Fu Nanli has always been a person with a strong sense of time, and never does meaningless things, but he can always be with Wen Qiao, saying something inconsequential and meaningless, and never feels that this is a waste of time.

Wen Qiao felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was ambiguous again, and he struggled to get up: "Is Young Master Fu so frugal?" I won't turn on a single light, I'll turn it on. ”

Pressed down by the man, "Sit." ”

The man deceived him and got closer and closer.

Light and dark overlap on his deep features.

It seemed to be raining outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, providing a more ambiguous atmosphere for the two people in the dimly lit living room.

Wen Qiao had countless excuses in his mind, and he didn't know which one could make the eldest young master less unhappy.

The mobile phone in his hand suddenly vibrate.

Wen Qiao's heart was relieved, and he looked at the screen, it was a video call from Lu Youyou.

Lu Youyou, you are my father!

She looked at Fu Nanli helplessly: "Youyou called." ”

Lu Youyou didn't know that she had been on the hunt list of Master Fu for the second time.

Without waiting for Fu Nanli's approval, Wen Qiao immediately connected the video call, and Lu Youyou's voice came: "Qiaoqiao, are you home?" ”

Wen Qiao replied uncomfortably, "What's wrong?" ”

"Why is it so dark? None of the lights are turned on. ”

Wen Qiao was held in the man's arms, so nervous that he didn't dare to move, trying not to bring the picture to him.

"Something to talk about."

"How do I hear two breaths? Is there anyone next to you? ”

Wen Qiao only felt that his scalp was numb, when did Lu Youyou become so sensitive?

"Well, Xiao Mo is next to me."

The man's hand on her waist tightened slightly, as if dissatisfied.

Wen Qiao stiffened his head and said, "Yoyo, what the hell is going on?" ”

"After you left, Shang Fan said that the composer of his song was a student of our central sound, you know?"

Wen Qiao's jaw was headed, of course she knew that Brother Hao should not have revealed his surname to Shang Fan, but only told him that the composer was in Yangyin.

"Then, a post appeared in our forum, with various analyses, saying that it is likely that Mu Yue is Xu Lu."

Wincho: ......

"I have reasonable suspicions that the post was made by Xu Lu herself."

Wincho: ......

Xu Lu's skin is really thicker than she imagined, but it is indeed in line with her style, Xu Lu loves to put gold on her face too much.

Wen Qiao: "Set up a for yourself again, this song was not composed by her, and it will definitely overturn in the end." ”

Lu Youyou was energetic: "Yes, it must not have been done by her, why do you think she is so brazen?" ”

Wen Qiao shrugged: "Hasn't she always been like this?" ”

At present, she doesn't want to demolish Xu Lu, she doesn't want to be exposed to the flash of the media, which is not good for Xiao Mo and Xiao Chi's condition.

Fu Nanli saw that Wen Qiao and the person on the other end of the phone were talking to me, and it seemed that the more they talked, the more they talked, and even forgot about his existence.

"When will it end?"

Suddenly, he asked, in a very low voice.

Wen Qiao froze.

Lu Youyou squinted at Wen Qiao: "It's not Xiao Mo, isn't Xiao Mo unwilling to speak?" I felt like I heard a man's voice. ”

Wen Qiao still wanted to mess around, but Fu Nanli took the phone and said in a deep voice: "It's me." ”

Wincho's outstretched hand hung in the air, finally giving up the struggle.

Ah, forget it.

Lu Youyou panicked, his mobile phone fell to the ground, and then he said respectfully: "Young master, I'm sorry to disturb the time between the two of you, I'll hang up." ”

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