Wen Qiao nodded again: "Yeah, I understand."
When they arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, Wen Qiao sat at the table writing a self-criticism. Fu Nanli poured her a glass of honey lemon water and sat beside her watching.
A dad-like boyfriend is really something to worry about.
Wen Qiao wrote down the three characters of "apology" and then stopped writing. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Fu Nanli, "I have no experience and I can't write."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes: "Why are you looking at me? Do I have experience?"
Wen Qiao slammed the table and said, "My Xiao Chi must have experience in this area."
Fu Nanli: …
What's with the joy in your voice
Wen Qiao made a video call to Wen Chi, and after the call was connected, he asked, "How should I write this self-criticism?"
Wen Chi was stunned for a moment, then he said excitedly: "Wen Qiao, what did you do?"
Wen Qiao sighed softly: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me how to write it."
"You got into a fight?"
"It wasn't a fight, but there was some physical altercation."
"Isn't it just a fight?"
Wen Qiao exhaled: "Okay, okay, even if it was a fight, tell me, how do you write the self-criticism?"
Fu Nanli leisurely watched her and her brother discuss matters concerning writing self-criticisms. They were so enthusiastic that he couldn't help but press his swollen temples.
Finally, Wen Qiao stared at the person on the screen and said, "You are very experienced. You have fought a lot."
Wen Chi pointed at her and said, "Wen Qiao, you are fishing for law enforcement, but you are destroying the bridge after crossing it."
Wen Qiao hung up directly.
After that, he began to write a self-criticism, muttering to himself: "On June 1st, I had an argument with a teammate at the entrance of the cafeteria. Due to the provocation of the other party's words, I was unable to control my temper..."
He stopped several times to look at Fu Nanli: "Eight hundred words is really not a small number."
Fu Nanli put the template from Baidu on his phone in front of her: "See if you can use it as a reference."
This is unconditional pampering. Even if his child says she wants to cheat in the exam, Mr. Fu will probably buy the answers at a high price to cooperate with her.
She leaned over to look at the screen. Her hair was fine and soft, a natural chestnut color. Fu Nanli couldn't help but reach out and touch it. "How is it? Is it of reference value?"
"Yes, I have. After reading it, I was inspired."
Half an hour later, the review was finally completed.
Fu Nanli checked it and found every word was sincere. He thought that the school leaders would be able to forgive it after reading it.
He pulled her to the living room, made her sit on the sofa, and took out the medicine box.
"What are you doing?" She looked at his slender fingers twisting a bottle cap.
"The scratches on your face need to be taken care of."
He dipped some iodine on a cotton swab and treated her wounds. Wen Qiao put her hand on his leg and said nonchalantly, "It's just a minor injury. Why would you need to..."
Fu Nanli glanced at her and Wen Qiao fell silent.
The TV behind him was playing the financial channel, and the anchor of China Business Network was reporting financial news. Wen Qiao seemed to hear the anchor mention Zhonghuan, Zhongchen and so on.
“Isn’t that your company?”
Fu Nanli said "hmm".
Wen Qiao listened and said, "Has the development project of Nanbin Island been won?"
Fu Nanli didn't want to teach Wen Qiao about this kind of business war which was relatively thick-skinned, as it would make him appear a bit sinister. He still wanted to leave a relatively positive image in Wen Qiao's heart.
Then he said, "Well, it's almost done."
(End of this chapter)