The warm light of the bedside lamp shone down, and the sound of raindrops fell. As they got closer, Wen Qiao saw that his eyes were indeed full of bloodshot. Her heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to touch his face: "How long have you not slept?"
"Not long."
"I heard from Fu Chuan that there was a storm in Helsinki and flights couldn't go, is that right?"
Fu Nanli frowned. Doesn't Fu Chuan know what to say and what not to say? What's the point of telling her this, except to make her worry
"Well, the weather is a bit bad, and the Aviation Administration has stopped all flights for the safety of passengers."
Wen Qiao played with his slender fingers. "The weather was so bad, why did you drive for more than ten hours to Switzerland? Did you know that driving in such stormy weather is very dangerous?"
He was worried about her;
She was worried about him too.
"It was already the fifth day, and we were afraid of any accidents."
He just spoke very calmly, as if the dangerous experience of the car almost drifting away in the storm for eighteen hours was not worth mentioning.
Wen Qiao raised his hand and shook the bracelet on his wrist: "Didn't you leave this for me?"
Fu Nanli gently stroked the bracelet on her wrist: "Who knows how long this bracelet can last?"
Wen Qiao picked up a towel beside him and wiped his slightly damp hair: "Why don't you even use an umbrella on a rainy day?"
When the car stopped at the entrance of the alley, Fu Nanli opened the door and got out before it even stopped. How could he have time to open an umbrella
"Do you know who it is?"
Wen Qiao gently threaded his fingers through his black hair, his expression solemn: "It is very likely that he came here to avenge Gu Xiao. It could be Gu Xiao's non-blood-related brother. He may think that Gu Xiao's coma has something to do with me."
Fu Nanli's eyes darkened. This man was really unreasonable. If anyone wanted to take revenge, they should have looked for him, but instead they chose to attack someone irrelevant.
Then I thought, maybe he felt that only by hurting Qiao Er could he really be hurt
Fu Nanli's face was gloomy.
Fu Nanli said in a deep voice: "I'll ask Li Fang to come over and check your body again, okay?"
Wen Qiao held his big hand and said, "No need. I'm in good health. Please don't bother Dean Li in the middle of the night."
Fu Nanli looked around and asked, "Is there a stethoscope at home?"
Wen Qiao: “No.”
Fu Nanli leaned over her heart and listened to her heartbeat. Wen Qiao chuckled, "Can you tell anything?"
Fu Nanli put his big hands gently around her waist: "I can hear you say you miss me."
Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes: "Why are you forcibly tampering with my meaning? Are you relying on my heart not being able to speak?"
"Your heart can't speak, but your mouth can. Tell me, do you miss me?"
Wen Qiao reached out and turned off the light beside him: "It's two o'clock in the morning. I'm not sleepy, but you must be sleepy too. Let's go to bed."
The bedroom was dark, and the light reflected on his stern face through the rain. After a while, Wen Qiao spoke slowly: "Of course I miss you. After deciphering the signal jammer, the first message I sent was to you."
After Fu Nanli got off the plane, he turned on his phone and found the message she sent him.
But when she sent it to him, he was still on the plane.
Fortunately, she sent it to more than one person, otherwise the opportunity for rescue would have been missed.
He bent down and gently kissed the person in his arms.
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Fortunately, this incident was a safe one, and Wen Qiao Company's film [Tracking All the Way] was also screened.
Wen Qiao went to the police station to take a statement during the day. In the evening, she put on a little makeup, wore a purple dress, and went to the cinema where the preview was being shown, looking like an immortal.
(End of this chapter)