Wen Qiao could only bite the bullet and read them to him one by one: "Don't strike up a conversation with a man when you see him. Use your personal charm to attract his attention.
Don't cling to the other person all the time. Be ambiguous and arouse their interest.
Understand the other person's preferences and hobbies, create chance encounters, play hard to get, be willing to refuse, reciprocate, create opportunities to repay favors, show more concern and care, and be a proper little woman..."
As they were talking, Fu Nanli sat down next to her and asked, "Do you think these online guides are useful?"
Wen Qiao frowned slightly, and with his limited experience, he nodded: "I think it is more or less useful."
"Have you ever tried to do that?"
Wen Qiao: “No…no.”
She was just being pushed forward by the situation, so how could she have the mood to indulge herself
She always tried her best to stick to him, fearing that he would abandon her.
Thinking about it now, it seems that I have lost some self-respect.
He pinched her face and said, "Well, don't listen to the guides on the Internet. Don't play hard to get or be distant. These are not good."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Yeah."
I lowered my eyes again and saw that he was still wearing his captain's uniform, buttoned up to his neck. "Did you just get back?"
"Well, I flew with Xu Shen for a while, passed the assessment, and was promoted to captain."
Wen Qiao felt that his buttons were too tight, so she reached out to help him unbutton them. Her fingers vaguely touched his Adam's apple. Fu Nanli's eyes were surging, and he grabbed her hand and asked, "What are you doing?"
Wen Qiao looked at him: "Aren't you feeling suffocated?"
"No." The man's voice was hoarse.
Wen Qiao's hands were neither forward nor backward. Fu Nanli looked at her with a flickering look in his eyes. Worried that she might be imagining things, he pinched her fingers and asked, "Do you understand men?"
How would Wen Qiao know
The straight female top is unromantic and has no girlish sensitivity at all.
"When you touch me, it makes me think about something."
Wen Qiao tilted his head to look at him, confused: "What are you thinking?"
Fu Nanli bowed his head and bit her lips: "I want your thoughts."
Wen Qiao's body went limp and he was pressed down on the sofa.
…
The doorbell rang and Fu Nanli cursed softly. Knowing that there were not many people where he lived, he did not respond and continued to concentrate on kissing the man whose face was already red enough to drip blood.
The cell phone next to him rang. It was Xu Shen calling.
Wen Qiao stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Take it, maybe it's something about work."
Fu Nanli supported himself on her side with one hand and took the phone. "What's the matter?"
Xu Shen's enthusiastic voice came, and there was an echo: "Captain, um, I ordered takeout from HDL, and we'll come over to get together with our crew. It's already at your door."
Fu Nanli gritted his teeth: "I'm not at home."
"Ah? To thank you for your training, I..."
Wen Qiao whispered, "Brother Shen is already at the door, let him in."
Young Master Fu narrowed his eyes at her. Wen Qiao looked innocent. Was she wrong again
Xu Shen was still talking over there: "Sister Yuan and the others are here too. Captain, your flight frequency will be reduced to one round trip per month from now on. We will have fewer opportunities to see you, so..."
Having said that, Fu Nanli got up from Wen Qiao with a gloomy face. Wen Qiao immediately sat up and watched Fu Nanli walk to the door.
As soon as the door opened, Xu Shen saw that his captain had a very ugly expression on his face.
"Did it disturb your rest?"
The captain just flew back and might want to sleep.
(End of this chapter)