Forget it, let him wish him good luck.
Fu Nanli walked over on the muddy ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and saw Wen Qiao wearing a woven straw hat. The spring sunshine shone through the hat and dappled her face. She was holding a handful of grass in her hand, and her face was still dirty, like a little cat. Now she was looking at him with a smile.
"Uncle Li, did you bring her here to pull weeds?"
Uncle Li was anxious: "Oh, Master, it was Xiao Wen who insisted on coming here to work."
Wen Qiao wiped the sweat off his face again, and his face became even more red. "Don't blame Uncle Li, I really came here to work on my own."
Fu Nanli bent down and held her hand, "Okay, we've been working for a long time, you can take a break now."
After saying that, he grabbed the weeds in her hand, threw them aside, and stretched out his hand again. Uncle Li quickly handed over a handkerchief, and Fu Nanli helped her wipe her face. How could it be wiped clean? The dirt and grass stains had dried on her face. Her little face was rubbed red and still dirty.
Fu Nanli threw the handkerchief into Qin Bei's hand and pulled Wen Qiao out.
The ground was wet, and it was the first time in Mr. Fu's life that there was so much mud on his leather shoes.
There was a small sightseeing car parked next to the organic farm. Wen Qiao was pulled into the car and the driver drove towards the mansion.
Fu Nanli took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and handed it to Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao took the water bottle and gulped down a few big gulps. She drank so quickly that the water leaked from the corners of her mouth down her neck. Fu Nanli reached out to wipe it for her, and his eyes dimmed.
Wen Qiao wiped his mouth and handed him the water bottle.
Fu Nanli sighed softly: "There is no need to do this."
Although it was only March, it was near noon and the sun was very hot. She didn't even wear gloves, and her hands were red from pulling weeds.
Wen Qiao took a breath and said, "Farm work is quite interesting. I have learned a lot from the uncles and aunts who work with me."
She took off the straw hat on her head, and there were still a few strands of grass stuck in her hair. Fu Nanli reached out to help her pick the grass off, but he had no way to deal with her.
The sightseeing bus passed the organic farm and the golf course, where you could vaguely see the old man swinging his club on the course.
He called Uncle Li and said, "Talk to the old man about Qiao'er's work in detail."
"Understood, Master."
After passing the golf course, the sightseeing bus came to a shallow lake and finally arrived at the villa halfway up the mountain.
Wen Qiao also truly realized that the Fu family was really big.
When they arrived at the mansion, Fu Nanli took her to his bedroom.
This was the first time Wen Qiao went back to the bedroom in his main house. His first impression was that it was huge. His bedroom was a suite, with a master bedroom and an outer hall, as well as a small activity room and a separate dressing room.
His bedroom alone was much larger than her courtyard house.
After all, poverty limited her imagination.
No wonder out of 60 million, he could only rank 80,000 or 90,000.
The second impression was that the decoration style won her heart, the Nordic style and low-key luxury, which was in line with his style as a young master.
She was pulled to the bathroom by the man. The entire floor-to-ceiling window was half covered with blinds, which greatly reduced the sunlight. Wen Qiao was pressed on the sink. The man turned on the faucet and hugged her from behind with his tall body.
The hand sanitizer was squeezed onto her hands. Fu Nanli hugged her, rubbed her hands gently, and sprayed it on the skin behind her ears with a steady breath.
Wen Qiao looked back at him: "I can do it myself."
"Do not move."
Wen Qiao did not move, allowing his long, bony fingers to move slowly between her slender white fingers.
(End of this chapter)