Halfway through the meal, the old man dropped the chopsticks in his hand and said, "Eat slowly, I feel a little unwell. I'm going back to my room to take medicine."
The whole family stood up, and Ye Minqiu asked worriedly, "Are you okay? I'll call Doctor Lin over."
Fu Huaiyong waved his hand: "It's okay, you guys eat yours."
Wen Qiao leaned over to Fu Nanli and asked, "Is your grandpa okay?"
Ye Minqiu waved to Uncle Li: "Ask Doctor Lin to come over and check on the old man."
Although she could see that the old man was just unhappy that other people liked Wen Qiao and didn't like Professor Zhong praising Wen Qiao the whole time, she was still a little worried, so she asked Dr. Lin to come and take a look.
After a while, Doctor Lin came from the back house carrying a medicine box. After a thorough examination, he found that there was nothing wrong. The old man was just making things difficult for himself.
The people in the dining room continued to eat.
After dinner, Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao sent Professor Zhong to the car.
It was still raining. When Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao got into the car behind, Uncle Li had just closed the car door when he saw Fu Nanli pressing Wen Qiao on the seat.
Through the half-open car window, one could sense the ambiguous atmosphere inside the car.
He always saw the young master as cold and reserved. When had he ever seen his young master so out of control
It was truly a spectacle that he could not help but stare at it a few more times until the car slowly moved away from his sight.
In the luxury car, Wen Qiao gently poked him in the chest: "Mr. Fu, what are you doing?"
Qin Bei asked: "Master, do you want to raise the baffle?"
"Um."
The partition between the front and rear seats slowly rose up, and Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Hey, what do you want to do?"
After a deep kiss, Wen Qiao's face turned red and her hair became messy. The man's low voice was full of displeasure: "Many boys in the university town have a crush on you?"
Wen Qiao spread his hands: "I am not aware of this."
She had never received any confession text message, and no one had confessed to her in person. Did Professor Zhong make up this story just to flatter her in front of Mr. Fu
"Ask Lu Youyou." The young master put his hand on the back of her neck and gently touched her neck, like a cheetah ready to attack in the next second.
Wen Qiao took out his cell phone and considered typing.
"Send a voice message."
Wen Qiao then sent a voice message to WeChat: "Youyou, are there any boys in our university town who like me? There's no such thing, right?"
I hope Lu Youyou can sense the hint in her hostage’s tone and say something that will make the young master happy.
After a minute, Lu Youyou didn't reply. Wen Qiao smiled slightly: "Maybe he's busy."
The phone vibrated, and Wen Qiao saw a one-minute voice message. What did Lu Youyou say? Why was there such a long voice message? Should she open it? Was there anything fishy about Fu Nanli in the voice message
"Why not?"
As the man spoke, his breath fell on the corner of her mouth. Wen Qiao closed her eyes and made up her mind, then clicked on Lu Youyou's one-minute voice message.
[Wow, Wen Qiao, do you have no idea of your beauty? Be more confident. How could there be no boys in the university town who have a crush on you? Moreover, there are not just one or two boys, but many. Do you think that no one has sent you a message, and no one has confessed to you in front of you...]
Wen Qiao was about to click again to turn off the voice chat. It was obvious to the naked eye that the eldest young master's face was extremely gloomy.
Fu Nanli grabbed the finger and said, "Listen to it."
[Do you think they are put off because they think you have a boyfriend? no~no~no~]
(End of this chapter)