As the dinner was coming to an end, Wen Qiao received a message from Fu Nanli [I will pick you up at the back door of your school].
After Wen Qiao finished dinner, the group said they wanted to go to the KTV across the street to sing. She waved her hand and said, "You guys go ahead. My boyfriend is here to pick me up."
Everyone joked, "My boyfriend is very strict."
Wen Qiao thought, that was not the case at all. She hadn’t seen him for a few days, and not only did she have to see him, but she also missed him.
Braving the winter drizzle, she ran all the way to the alley entrance. Fu Nanli saw the person jogging over from a distance. It was raining so heavily outside and the weather was so cold that she didn't even hold an umbrella. He quickly got out of the car and opened the door for her.
Wen Qiao got into the car quickly, and Fu Nanli followed closely and sat next to her. He took out a few tissues and helped her wipe her hair and face. "Is it difficult to hold an umbrella in the rain?"
He even has to worry about this, he has endless things to worry about.
Wen Qiao said nonchalantly, "When we went to the barbecue restaurant, the rain had stopped, so we didn't bring an umbrella. Who knew it would start raining again after we finished eating."
Fu Nanli shook his head helplessly.
Wen Qiao held his hand and said, "My uncle is back. Do you want to come to my house tomorrow and have dinner together?"
Fu Nanli's brows twitched, he really didn't want to go.
This girl mentioned again and again that her uncle looked young.
They were both 29 years old, so when they met, they were inevitably compared with each other. The nine-year age difference between him and Wen Qiao had always been a thorn in his heart, and people would judge him and ask whether he looked young enough or not.
The young master doesn't want to suffer this.
He admitted that he didn't look young.
He doesn't want to meet anyone who looks young.
"Hmm? Do you have anything to do tomorrow?" Wen Qiao asked.
Fu Nanli coughed lightly: "Well, I have something to do at the company, let's talk about dinner later."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Okay."
The car sped along, and the rain left long water marks on the window glass. Fu Chuan called and talked to Fu Nanli about work.
"Fucheng Company's shares have fallen a lot, and he wants to make peace with you."
Fu Nanli pinched the bridge of his nose: "How sincere are you?"
"He said he didn't want to fight with his brothers anymore."
Fu Nanli said softly: "Really? Did he have to figure it out under the power, or did he really repent on his own?"
"Nan Li, maybe you should give him another chance. He was so young back then, and went to Europe with you to study. Now that he's asking for peace, give him another chance."
The car was silent except for the sound of rain outside the window. After a while, Fu Nanli said, "If he has really figured it out, let him be in charge of the African optical cable laying project."
“That project will take at least a year in Africa.”
"If he doesn't want to, forget it."
"I'll talk to him about it."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Qiao asked him, "Is Fu Cheng going to surrender?"
"Because my company has made a big push into the entertainment industry, some of his industries have been affected, and I have been having people keep an eye on him, so he has no choice but to do this."
Wen Qiao nodded.
"Do you think I need to give him another chance?"
Wen Qiao said very cleverly: "The decision is in your hands. I won't interfere with your career."
In fact, Fu Nanli should have already made a judgment in her mind, but she did not express her opinion.
Fu Nanli reached out and rubbed her head.
He is actually a person who longs for brotherly love and respect. He always feels a little envious when he sees Wen Qiao getting along with her younger brothers.
When they arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, he held an umbrella, held the person in his arms, and walked into the house.
(End of this chapter)