Fu Nanli sent a WeChat message to Wen Chi: "Is your sister asleep?"
Wen Chi immediately ran to the door of his sister's room and knocked: "Wen Qiao, are you asleep?"
Wen Qiao asked impatiently: "What are you doing so late at night?"
There was no sound outside the door.
Wen Chi ran back to his room and replied to Fu Nanli [Brother-in-law, my sister hasn't slept yet. She usually goes to bed at least at eleven o'clock].
Wen Qiao was sold out by his younger brother.
Fu Nanli put down his wine glass, stood up, and said to Ji Xianzheng: "I'm leaving first."
"You won't drink for a while?"
"No, I have something else to do."
Wen Qiao tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. People at night always like to dwell on trivial matters. In the dark, the more he thought about it, the more pitiful he felt, and the more tragic he became.
The phone under the pillow vibrated again. She took it out and saw [I'm outside your yard, come out].
Wen Qiao snorted softly. Will I go out if you ask me to
She doesn't go out.
She pretended not to have seen the message.
He sent another voice message [Qiao Er, come out]
Wen Qiao's heart was a little moved, and then another voice message came out [If you don't come out, I'm going to knock on the door].
Wen Qiao had no choice but to put on her clothes and ran out quietly. The wooden door of the yard creaked, and her scalp went numb, so she dodged and rushed out.
As soon as he went out, he was hugged by someone. His voice was wrapped in frost and full of endless regret, "Qiao'er, are you still angry with me?"
Wen Qiao, who was 170cm tall, always looked petite in the arms of Fu Nanli, who was 188cm tall. She let her hands hang down slightly, and did not hug him back. She just said in a muffled voice, "I'm not angry."
"You don't have to be so sensible in front of me. If you feel unhappy, you can vent to me."
He hoped that she would be a little bit capricious instead of being so sensible as she is now, which made him feel distressed.
Her temper shows that she really treats him as her boyfriend.
God knows how happy he was in his heart that she ignored him tonight.
Wen Qiao's heart moved, and he looked up at him: "Can I?"
"Sure, you're my girlfriend, you don't have to be so cautious around me."
Wen Qiao finally reached out and hugged his waist, murmuring: "You don't know how panicked I was when I learned about the plane crash today. I searched for you all over the world, but couldn't find you. You wouldn't let me find you, you..."
I still don’t dare to say anything harsh.
He leaned against the wall, bent one leg, hugged her, and leaned over to kiss her...
"Qiao Er, I'm sorry..."
Wen Qiao compromised again: "It's my fault. I didn't understand what you said to me. I was flustered when something happened and didn't think about your words carefully."
The man's kiss became heavier. "It's my fault. Don't blame yourself."
In the cold alley, Wen Qiao was a little dazed by his kiss, and finally reached out to grab his neck, her eyes full of water, looking at him: "Tell me everything in the future, okay? I have also helped you to check the matter of Fu Jiang, I am a very tight-lipped person, if you ask me not to leak it, I will never tell it even if I die."
His large hands gently stroked her back: "Well, OK, we're going to Helsinki the day after tomorrow, can we go together?"
Wen Qiao's tone was a little more arrogant: "The New Year is coming soon, and our family is very busy. I have to help mom clean the house, buy New Year's goods, and..."
"I'll send someone over to help your mother, ok?"
Wen Qiao quickly said, "No... No need, I'll go with you."
(End of this chapter)