"How can you be so uncultured?" she whispered.
Zhuang Yan frowned, "Don't say that."
He looked up at Wen Qiao cautiously again. Wen Qiao looked completely indifferent. She didn't care about him, and she didn't care what people around him said about her.
Most of the business class passengers had left, and Wen Qiao stood up to get his luggage.
A small backpack was placed in the overhead storage compartment. Zhuang Yan instinctively reached out to help her get it and covered her from behind with his body.
Fu Nanli came out of the cockpit and saw this scene. It was so glaring that he tightened his jaw slightly and quickened his pace.
Wen Qiao turned around and pushed Zhuang Yan hard. Zhuang Yan lost his balance and stumbled a few steps. He was supported by his sister. His sister couldn't help it and said indignantly: "What's wrong with you, little girl? My brother was kind enough to help you get something, why did you push him?"
Zhuang Yan grabbed his sister's wrist, "Forget it, it's okay."
"What do you mean it's okay? How come it's okay? This girl is your classmate, but she's so rude when she talks to you. Is there anyone so rude and uncultured?"
Wen Qiao turned his back to Fu Nanli and looked at Zhuang Yan and his brother coldly: "I don't need his help."
"what's wrong with you?"
Fu Nanli walked up to Wen Qiao, put his arm around her, and said indifferently, "My girlfriend said she doesn't need his help. Don't you understand or what?"
Although Zhuang Yi had never met Fu Nanli, she knew that the eldest son of the Fu family was a captain in Dongchuan. With this appearance, height, and aura, is there anyone else other than Fu Nanli
His arrogance immediately disappeared. The girl turned out to be Fu Nanli's girlfriend. No wonder she was so arrogant. She had the capital to be proud.
Zhuang Yan looked at Fu Nanli hugging Wen Qiao's waist, and Wen Qiao leaning softly in his arms. He felt very sad and could only pull his sister out.
I couldn't help but look back. Fu Nanli was holding Wen Qiao's face. Wen Qiao was smiling at him, as if there was no one else around. There was no room for a third person.
My heart ached, but I finally turned around and stopped looking at them.
Fu Nanli held her face in his hands, and Wen Qiao put her hands on his waist: "He wanted to help me get something, but I pushed him away."
Fu Nanli held her in his arms with one hand, picked up her small backpack from the shelf with the other hand, held it in his hand, and walked out.
"Yeah, I see."
The two made a brief stop in Helsinki and then took a train to Iceland.
The whole world in Northern Europe was covered in snow. Unfortunately, they were on the same train with Zhuang Yan and Zhuang Yi.
Wen Qiao had never taken public transportation with Fu Nanli before. He had always been the captain and she had been the passenger. This was the first time she had taken a train with Fu Nanli.
The carriage was full of people, including quite a few Chinese.
Several of Fu Nanli's bodyguards sat in the back, and he and Wen Qiao sat in a row. Like ordinary passengers, he had someone prepare some food and fruits.
The train was well heated and he felt a little thirsty, so he asked his bodyguard to hand him a box of cherries. He gently opened the box and took one out to feed Wen Qiao.
As luck would have it, Zhuang Yan and Zhuang Yi were sitting right behind them, so they could see everything that they did.
Zhuang Yi was unaware of her brother and Wen Qiao's past, and whispered, "Master Fu dotes on his girlfriend so much, he treats her like his own daughter."
As he was speaking, Fu Nanli opened the lid of the thermos and handed it to Wen Qiao's mouth.
Isn’t it just pampering her like a daughter
(End of this chapter)