Wen Qiao wiped her tears on the front of his coat, and when she looked up, she saw only a pair of red eyes.
She always thought crying was a sign of incompetence, and even when facing Fu Nanli, she would not indulge her emotions. She held back her tears, but her voice was choked with sobs: "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"
As soon as he asked the question, Wen Qiao regretted it.
Is she questioning Fu Nanli
What are her qualifications
He had his own plans and schemes. It was his freedom to tell her or not. Maybe he felt that she was untrustworthy? Or maybe he felt that telling her would ruin the game.
She lowered her head, trying hard to suppress her grievances, and whispered, "I'm... I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have asked that."
Fu Nanli felt so distressed that he suffocated. He reached out and held her face: "Qiao'er, I told you."
Wen Qiao was a little confused, with a look of grievance in his eyes: "You... When did you tell me that?"
"I'm telling you, if you hear anything about my accident, don't panic, I'll be fine."
Wen Qiao took a long time to react, her mind vaguely remembering that he seemed to have said something like this, but when she really heard about the accident, she didn't think so much about it.
Fu Nanli thought that his Qiao'er was always smart and calm, and would definitely realize that this was a trap he set for Fu Jiang, and thought she would not panic. However, he did not expect that when Wen Qiao heard that he might die, all her rationality and calmness collapsed.
She is just an ordinary little girl who is worried about her boyfriend's safety.
Wen Qiao looked aggrieved: "Why didn't you tell me clearly? You said it so vaguely, how could I have made the connection?"
Fu Nanli hugged the person into his arms: "I should make it clear, Qiao'er, are you worried about me?"
Wen Qiao hooked her arm around his neck and hugged him tightly: "Of course I'm worried about you, of course I'm worried about you."
When everything calmed down, Wen Qiao finally reacted.
After she learned that Fu Nanli was in trouble, her body did not react at all. Her fate and Fu Nanli's were intertwined.
She was fine, which meant Fu Nanli was not dead at all.
But she was at a loss, she had never thought of this at all.
She was worried about him, not because she was afraid that she would be implicated.
She was worried about him just because she was worried about him.
Fu Nanli carried her into the house. While she sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to bask in the sun, Fu Nanli was cooking lunch in the kitchen.
Wen Qiao was in a very low mood and sat there sullenly.
She was depressed because Fu Nanli did not explain it clearly to her in advance.
Such an important matter deserves his serious explanation to her. How could she take it to heart if he just said it casually
She thought she was a person who was very good at keeping secrets, and even a person who was very good at seizing opportunities. She was not qualified to participate in that chess game, and she seemed to be excluded.
She picked at her nails gently, feeling uneasy in her heart. She always felt full of grievances, but had nowhere to vent them. She could only digest them and comfort herself.
The sun was shining warmly, and she thought for a long time, and finally figured it out.
As long as he is okay and alive, why should she worry about so many meaningless things
She has always been good at comforting herself, she has always been sensible, and she always finds excuses to make herself happy again.
Because this world has always been bad to her, what should she do if she can no longer adjust herself
(End of this chapter)