The most nervous can be said to be Qiu Ya who pulled the door frame and refused to leave, Wen Qiao is playing big now, and Fu Nanli can't protect her.

But what Old Man Fu said when he opened his mouth surprised her.

"It seems to be true...... The headache doesn't hurt anymore. ”

Fu Nanli breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Wen Qiao's shoulder, and kissed the top of her hair: "It's hard." ”

Qiu Ya was stunned and stepped forward: "Grandpa Fu, don't you really have a headache?" ”

Fu Huaiyong pressed his temples and turned his neck slightly: "Indeed, my head is not heavy, and I feel very relaxed." ”

Qiu Ya looked at Wen Qiao: "How can there be a medical technique that cures so quickly?" If you do this, will there be any sinister sequelae? ”

Wen Qiao glanced at her indifferently: "Otherwise, you will come?" ”

Qiu Ya was short of words: "What kind of attitude do you have?" I commented that the refrigerator can't be refrigerated, do I have to be able to refrigerate it myself? You're a doctor now, can't I even question it? ”

Fu Nanli's eyes flashed with gloom: "What position does Miss Qiu have to question?" I haven't questioned it, so what qualifications do you have? ”

Qiu Ya looked aggrieved and looked at Old Man Fu.

Old Man Fu's illness was alleviated, and he, the client, had the most intuitive feelings, so he said: "Okay, Xiaoya, don't question Wen Qiao anymore, she does have certain attainments in acupuncture." ”

Qiu Ya's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

I could only smile and say, "I'm sorry, Grandpa Fu, I'm too worried, I'm afraid that something will happen to Wen Qiao, after all, it's about your body." ”

Wen Qiao had already put away the needle bag, glanced at Qiu Ya, and really let her say anything.

Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao's hand: "Take you to wash your hands." ”

After speaking, he went directly to the bathroom with Wen Qiao's waist around him.

From time to time, a voice came -

"I'll do it myself......"

"Don't move, squeeze some hand sanitizer."

Qiu Ya's face turned pale, obviously Fu Nanli was helping her wash her hands, and Fu Nanli actually did it himself to such a point.

I have to say that Wen Qiao is really good at manipulating.

In the bathroom, Fu Nanli's well-defined fingers gently rubbed the hand sanitizer and foamed, he hugged her from behind, and then carefully and gently helped her scrub each finger.

The sun was just right outside, and the people in the mirror were facing the sunshine diluted by the curtains, and the tip of their noses was dripping with fine sweat.

There seems to be a milky smell on the body, straight to the end of the nose.

"Okay?"

Wincho gently pushed his abdomen with his elbow.

"Wash your hands carefully, when you took the medical license, didn't you mention it in the textbook?"

Wen Qiao looked at the serious-looking man in the mirror and stepped on his foot gently: "I didn't talk about it." ”

"Don't move."

Her hands are white and smooth, and her fingers are very beautiful, tender and white as onion roots, and she is weak and boneless when she holds them in her hands.

Obviously, she never maintains it, and she rarely wears any hand cream, but it feels very soft and addictive to the touch.

The two of them can also wash their hands to the point that people outside feel impatient to wait.

Fu Huaiyong coughed lightly, and it was impossible for people to go and see if the two had been washed.

A room of four or five people was waiting awkwardly for the two of them.

When did Fu Nanli care about other people's feelings, including his grandfather's feelings, he didn't pay much attention to them.

After a while, he slowly dragged Wen Qiao's hand out of the bathroom.

Wen Qiao calmly and rationally told Old Man Fu: "I will make a new recipe, let the chef of your mansion cook according to the recipe I came out, and I will come over to give you acupuncture once a week, what do you think?" ”