Wen Qiao also felt that her mind was full of question marks. The familiar tone of Miss Qiu's speech made it seem as if she was the outsider and seemed redundant.
Fu Nanli said indifferently: "Miss Qiu, please don't worry about my family's affairs."
Qiu Ya was not annoyed and smiled: "Are you here to go shopping? It's half past ten now. Are you going to eat on the sixth floor later?"
There are several Michelin restaurants on the sixth floor of this mall.
Fu Nanli: "No, I'll go home and cook for Qiaoer. Qiaoer can't get used to eating outside food."
The salesgirls almost went crazy, sending messages crazily in the small group
[The young master can actually cook]
[I love my girlfriend so much, I want to cook for her]
[Oh my god, handsome, rich, and considerate, how can there be such a perfect woman?]
The smile on Qiu Ya's face froze for a moment. The girl who seemed like a source of trouble stood beside him, and he said he would cook for her.
Just an ordinary sentence is enough to move many girls.
"Then I won't bother you. Take your time shopping. I'll go to the second floor to take a look."
Fu Nanli had a blank expression on his face, but Wen Qiao watched Qiu Ya leave with a smile on his face.
Apart from the staff, there were only the two of them in the store. Wen Qiao walked to the shelf, picked up a bag at random, and glanced at the people around him, "Did you go on a blind date when you went home that day? You didn't even tell me."
The salesgirl live broadcasted in the group in real time [The young master’s girlfriend is like a fairy, and the fairy complained that the young master had dinner with Miss Qiu]
[This little girlfriend is quite spoiled]
[It’s not because of the young master’s habit]
Fu Nanli rubbed her head: "Is this considered a blind date? I really didn't know she was there before I went back."
Wen Qiao curled her lips and said, "I think it counts." Then she looked at the manager of the luxury brand store next to her and said, "Sister, do you think it counts?"
The manager almost gasped and said, "Girl, you really know how to make things difficult for me. Should I say yes or no?"
"Emm, about this matter, I think... that..."
Fu Nanli glanced at her: "Don't you need to greet other guests?"
The manager quickly turned around and ran to the door, feeling like he had been saved.
"Come back to the Fu family mansion with me on New Year's Eve to have New Year's Eve dinner, okay?"
Wen Qiao looked embarrassed: "Forget it, I won't go. Your grandfather doesn't like me, and I won't go and cause trouble for him."
"I'll take you there. I have to ask him not to arrange this kind of blind date dinner again in the future."
Wen Qiao smiled deliberately at him and said, "I think Miss Qiu is pretty good, well-educated, graceful and generous. Oh, by the way, what does she do?"
"It seems to be a violin player."
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Like your father, then you should have a lot in common."
The man put his hands on the shelf, his broad chest blocking the view behind him, and reached out to pinch her tender face, "Wen Qiao, are you serious?"
Wen Qiao put his hands in his pockets, not in high spirits: "Your grandfather will probably do everything he can to bring you two together."
She was really a little unhappy and a little lonely.
It’s not because of inferiority complex, but because of physical reasons.
Now it is seven days, and in half a year, it will be shortened to three days.
A year later, it was shortened to one day.
What happens next? Is there still room for shortening
Will he die immediately
His grandfather will also know about this, right? Gu Xiao and He Xihuai knew that He Xihuai was hostile to them and would tell Grandpa Fu sooner or later. Fu Nanli could not cover up this matter.
By then, I'm afraid Grandpa Fu will be even more opposed to them being together.
Fu Nanli stroked her face gently: "He is him, I am me, I never listen to him."
(End of this chapter)