Ten minutes later, steak pasta and tomato mushroom soup were served. Wen Qiao sat at the table with a swollen lip. He raised his foot and gently kicked the man opposite him: "Who allowed you to..."
My ankle was immediately grabbed by a strong hand: "Since we are not familiar with each other, whether I am feeling unwell or not seems to have nothing to do with you, why do you come up to me and care about me?"
Wen Qiao was at a loss for words.
I immediately understood Wen Chi's feelings. I couldn't argue with him, nor could I beat him.
So angry.
Seeing that she was speechless, Fu Nanli felt happier. He loosened her ankles and said in a deep voice, "Let's have dinner."
Wen Chi is a domineering and cool guy in No. 9 Middle School, but he is innocent and weak in front of his sister and can't beat her;
Wen Qiao is a domineering, cool and awesome socialite outside, but she is a weak, innocent and pitiful girl in front of Fu Nanli.
Everything has its own strengths, and Wen Qiao is in great pain.
"Aren't you busy?"
While Fu Nanli was helping her cut steak, Wen Qiao was bored and started chatting casually.
"Um."
"My flights were very tight before, but now I have to fly planes and handle Zhonghuan's affairs. I have to go on business trips every few days."
"Um."
"Then where do you find time to exercise?"
The steak was cut into pieces and the plate was pushed to her side. The boiled broccoli didn't look very appetizing, but for the sake of her health, Fu Nanli forced her to eat it.
"There is always time if you squeeze it in."
“Do you exercise every day?”
"almost."
Wen Qiao looked at him with his chin in his hand: "What are you doing so diligently?"
"So that I can hug my girlfriend with one hand without breathing." His voice was sexy to begin with, his slender fingers holding the knife and fork, the lines of his forearms were so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off him. When he spoke like this, Wen Qiao couldn't help but feel his ears warm.
"You don't have to work so hard. You're so busy at work. You can put these unimportant things aside for now."
Fu Nanli glanced at her, and Wen Qiao felt a chill on her neck. She felt like he had seen through her inner thoughts and felt a little guilty.
"Just set aside half an hour every night to practice. It doesn't take much time."
Wen Qiao flipped the steak on the plate and whispered "Oh".
After dinner, there was still the afterglow of the setting sun in the living room. Fu Nanli, who had washed the dishes, walked towards her. He was dressed casually, with a loose white shirt on the upper body and loose khaki linen trousers on the lower body, with the trouser legs hanging loosely at his feet.
He walked over, put down his rolled-up sleeves, sat next to Wen Qiao, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
As luck would have it, the TV was broadcasting the transfer of the famous painting Sunflowers.
Wen Qiao coughed lightly: "I want to watch a variety show."
Fu Nanli skillfully held the girl in his arms. He had played enough of the children's love game. It was over now. From today on, they would date properly and not play the game of you chasing me and I chasing you.
"We'll see later."
The program describes in detail the thrills that the Sunflower encountered during its transfer from the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam to the British Museum.
Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and did not mention her M agency. Naturally, they all secretly pretended to be passers-by to protect the famous paintings from being stolen. It was not appropriate to be exposed, otherwise they would not be able to carry out their work in the future.
Fu Nanli said in a deep voice: "My friend in the UK said that there are some rumors over there."
Wen Qiao: "What rumor?"
"It is said that there were several groups of thieves who wanted to steal this sunflower painting."
Wen Qiao vaguely felt sweat on his forehead because he spoke very accurately.
(End of this chapter)