Wen Qiao held the phone in one hand and took the fruit wine in the other, without taking his eyes off the phone screen.
Because Youyou talked about organizing a small concert in the group, she would occasionally reply with a few words.
Wen Qiao took a sip and pursed his lips, "It tastes good."
A bit perfunctory.
Fu Nanli sat beside her with his legs crossed, a little confused. Is the phone so beautiful
He only uses his phone to make calls, and he almost exclusively chats with her on WeChat. He doesn't seem to use the other functions very often.
Why can’t Wen Qiao take his eyes off his phone
Wen Qiao drank fruit wine while answering Youyou's questions with one hand, not noticing the burning gaze beside him.
Fu Nanli stared at her for about twenty minutes, but she didn't even glance at him.
From then on, he realized that the mobile phone seemed to be more attractive than him. He walked to the small bar in the private room with a depressed look. Fu Cheng mixed him a glass of wine and said, "Little friend, you are very busy."
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Always looking at the phone." His tone was a little depressed, even a little aggrieved.
Fu Cheng laughed out loud: "Brother, are you jealous? Jealous of a mobile phone?"
Fu Nanli took a sip of whiskey and said in a deep voice: "Do I really need to do that?"
Fu Cheng shrugged: "I think it is, quite serious."
Wen Qiao finally agreed with the members of their club to hold a small concert in a small theater and breathed a sigh of relief.
They will officially list tickets for sale on ticketing websites. The venue can accommodate a thousand people. I wonder how many people will come to see their performance.
In addition, she felt that Lin Mingshu should be excluded as the person behind supporting Fang Duo. Lin Mingshu was not the kind of person who could hold back and hide behind others. If she had any evidence, she would be eager to hand it over to Fu Nanli directly.
Fortunately, Fu Nanli trusted her very much and did not believe Lin Mingshu's evidence.
So if Lin Mingshu is excluded, only He Qian is left.
Frankly speaking, she didn't think He Qian had that ability.
He Qian is also a straightforward person in her dealings with others.
She sent a photo of He Mei, the president of Yihua Entertainment, to Yu Shu: "Sister, please help me check this person when you have time."
Yu Shu teased Wen Qiao as usual, but ever since the last famous painting incident, she had been full of admiration for this girl who was one year younger than her.
Wen Qiao said that he would get the job done for her no matter the cost.
What's more, it's just a small case like investigating one person.
Wen Qiao put away his phone and saw Fu Nanli sitting on a high stool in front of the bar drinking, so he hurried over.
Fu Nanli glanced at her and asked, "Are you finally done talking?"
The sound was... plaintive.
Wen Qiao knew that he had been busy chatting with Lu Youyou and the others all the way, so he quickly offered his courtesy: "Brother Nanli, are your shoulders sore? Can I give you a massage?"
Fu Cheng: "I should be under the car, not inside the car..."
The waiter who delivered the things into the private room opened the door. Through the crack in the door, Lin Mingshu, who happened to pass by, saw Wen Qiao diligently massaging Fu Nanli's shoulders. She chuckled and hurried back to her own private room.
"A major discovery! Master Fu secretly uses that little fox as a servant, and Wen Qiao is massaging his shoulders and legs in the private room."
The celebrities felt relieved now.
Yes, she comes from a humble background and doesn't mind being humble. Even if Mr. Fu didn't know that she was a little liar, he must have just been playing with her and enjoying the feeling of having someone obey him unconditionally.
After all, these rich and famous ladies all have strong personalities.
(End of this chapter)