Wen Qiao carried the lunch box and walked for more than ten minutes to Fu Nanli's residence. After entering the password, he entered the door. It was quiet inside with only the sound of rain falling on the window.
Wen Qiao placed the lunch box on the dining table, then tiptoed upstairs and gently pushed open the door. The room was dark and Fu Nanli was still lying on the bed.
Wen Qiao knew that he must not have slept much last night, so he had to keep an eye on the platform to make sure it would not be attacked again.
Indeed, the app did not suffer a second wave of attacks, and Fu Nanli was able to fall asleep peacefully at four in the morning.
Wen Qiao walked over to him on the soft carpet, sat down beside the bed, and gently called him: "Do you want to get up and eat something before going to sleep? Otherwise it's not good for your stomach."
Fu Nanli slowly opened his eyes and took the person into his arms. In the dim light, Wen Qiao saw that his eyes were red and there were faint dark circles under his eyes due to fatigue. His voice was also hoarse, "I'm not hungry. I have no appetite. Let me sleep for a while."
Wen Qiao rested her head on his arm, and her fingers gently traced his deep, statue-like facial features: "Did you sleep very late?"
"Yeah, I went to bed at four."
The voice is hoarse and sexy, and combined with the sound of rain, it is very charming.
"Why are you so late?" The slender fingers slid across the man's chin and landed on his Adam's apple. The broad palm immediately grabbed her lower hand, preventing the naughty fingers from lingering, and her breath became heavier.
"Don't you know?" The man's voice became even hoarse.
Wen Qiao: "Hmm? Know what?"
"The e-commerce platform under Zhonghuan was attacked by hackers last night."
Wen Qiao: "Ah? Really?"
"Um."
"Solve it?"
"solved."
"Oh, thank you for your hard work."
Fu Nanli tightened his arms around the person: "Stop talking, let me sleep for a while, dear."
"okay."
Fu Nanli was a person who seldom stayed in bed. With Wen Qiao in his arms, he took a nap until half past nine, and Wen Qiao also took a nap with him.
Fu Nanli felt refreshed. The rain was still falling outside the window. Seeing the person in his arms still sleeping with eyes closed, he was just about to be affectionate with her for a while when the doorbell rang.
The young master frowned slightly, and Wen Qiao opened his eyes, "Someone is ringing the doorbell."
"Well, I'll go open the door, you can sleep a little longer."
Wen Qiao struggled to sit up: "I'm not here to sleep, I brought you food, the potato cakes and red bean porridge made by Uncle Ji are delicious, I'll go heat them up for you."
Fu Nanli opened the door. Fu Chuan, who was standing outside, felt that his face looked extremely ugly and asked with concern, "Did you sleep too late?"
Fu Nanli's eyebrows trembled slightly: "You came at the wrong time."
Seeing Wen Qiao busy in the kitchen, Fu Chuan realized that he had indeed come at a wrong time.
"Last night's sales volume broke the record of previous years. In addition, every grand prize on the lucky draw Weibo was drawn, with absolutely no shady dealings. The first prize winner even became famous thanks to this lucky draw."
Some people from rival platforms even said that this was a hype tactic used by Zhonghuan, which was laughable.
Fu Nanli adjusted the collar of his robe and asked, "Has the person who launched the virus attack been caught?"
"We caught her. She's a woman named Hailey, 24 years old, half American, a mixed race."
Wen Qiao stood at the kitchen door holding a plate of food and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Brother Nanli, breakfast is ready. Go upstairs and brush your teeth, then come down to eat."
After Fu Nanli finished washing up, he returned to the dining room. Wen Qiao sat opposite him, and Fu Chuan pulled out a chair and sat next to Fu Nanli.
The two continued to talk about what happened last night.
(End of this chapter)