Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes at him and said, "If your employee is sick and hospitalized, will you visit him?"
"Won't."
Wen Qiao: "You are too cold-blooded. It's too miserable to be your employee. What if it was Qin Bei, Song An or Fu Chuan?"
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows: "How many years have they followed me? How long has this boy been in your club?"
Wen Qiao put her arm around his neck and said, "If Mr. Fu really wants to make trouble unreasonably, there is nothing I can do."
Fu Nanli shook his phone and asked, "Who sent me this photo?"
Wen Qiao shook his head: "Maybe a woman who likes you happened to see it and secretly took a photo and sent it to you."
"I asked someone to check and found out that it was sent from an Internet IP address, but we couldn't find out who the other party was."
Wen Qiao stared at the photo: "It must have been taken by your admirer, trying to sow discord between you."
Fu Nanli stroked her back gently without saying anything.
If that was the case, he wouldn't have anything to worry about. If not, if someone had ulterior motives, then...
If a boy with ulterior motives has already gotten around her, shouldn't he be more careful
Wen Qiao dragged his hand and said, "It's getting late. You lost a lot of blood yesterday. Go to bed early."
It was late at night and the hospital was completely silent. Half of the lights in the corridor were off and the light was somewhat dim. After Gu Xiao finished his last injection, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the night outside the window, wondering what was in his mind.
He stood up and walked to the window. With every step he took, the incision caused pain.
He reached out to hold onto the windowsill, his eyes were dark and his mind was in a mess. Would Wen Qiao lie to him
Yes, she comes to visit another boy, so she probably won’t tell the truth to her boyfriend.
Based on his understanding of Wen Qiao, she might have concealed this matter from the young master in order to avoid wasting time explaining.
A smile finally appeared on the pale face.
The next day, in the morning, the light was dim. After the nanny made breakfast, she knocked on Wen Qiao's door and left. Wen Qiao then went to knock on Fu Nanli's door.
She and Fu Nanli's bedrooms were both upstairs. She reached out and grasped the doorknob, gently turning it. The room was dark, and she saw the man's strong back muscles. She immediately stopped and was about to turn around...
"Come here." The man's voice was low and hoarse, with a lazy and sexy tone in the morning, which made people feel hot behind their ears.
Wen Qiao could only walk over and ask, "What for?"
"My hand is injured, help me put on my clothes."
His hand was still wrapped in gauze, and his injury was indeed serious.
"What are you going to wear?"
"Just pick up any white shirt from the closet."
Wen Qiao picked and chose, and felt that all his white shirts looked the same, so he picked out a white shirt at random, half-knelt on one leg beside the bed, and helped him put on his clothes.
She raised her hand as she was told to do so, and Fu Nanli's big hand rested loosely on her waist, enjoying her service with peace of mind.
Wen Qiao carefully helped him button up his shirt one by one, her fingers always brushing against his strong abdominal muscles. Fu Nanli lowered his eyes and his Adam's apple rolled heavily.
Wen Qiao now understood this man. After all, her mouth had been bitten so many times by a man. If she didn't improve, she would have lived in vain. She felt that his breathing was a little heavy, so she quickened her movements and finally buttoned her clothes. Fu Nanli then stood up and took her hand to go to the bathroom.
"Hey... what... what are you doing?"
Today I am also acting cute and asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets
Thank you for the support of Qiao Er's wild mother fans, love you cute! !
(End of this chapter)