Qin Bei also added, "The person who posted the photo said that Gu Xiao blocked the football for Miss Wen."
I have been depressed until now.
"You and Gu Xiao came to the hospital together." Fu Nanli crossed his legs and tapped his knees lightly with his slender fingers, not wanting to appear too petty.
Wen Qiao was frank: "Well, I came here with him. How did you know I was here?"
Fu Nanli handed the photo he received on his phone to her. Wen Qiao sighed, "This Su Ying!"
Who else could it be other than Su Ying
Su Ying really wanted the world to be in chaos. She jumped up and down, and spared no effort to destroy her life.
"He blocked the ball for me and was photographed by someone. It was my cousin Su Ying. You should have an impression of her."
Fu Nanli turned the phone over and tightened his jaw muscles slightly: "He blocked the ball for you?"
"Well, I'll take him to the hospital for a checkup later. If he's injured anywhere, he might be delayed for the match in Busan in December."
The car slowly passed through the path shaded by camphor trees. It was a very straight street and the green shade seemed to have no end.
"He likes you." Fu Nanli's voice was clear and low, with a barely perceptible sourness.
Wen Qiao shook his head: "He doesn't like me."
She knew that Gu Xiao entered the club and lingered around her just to find a way to get close to Fu Nanli, or to make trouble for Fu Nanli.
She didn't know how to tell him all this. Having a brother with evil intentions would make him feel uncomfortable, and she didn't want Fu Nanli to feel uncomfortable.
Fu Nanli gently pinched her face with his bony hands and said in a deep voice, "You have no self-awareness of your face."
It's so easy to fall in love with her.
Wen Qiao slowly approached, her eyes curved with smiles, her fingers gently caressing his big hands, the scent of mint milk filling his nose, she whispered softly in his ear in a rustling voice -
"But I, Wen Qiao, only like Fu Nanli."
The big hand suddenly tightened, like a hawk hunting in the mountains, firmly grasping the prey in its hand.
"You have to like it for the rest of your life," he said.
"Of course," she said.
The mist gradually dissipated, and warmth finally appeared little by little in Fu Nanli's cold eyes.
Wen Qiao hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "What kind of person is your father?"
The car turned a corner. The leather seat was too slippery. Wen Qiao slowly slid to Fu Nanli's side. Fu Nanli reached out to catch her and squinted at her: "Why are you interested in my father again?"
"causal talk."
After a long while, he spoke: "He was a musician who played the violin. In his time, he was very famous. Perhaps it's too long ago, so you probably haven't heard of him."
"Call… "
"His name is Fu Xianyuan."
Wen Qiao: "I heard that the teacher in the elective course mentioned that he seemed to be a close friend of the piano master Mr. Vincent."
"Well, before Vincent invited you to his concert, I had a chat with Vincent, and it was about my father."
Wen Qiao: "Then what? What about in life? What kind of person is he?"
Fu Nanli pinched her chin and said, "Little ghost, you have a lot of questions."
Wen Qiao looked at him with a pair of eager eyes. Fu Nanli played with her fingers and said slowly: "He is a good husband, very good to my mother, and a good father. I had a happy childhood, and then..."
(End of this chapter)