"After brushing your teeth, please twist the towel for me. I want to wash my face."
Wen Qiao: "Oh... oh."
"Otherwise, what do you think I'm going to do?"
"Nothing, haha."
When he was brushing his teeth, Wen Qiao was also brushing his teeth beside him. Fu Nanli leaned lazily on the sink, his eyes lingering on her face. It was hotter than the sun in the morning in June. Wen Qiao quickly spit out the foam in his mouth and took a mouthful of saliva. , spit it out, then turn on the faucet, wet the towel and squeeze it dry.
He had also brushed his teeth, and there was toothpaste foam at the corner of his mouth. Wen Qiao stretched out his hand to wipe off the toothpaste foam for him first, and Fu Nanli's forearms tightened on the sink.
Wen Qiao tiptoed: "You should be shorter."
Fu Nanli sat back on the sink, and Wen Qiao carefully washed his face, using a towel from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose. The morning sunlight shone in through the blinds, brightly and darkly staining his face with deep features, and the color of his lips. Like a rose stained with early morning dew, Wen Qiao's movements on his hands became more and more gentle.
After washing up, the two of them went downstairs together.
Shen Tian always solves the problem quickly before his uncle and aunt have breakfast, trying not to appear in front of his uncle, trying not to cause trouble for his uncle, trying not to act as a light bulb between the two bosses.
In fact, it was mainly because he couldn't beat him. His uncle beat him like he was crushing ants. He was really scared.
When his uncle and aunt came downstairs, he quickly rolled back downstairs. .
After breakfast, Dean Li Fang came over personally to change the young master's dressing. After all, he was pierced by a steel bar. If he was not careful, he could be infected with tetanus, which could be fatal.
Li Fangzai disinfected him carefully, changed the dressing and gauze, and added an injection of liquid medicine: "Just add another injection of water today and it will be fine."
"knew."
Yesterday, the back of his right hand was bruised because of his erratic movements. Wen Qiao boiled an egg and pressed it on it to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
After he finished the test, Wen Qiao left his apartment. After all, he still had to go to school and the final exam was coming soon, so the task was very heavy.
Shortly after Wen Qiao left, his bodyguard Song An came over.
Song An and Qin Bei were both in their thirties and had worked in the Fu family for a long time. They were definitely loyal enough to risk their lives for Fu Nanli.
Besides Fu Chuan, he is also the person Fu Nanli trusts the most.
"How about it?"
Song An whispered: "The arrangements were made early in the morning, and the evidence points directly to... Young Master Fu Cheng."
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes: "Well, don't make any mistakes."
"It's the young master."
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In the European-style villa near the lake, Fu Cheng didn't look too good. He had been drinking all morning. Two large ice cubes were added to the whiskey in the sherry barrel. On a summer morning, it was ice deep in his heart.
His mother walked in with a solemn expression: "Do you know that the prince was injured at the construction site yesterday?"
"knew."
"Did you do it?"
Fu Cheng clenched his fist slightly: "Do you think I'm the same as that idiot Fu Jiang? I never do anything to hurt him."
He also came back from Wall Street, and he only uses business warfare methods to win everything.
He Rui frowned: "But I heard the evidence points to you."
Fu Cheng's hand holding the cup suddenly paused, vaguely feeling that this was a trap set by his brother, and the smile on his lips was a little bitter.
He had never felt that Fu Nanli was ignorant of the ways of the business world, so he had always been hiding in the dark, unlike Fu Jiang who was as ambitious as to kill him.
What he wanted was never his brother's life.
(End of chapter)