Winsmer: "Don't you think it's ...... Nothing remarkable? ”

Wen Chi covered Wen Mo's mouth: "You kid, when did I say this?" ”

Su Yun touched Wen Qiao's head: "Our Qiao Qiao really looks like a big star on the stage today, and everyone thinks you are doing a great job." ”

Wincho smiled: "Mr. Bach, the judge just now, said that there is a concert for the royal anniversary in Amsterdam next month, and I may have to go over to play next week." ”

"Okay, okay, do you want me to accompany you?"

"No, I'll go myself."

Su Yun smiled and said, "Okay, it's all over here, let's go home." ”

Wen Qiao got up, his wrist was grabbed, Fu Nanli looked casually and suggestively, Wen Qiao actually understood.

She wanted her to stay with him tonight.

"Mom, I still have something over there in Nanli, I ......"

As soon as she said this, could Su Yun still not understand?

"Okay, you go to Nanli first, tomorrow night at home to celebrate your success, you have to come back tomorrow, you know?"

"Yes, yes."

In April, when the weather was warm, Wen Qiao's cheongsam was covered with a long knitted sweater, and Fu Nanli led him out of the Turandot Concert Hall.

Male college students looked at tens of millions of luxury cars, and could only secretly smash their fists against the wall.

It's amazing to be rich.

After getting into the car, Fu Nanli reached out and pulled the hairpin between Wen Qiao's hair, and the hair suddenly poured down and fell over his shoulders.

He ruffled her hair, revealing her ears: "Does it still hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt much."

The man leaned over and kissed her, and the resentment of the concert hall poured out on her lips tonight.

There were even more people smashing the wall outside.

The luxury car slowly left the concert hall, the partition was raised, and Fu Nanli concentrated on kissing the person in his arms, and it took a while to let go.

Wen Qiao: "What are you doing?" ”

"Today I see that your support group is very strong and numerous."

Wen Qiao: "You mean the boys who came backstage to deliver flowers just now?" I don't know any of them, not even familiar with them. ”

Fu Nanli caressed her face: "You don't know each other, but they all like you very much." ”

Wen Qiao shrugged, whether others liked her or not, it didn't seem that she could control it.

She leaned into his arms, rested her head on his arm, and looked at him with a smile: "So what does Mr. Fu want your girlfriend to do?" ”

Fu Nanli lowered her eyes, what do you want her to do?

His Qiao'er has done well enough, just vinegar, just sulk.

"You don't need to do anything."

Wen Qiao was a little surprised: "Huh? ”

The man's rough thumb pinched her face: "You don't need to do anything, just be yourself, Qiao'er, who shines on the stage, is good." ”

Wincho leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips.

lingering all the way downstairs to the apartment.

The next day, Wen Qiao went to get his ears pierced, in a store outside the nearby old street, there were occasional vehicles passing by outside, on a rainy day, bringing up the rain from all over the place, the new green of the sycamore was reflected in the puddle, Wen Qiao saw the earring gun in the hand of the shopkeeper's young lady, and felt a little novel.

The young lady said to Fu Nanli: "Press her head and chin, don't let her move when I make a hole." ”

Wen Qiao: "I'm not afraid of pain, I don't need it......"

Under the ruthless and ruthless cooperation of Fu Nanli and the young lady, Wen Qiao was hit twice in both ears.