Young Master Fu admitted his mistakes without any bottom line. As long as she was still alive, he would be willing to do anything for her.
Wen Qiao leaned against the wall, his voice aggrieved, "Fang Duo's hand was injured, and everyone said it was me, but I clearly didn't do it. You told me to find you if I had something to do, but when I really wanted to find you, you wouldn't let me. I had to call you several times a day. Before I went to the police station, I thought that if you were by my side, I might feel more at ease..."
His Qiao'er was very good at expressing her pain points. She remembered clearly where she felt pain, and her pain points accurately hit his heart.
How to make up for it
After a lot of thought, he should have sent someone to follow her and keep an eye on her movements from the beginning, instead of blocking all news about her just to prevent himself from being soft-hearted.
But what’s the point of saying this now
After all, he couldn't go back to the past, and his Qiao'er had to live in fear for more than ten days.
She was still describing how she had spent those ten days, and every word made Fu Nanli feel heartbroken.
She said: "When I saw your case report, my heart sank. You left quietly, and I knew that you had recovered your memory. Naturally, I felt that you were punishing me, a liar, in the most reasonable way."
He held her hand and said, "No, I haven't punished you. How could I punish you?"
He liked her so much that he could tolerate all her lies, so how could he bear to punish her
Wen Qiao: "I don't blame you. The punishment is reasonable. No one would be happy if they were cheated. I understand."
Fu Nanli's face turned pale, "Wen Qiao, why don't you mention the punishment again?"
Her reasonableness irritated him again.
Wen Qiao thought that this young master was really difficult to serve.
"What did I say wrong again?"
The girl's eyes were filled with tears that were about to fall. She looked so pitiful that Fu Nanli felt like he was going crazy because of her.
He did not punish her, but she, with every move and every word, was punishing him.
It's his own fault.
"You're right, you're right." He could only coax her humbly.
He then asked, "Give me back my house and my money. Are you planning to never have anything to do with me again?"
Wen Qiao lowered his eyes and said, "I thought I was going to die. I don't want to die owing anyone a favor. It's better to settle it all."
Veins popped out on Fu Nanli's forehead. "You and I have worked it out so clearly. You didn't use anything I gave you. Have you been waiting for this day?"
Wen Qiao pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and said nothing.
Fu Nanli was so angry that he couldn't ask. He would feel distressed if he heard the harsh words, but he would also feel unwilling if he didn't ask. He really had no way to deal with Wen Qiao.
"Come back with me."
Wen Qiao looked around. She still wanted to know how she survived, but there was no one else here except Fu Nanli's people.
After she hesitated for a moment, she was picked up directly. Fu Nanli did not give her any room to refuse. He packed her up and put her on a private plane that night and returned to Haicheng. She was still barefoot when Fu Nanli carried her back to his apartment.
Zhou Jin was really impressed by the old monk. Fu Chuan gave him a generous reward, and the group took a break for a while.
Wen Qiao fell asleep on the plane and seemed very tired. Fu Nanli carried her back to the room and gently placed her on the bed with extremely gentle movements.
The room was dark, with only the afterglow of the street lamps illuminating it. Even though he hadn't slept for several days, Fu Nanli still couldn't sleep. He always felt like he had missed something, and he felt uneasy.
I will update three chapters first, and then write the rest.
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