Forget it, he's going to be blessed.

Fu Nanli walked over with one shallow foot on the dirt and saw Wen Qiao wearing a woven straw hat on her head, the spring sun dappled her face through the straw hat, she was holding a handful of grass in her hand, her face was still dirty, like a little flower cat, and she looked at him with a smile at this time.

"Uncle Li, did you bring her to pull weeds?"

Uncle Li was anxious: "Eh, young master, it was Xiao Wen who had to come over to work." ”

Wen Qiao wiped his sweat again, and his face became even more flowery, "Don't blame Uncle Li, I did the work myself." ”

Fu Nanli bent down and took her hand, "Okay, it's been a long day, you can rest." ”

After speaking, he grabbed the weeds in her hand, threw them aside, and stretched out his hand again, Uncle Li hurriedly handed over the handkerchief, Fu Nanli helped her wipe her face, where did she wipe it clean? The dirt and grass had dried up on her face, and her little face was red and dirty.

Fu Nanli threw the handkerchief on Qin Bei's hand and pulled Wen Qiao out.

The ground was wet, and it was the first time in his life that Fu Dagongzi had so much mud on his leather shoes.

A small sightseeing car was parked next to the organic farm, and Wen Qiao was pulled into the small sightseeing 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, took a few big sips, drank too quickly, the water leaked from the corner of his mouth to his neck, Fu Nanli reached out to help her wipe it, and wiped his eyes darkened.

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 close to noon, the sun was shining, she didn't even wear a glove, and her hands were red from pulling weeds.

Wen Qiao sighed: "It's very interesting to do farm work, and I learned a lot from those uncles and aunts who work together." ”

She took off the straw hat on her head, and there were a few grasses in her hair, Fu Nanli reached out to help her remove the grass, and there was nothing she could do about it.

The sightseeing car passed the organic farm, passed the golf course, and vaguely saw the old man who seemed to be swinging on the course.

He called Uncle Li, "Qiao'er is working, and I will talk to the old man about everything in detail." ”

"Understood, young master."

After the sightseeing car passes the stadium, there is a shallow water lake, and finally arrives at the villa halfway up the mountain.

Wen Qiao also really 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 had returned to the bedroom of his main house, and his first impression was that it was large, with an ensuite, a master bedroom and an outer hall, as well as a small activity room and a separate cloakroom.

His bedroom alone was already much larger than her courtyard.

In the end, it was poverty that limited her imagination.

No wonder 60 million can only be ranked to 80,000 or 90,000.

The second impression is that the decoration style has won her heart, Nordic style, low-key luxury, in line with his young master's style.

She was dragged to the bathroom by the man, the whole floor-to-ceiling window was half covered with blinds, the sunlight was diminished for most of the time, Wen Qiao was pressed on the sink, the man turned on the faucet, and his tall body hugged her from behind.

The hand sanitizer was squeezed into her hand, Fu Nanli hugged her, helped her gently rub her hands, and sprayed on the skin behind her ears without breathing.

Wen Qiao looked back at him: "I'll do it myself." ”

"Don't move."

Wen Qiao didn't move, letting his long, bony fingers weave between her thin white fingers.