I was still discussing Jiangshan with Lu Youyou and Chunxiao, when Fu Nanli called and said, "Is school over? The car is parked at the back door of the school."
Wen Qiao switched to soft girl in a second: "Yeah, I'll be there soon."
Lu Youyou felt that their Qiao was a natural actor.
It's raining outside.
Lu Youyou held an umbrella and walked Wen Qiao to the back door. In front of the convenience store was a lush plane tree with tender leaves. Behind it was a bus stop. Next to the stop was a very fluffy cherry tree. When the bus pulled in, its roof brushed against the branches of the cherry blossoms. The petals, leaves and raindrops fell down together and landed on the big black umbrella held by Fu Nanli.
Wen Qiao was a little dazed and stepped into a small puddle on the side of the road. Fu Nanli came over quickly and held her up. Wen Qiao's black leather shoes were already wet.
He held the umbrella with one hand and held her waist with the other, then picked her up with one hand.
Lu Youyou sighed in her heart: What a damn boyfriend!
Old Hu quickly opened the car door and took the umbrella from Fu Nanli's hand. Fu Nanli gently put her on the seat and got in the car with her. Wen Qiao leaned out of the window to say goodbye to Lu Youyou.
The cherry blossom rain was still falling, rustling outside the car window behind him. The air was mixed with the unique freshness of spring rain. Wen Qiao felt that his deep eyes seemed so gentle that they could melt water.
Fu Nanli leaned over and grabbed her ankles.
Now, Wen Qiao would not make any defensive body movements to any of his sudden actions, but would also lower his head out of curiosity, "What's wrong?"
"Your feet are wet, don't you know?"
Wen Qiao didn't care much: "Just go back and change your shoes and socks."
"Lao Hu, turn on the heating."
The temperature in the car quickly rose. Fu Nanli took off her little leather shoes and then took off her half-wet socks.
His beautiful little friend even has beautiful feet, with white toes and pink nails.
Fu Nanli took out two tissues and wiped her feet. His expression and movements were gentle, and even Wen Qiao could see a bit of piety in him.
Wen Qiao felt uneasy about letting such a noble young master personally wipe her feet. She shrank her feet and said, "It's okay. It's not as cold as winter now."
The man's big hand grasped her ankle tightly, and his voice was deep: "Don't move."
Extremely S!
It was impossible not to submit to his orders, so Wen Qiao just stood still.
He wiped her feet carefully and patiently, and the tissue was thrown into the small trash can beside her.
After a while, the car stopped. Wen Qiao looked up and saw that the car was parked downstairs of his apartment building.
Old Hu held an umbrella and helped them open the car door. Fu Nanli held her in one hand, the way he would hold a child, and got out of the car holding her shoes and socks in the other hand.
Wen Qiao leaned on his shoulder and said more than once: "Let me get down and walk."
The man ignored her completely, strode into the elevator, pressed the floor button, got out of the elevator, pressed the password, walked in, and held her with one hand, without even his breathing becoming heavier.
Amazing arm strength!
He put Wen Qiao on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Although he lived on the twelfth floor, there was a large terrace outside the living room with various plants planted on it, like a small courtyard. The rain fell on the fresh green plants, and she sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, creating a very beautiful composition.
Fu Nanli turned and went into the bedroom, and soon came out with a pair of new socks, not men's, but women's.
He had prepared some of her daily necessities here for her.
(End of this chapter)