Wen Mo: "Don't you think it's...nothing big?"
Wen Chi covered Wen Mo's mouth with his hand: "You kid, when did I say that?"
Su Yun touched Wen Qiao's head and said, "Qiao Qiao was like a big star on the stage today. Everyone thought you performed very well."
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "The judge, Mr. Bach, said that there will be a royal anniversary concert in Amsterdam next month. I may have to go there to perform next week."
"Okay, okay, do you want me to accompany you?"
"No, I'll go by myself."
Su Yun smiled and said, "Okay, we're done here, let's go home."
Wen Qiao stood up and someone grabbed his wrist. Fu Nanli looked at her casually yet suggestively, and Wen Qiao actually understood what he was looking at.
She hoped she could stay at his place tonight.
"Mom, I still have some things at Nanli's place, I..."
After hearing this, how could Su Yun not understand
"Okay, go to Nan Li first. We'll celebrate your success tomorrow night. You have to come back tomorrow, okay?"
"I know."
It was April and the weather was warm. Wen Qiao wore a long knitted sweater over her cheongsam. She was led out of Turandot Concert Hall by Fu Nanli. In front of the group of male college students who had a crush on Wen Qiao, Fu Nanli held her in his arms and got into the car with her.
The male college students looked at the luxury cars worth tens of millions and could only secretly punch the wall.
It's great to be rich.
After getting in the car, Fu Nanli reached out and pulled the hairpin from Wen Qiao's hair, and her hair immediately cascaded down and spread over her shoulders.
He brushed her hair to reveal her ears: "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt much anymore."
The man leaned over and kissed her, pouring out all the resentment in the concert hall tonight onto her lips.
There were even more people smashing the wall outside.
The luxury car slowly left the concert hall and the partition rose. Fu Nanli concentrated on kissing the person in his arms and did not let go for a long while.
Wen Qiao: "What are you doing?"
"Today I saw that your support group is very strong and numerous."
Wen Qiao: "Are you talking about the boys who came backstage to give flowers just now? I don't know any of them, not even their faces."
Fu Nanli stroked her face gently: "You don't know them, but they all like you very much."
Wen Qiao shrugged. It seemed that whether others liked her or not was not something she could control.
She leaned in his arms, resting her head on his arm, and looked at him with a smile: "So what does Mr. Fu want your girlfriend to do?"
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes, wondering what he wanted her to do.
His daughter Qiaoer has done well enough, so he can be jealous and just keep it to himself.
“No need to do anything.”
Wen Qiao was a little surprised: "Huh?"
The man pinched her face with his rough thumb: "You don't need to do anything, just be yourself, Qiao Er, shining on the stage, very good."
Wen Qiao leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips.
They lingered all the way down to the apartment building.
The next day, Wen Qiao went to get her ears pierced in a store outside a nearby old street. Occasionally, vehicles passed by outside. It was a rainy day, and rain water was splashed all over the ground. The new green of the sycamore trees was reflected in the puddles. Wen Qiao saw the earring gun in the store owner's hand and found it a little novel.
The young lady said to Fu Nanli, "Hold her head and chin, and don't let her move while I'm drilling the hole."
Wen Qiao: "I'm not afraid of pain, so there's no need..."
Under the ruthless cooperation of Fu Nanli and the young lady, Wen Qiao was hit twice on both sides of the ears.
(End of this chapter)