When Fu Nanli held the captain's cap and pushed the door open, the room was filled with the smell of food, and the smoke and fireworks would make people nostalgic for a space that was originally emotionless, and there was an extra name called 'home'.

In the early winter evening, when twilight shrouded the kitchen, he walked in. leaned against the doorframe to look at her.

Wen Qiao heard footsteps and turned back to him and smiled: "It's okay right away." ”

"Hmm." The man answered, but did not move forward.

Wen Qiao muttered a little in his heart, feeling that Fu Nanli seemed to be a little strange.

She put on her gloves and wanted to serve the casserole, Fu Nanli stepped forward and took the gloves in her hand: "I'll come." ”

Two dishes and one soup, full of color, flavor and flavor.

"Are you flying to Munich or Helsinki this time?"

"Munich, the last trip, after that will be completely handed over to Luo ...... Captain Luo. ”

I don't always remember the name, so let's call it Captain Luo.

"It'll be easier after that, right?"

"Hmm."

He was a little silent today, and his eyes were a little complicated when he occasionally looked at her, and his eyes glanced at the wound on her index finger several times, and he didn't say anything.

Wincho was a little confused.

Are you tired of a long flight?

When dinner was over, Fu Nanli was washing dishes by the kitchen sink, and a not-so-good thought suddenly flashed through Wen Qiao's mind.

Was it last time she took the initiative to find Shao Cheng and let him notice something?

That time her actions were indeed too suspicious, how could it be that after two or three days, she couldn't stand it and went straight to the door?

Fu Nanli came back to his senses afterwards and doubted her actions, which was also very reasonable.

Wen Qiao stood in the living room, looked at his tall back in the kitchen, washed the dishes, slowly squeezed some hand sanitizer, washed his hands, and turned to walk towards her.

He approached step by step, and she instinctively stepped back, her hands propped up on the back of the couch, and there was no way back.

"It's not too early, I'll send you back."

Wen Qiao's heart was suffocated, he would have tried his best to keep her before.

Did he really find something?

"Oh, good." Her voice was a little muffled.

He had already made his way to the door, and she could only follow him.

The two entered the elevator, and there was a safe distance between them, and they no longer held her in their arms all the time.

Out of the apartment building, he put her in the car and asked Lao Hu to send her back.

And he himself, did not get into the car.

Wen Qiao's palms were a little cold, did he find out that she was lying?

The car started, the window was ajar, Wen Qiao hurriedly stretched out his hand and said goodbye to him nervously: "...... again Good bye. ”

Restrained, frightened, and uneasy, engraved in her eyes, there was a distinct wound on the hand that stretched out to greet him, and Fu Nanli lowered his eyes.

My heart was suffocated.

The car slowly left, he didn't say goodbye to her, there seemed to be no expression on his face, and from the rearview mirror, he stood there for a long time, as if watching her leave.

Wen Qiao closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind.

If he knew the truth, would he be furious?

Wen Qiao exhaled, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth.

After that, Fu Nanli didn't contact her, Wen Qiao's heart sank inch by inch, and she went to class and practiced the piano normally every day, and outsiders didn't seem to see any difference in her at all.

People like her will not open their hearts easily.

Lu Youyou, who was in a big rage, didn't notice the change in her mood.

Wen Qiao counted the time, and the days passed, and soon it was thirteen days.

Fu Nanli did not contact her for thirteen days, which was equivalent to sentencing her to death.

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