Fu Nanli received the video sent by Qin Bei on his computer. He clicked it and saw that the man was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, and seemed not to want people to see his appearance. The picture of the recorder was very clear. The moment he turned around, his eyes made eye contact with the recorder for a moment.
He reached out and pressed the pause button. From that one second of contact, he could tell that it was someone he knew.
It’s... Gu Xiao.
Fu Nanli's heartstrings trembled because it was too reasonable. Gu Xiao was his younger brother. If he could become Wen Qiao's medicine, then Gu Xiao could certainly do the same.
His mind suddenly became confused.
"Master, did you see that? I think the person in that video looks a bit like... Gu Xiao."
Fu Nanli immediately said, "Got it, I'll hang up now."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Nanli sat in the chair with complicated thoughts.
Qiao'er doesn't have to rely on only him. There is another person in this world who she can depend on, and that person is his younger brother.
He felt uncomfortable inside, and of course he wanted to be her only one, but the brief confusion soon passed, and he told himself that this was not a bad thing.
If anything unexpected happens to him, Wen Qiao will at least have another layer of protection.
It was not a good thing for him, as he now had a strong competitor.
But for Qiaoer, this is a good thing.
He stood in front of the French window in the study and noticed that it was raining outside. The rain was heavy. Although it was warm in the house, he seemed to be able to feel the cold outside.
He stood in front of the window for half an hour, seemingly thinking about nothing.
Wen Qiao finished his breakfast slowly, cleaned up the dishes diligently, and wiped his hands. The study was quiet. It was really hard for him to deal with work so early in the morning.
She ground some coffee beans herself, brewed a cup of fragrant coffee and brought it to his study.
He was standing by the window smoking, not holding a phone or any reports or documents, and he didn't even notice her entering the room.
Wen Qiao placed the small tray on his desk and walked behind him, "Are you troubled by work?"
She suddenly spoke, and Fu Nanli paused, then immediately put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and opened the floor-to-ceiling window a little. The cool air from outside came in, and the wind was blowing coldly, bringing with it raindrops. Wen Qiao was wrapped in his arms, and the warm embrace formed a sharp contrast with the biting cold wind.
"How did you get in?"
"Did it disturb your work?"
Fu Nanli: "Not really."
When I looked up, I saw the steaming coffee, "Did you make it?"
Wen Qiao: "It was soaked by the snail girl."
Fu Nanli chuckled: "Let me see how the snail girl cooks."
Fu Nanli picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. Wen Qiao looked at him expectantly. Fu Nanli looked satisfied. "Well, it tastes better than the coffee brewed by internationally renowned baristas."
Wen Qiao stroked his chin: "I think friendship accounts for too much of the score, don't you think so, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Nanli took two more sips and said, "After savoring it carefully, it has an endless aftertaste. Our Qiao Er is indeed talented in everything he does. He can even make better coffee than most people."
Wen Qiao just thought he was teasing her. After drinking a cup of coffee, he worked while she looked through the data in the tablet computer, all about Fenlin Pharmaceutical.
His study was very large. Wen Qiao sat on the long-haired carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The heating was on high and she felt a little drowsy.
I surfed the Internet for a while, looked at the stock indexes of major internationally renowned pharmaceutical companies, and browsed some news about the pharmaceutical industry. Currently, drugs related to blood diseases are being developed all over the world.
(End of this chapter)