Wen Qiao was pleased: "Well, the body is practicing well, no one in the school dares to bully you now, right?" ”

"Nope."

Wen Qiao grabbed his arm as if he was addicted to touching, and sighed while touching: "I didn't expect that our Xiao Mo would have such a thing as muscles one day, and the lines on your arm are comparable to those of your brother-in-law......"

In the dim alley, a hand suddenly stretched out, dragged Wen Qiao over, and fell into the hard chest, Wen Qiao almost shouted, until the end of his nose flashed a familiar smell, it was Fu Nanli's taste.

"Xiao Mo's lines are comparable to mine? You take a closer look at me, huh? ”

Wen Mo stood there stupidly, looking at his sister and brother-in-law, Fu Nanli glanced at him: "You go home first." ”

Wen Mo hadn't come back to his senses yet, looking at his sister, Wen Qiao thought to himself, this kid, in hindsight, is really sad, when will he be sensible.

"Xiao Mo, go home first."

Wen Mo hugged the big watermelon and hurried back.

There was no light in this corner, only the starlight surging overhead, and the chirping of insects in the corner of the wall on a summer night.

Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and touched his arm: "Feel it, whose arm is more powerful." ”

Wincho: "What are you talking about with a seventeen-year-old?" ”

Sometimes this man who is nine years older than her is also really naïve.

"You touch it." Men are a little reluctant.

Wen Qiao had no choice but to touch his arm, there was still a difference, there was an essential difference between the young man's body and the man's body, at least when Wen Qiao touched his arm, his heartbeat would speed up.

"Well, you're in better shape."

"What's so good?" He leaned against the wall and spoke in a tone like a scoundrel.

Wen Qiao's fingers moved inch by inch: "You have muscles in your arms, there are abdominal muscles, and there are chest muscles, shoulder width, waist narrowness, ......"

The man's breathing was obviously out of rhythm, and he grabbed her hand: "Let you touch your arm, where did you touch it?" ”

Wen Qiao looked innocent: "If you don't touch it, forget it." ”

Fu Nanli looked helpless: "Go home and say, go to me?" ”

Wen Qiao: "I just bought a big watermelon, the boss said it was very sweet, I ......"

Fu Nanli pinched the soft flesh on her waist: "Your mouth is so greedy? ”

Wen Qiao: "Isn't that what the appetite is like?" ”

As he spoke, he was hugged by someone: "I asked Qin Bei to buy a watermelon on the road, isn't it a watermelon?" ”

As soon as he arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, Su Ce called: "What time will you come back?" ”

Fu Nanli narrowed her eyes, this uncle was even stricter than her mother.

Wen Qiao: "Didn't Xiao Mo say it?" I'm here for Fu Nanli. ”

"Xiao Mo only said that you met Fu Nanli, I thought you would come back, I was going to tell you about Western medicine, come back early tomorrow morning."

"Oh, good."

Wen Qiao hung up the phone, and her uncle said that she wanted to get the blood of seven people, and it was best to master some more skills.

Yes, she is already under pressure with various skills, and her uncle still feels that it is not enough, and hopes that she will study traditional Chinese medicine, and hope that she will be proficient in Western medicine, but as long as her IQ is not so high, this kind of intense learning will have already collapsed her.

hung up the phone, Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli nested on the sofa to watch Zhou Tao's TV series.

Fu Nanli has no interest in this kind of Xianxia drama at all, Wen Qiao is just to contribute to the ratings of his own company's TV series, turn on as the background sound, and occasionally chat with Fu Nanli: "Zhou Tao is so beautiful." ”