Fu Nanli looked around the small living room. The courtyard wall was still there. He bought her a house, but she did not break it up. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Wen Qiao's cheeks flushed, and she looked at Fu Nanli with a smile: "Brother Nanli is here."
Slightly tipsy, she looks a bit naive. The simple little house seems a bit out of place with her lazy beauty, but it also adds a sense of homeliness that is both desirable and attainable.
In Wen Qiao's eyes, Fu Nanli was a tall and handsome man with drunken eyes. He stood on the low porch like a god, and his heart was beating irregularly.
Wen Chi quickly stood up: "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, please sit next to my sister."
Wen Mo was a little annoyed. Why didn't he shout it out
How much his sister was looking forward to him speaking. It was such a simple thing, but why couldn't he do it? She felt frustrated.
Fu Nanli and his family sat around the small table.
The scene was completely different from that of Yuannan Mansion. The house of Yuannan Mansion was large, with high ceilings. There were several people sitting loosely at the huge round table. Servants were busy everywhere, serving dishes, changing bone plates and pouring wine. There was a crystal chandelier above the head and a handmade Persian carpet under the feet.
Here, there was a small square wooden table with some messy bones piled on it, a casserole in the middle that was occasionally emitting steam, and an incandescent lamp was hanging above the head, and the light was still swaying because of the wind that came in when the door was opened just now.
Because the table was small, it would be crowded to sit together. The old air conditioner made a whirring sound. He took off his coat. Wen Qiao was only wearing a thin sweater, and her body was pressed against him, feeling hot.
Fu Nanli couldn't help himself, he held her hand under the table, leaned down and asked her: "Have you been drinking?"
Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "It's a holiday, so I just drank a little."
Wen Chi and Wen Mo were not affected.
But Su Yun and Ji Mingyuan are adults. After being baptized by society, their edges have long been smoothed out. They are born with an uncontrollable submission to the powerful.
So, as soon as Fu Nanli sat down, Su Yun introduced him to Ji Mingyuan in a low voice, and both of them felt a little uncomfortable.
Ji Mingyuan held the bottle of wine and asked carefully, "Does Mr. Fu drink?"
Wen Qiao said, "Uncle Ji, don't force him to drink. He grew up abroad and is used to drinking red wine, not white wine."
The implication of protecting one's own shortcomings is obvious.
Fu Nanli felt warm in his heart, and his fingers slid along her soft hand to her wrist, feeling her body temperature and the rhythm of her pulse, caressing it gently.
He liked to see her protecting him, like a little wolf cub protecting its territory. Every word and every action touched his heart deeply.
"I came here after having the New Year's Eve dinner."
Since the kid didn't let him drink, he refused to drink and thanked Ji Mingyuan for the invitation.
Su Yun hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, we've all finished eating, let's clean up."
They took the dishes and went to the kitchen.
Wen Chi leaned over: "Brother-in-law, do you need us to retreat?"
Fu Nanli picked up Wen Qiao's down jacket and put it on her: "I'll take her to the alley to sober up."
Wen Qiao was taken out of the house by Fu Nanli.
As the cold wind blew, the smell of alcohol was indeed mostly gone. Children were running wildly in the streets and alleys holding onto fireworks that looked like stars in the sky. The doors of the alleys here were all open, and the festive voice of the host of the Spring Festival Gala could be faintly heard.
The atmosphere of the New Year is very strong.
Wen Qiao leaned against the uneven blue brick wall of the courtyard. Fu Nanli looked down at her and asked, "Why isn't the courtyard connected?"
(End of this chapter)