Qin Bei also added, 'The person who sent the photo said that Gu Xiao blocked the football for Miss Wen'.

It has been depressed until now.

"The hospital where you came with Gu Xiao." Fu Nanli's long legs were folded, and his slender fingers tapped his knees lightly, not wanting to make himself look too cautious.

Wen Qiao was frank: "Well, I came with him, how did you know that I was here?" ”

Fu Nanli handed her the photo she received on her phone, and Wen Qiao sighed softly, "This Su Ying!" ”

Who else could it be besides Su Ying?

Su Ying is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic, jumping up and down, and sparing no effort to wreak havoc in her life.

"He blocked the football for me, and he was captured, it's my cousin Su Ying, you should have an impression."

Fu Nanli buckled his mobile phone back, and his jaw muscles tensed slightly: "He blocked the football for you?" ”

"Well, I'll take him to the hospital for a check-up after that, and if he hurts somewhere, I'm afraid there will be a delay in the Busan race in December."

The car slowly walked through the camphor shaded by the sun, a very straight street, and the green shade seemed to have no end.

"He likes you." Fu Nanli's voice was clear and hoarse, with an imperceptible sourness.

Wen Qiao shook his head: "He doesn't like me." ”

She knew that Gu Xiao entered the club and wandered around her, just to find a way to get close to Fu Nanli, or rather, to block Fu Nanli.

And all this, she didn't know how to open her mouth and tell him that having a younger brother with bad intentions would make him feel uncomfortable, and she didn't want Fu Nanli to be uncomfortable.

Fu Nanli's well-defined hand gently pinched her face, and her voice was deep, "You are too self-aware of your face." ”

It's really easy to like her.

Wen Qiao leaned over slowly, a pair of smiling eyes crooked, her fingers rubbed his big hand carefully, the smell of mint milk seemed to fill the end of her nose, her voice rustled, and whispered in his ear-

"But I, Wen Qiao, only like Fu Nanli."

The big hand suddenly tightened, like an eagle falcon hunting in the mountains, firmly holding the prey in his hand.

"Gotta like it for the rest of your life." He said.

"Of course." She said.

The mist gradually dispersed, and Fu Nanli's cool eyes finally became warmer little by little.

Wen Qiao hesitated, but still asked, "Your father...... What kind of person is he? ”

The car turned a corner, the leather seats were too slippery, Wen Qiao slowly slid to Fu Nanli's side, Fu Nanli reached out to catch her, squinted at her: "Why are you interested in my father again?" ”

"Let's talk about it."

After a while, he spoke: "He is a musician, playing the violin, in his time, he is famous, maybe the age is too long, you should not have heard of it." ”

"Call ......"

"His name is Fu Xianyuan."

Wincho: "I've heard of it in the elective class, and it seems that he is a close friend of the piano maestro Mr. Vincent. ”

"Well, that's why Vincent invited you to his recital, and I had a few words with Vincent, and it was my father who was talking about it."

Wincho: "And then?" What about life? He's a ...... What kind of people? ”

Fu Nanli pinched her chin: "Little ghost, you have a lot of questions. ”

Wen Qiao looked at him with a pair of big eyes eager to learn, Fu Nanli played with her fingers, and said slowly: "He is a good husband, very good to my mother, and a good father, I had a very happy childhood, and then ......"

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