Zhuang Yan's face sank, and he didn't say anything, but his gaze couldn't be withdrawn from Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao didn't mean to show off, nor did she have any intention of hitting someone who was watching her, she just took a cherry very casually and stuffed it into Fu Nanli's mouth: "You eat it too." ”

Zhuang Yan was finally so angry that he looked away.

His sister was live broadcast the whole process, and she kept reading it in his ear.

"Fu Shao has fed his little girlfriend again."

"Well, my little girlfriend seems to be full and doesn't want to eat."

"Fu Shao ate it himself."

"One person with one headphone, as if listening to a song."

"Oh no, what movie are you watching?"

"Hugged in my arms."

"Oops, it looks like kissing......"

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but look over, Fu Nanli did hug the person in his arms and kiss him.

People abroad are already enthusiastic, and no one will look sideways at their kissing.

Zhuang Yan's chest was very blocked, and he looked at it for two seconds, then looked away.

Fu Nanli finally let go of Wen Qiao, and Wen Qiao looked up at him: "You...... What are you doing? ”

Fu Nanli gently wiped the corner of her mouth with the tip of her thumb: "There are bread crumbs." ”

The few shyness in Wen Qiao's nineteen years of life was all used on Fu Nanli, his ears were a little hot, and he looked around: "In public." ”

"It doesn't matter, couples here often kiss in the street."

Wen Qiao touched his neck: "Yes...... Is it? ”

Originally, Zhuang Yan was pleasantly surprised by his chance encounter with Wen Qiao, but the experience along the way made him feel extremely tormented, and although he was tormented, he couldn't help but follow her.

He feels that he is now masochistic.

Three hours by car, in Iceland, they checked into the first floor of the same hotel, all next door.

Wen Qiao felt that this was really a bad fate.

Fu Nanli's face was a little gloomy, and he obviously didn't want to see this kind of fate.

The hotel is located on the mountain, and the rooms have floor-to-ceiling windows with hot springs, and the rooms are the best place to watch the Northern Lights.

Zhuang Yan only saw the two of them showing affection on this trip, and Wen Qiao, who had never seen such a tender and sweet little woman, envy turned into jealousy, and jealousy was so desolate that his heart was desolate.

He went back to his room, ignoring the two in the hot spring next door.

Watching the aurora is also a matter of luck, and some people may not be able to see it for more than ten days.

Wincho: They were lucky enough to see it that night.

Unpredictable and splendid, Wen Qiao sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling extremely shocked, this was a visual feast.

She fell asleep in the end, and was carried back to the room by Fu Nanli.

Fu Nanli dragged the quilt on the side, gently covered her, sat on the edge of the bed and watched her, stretched out his hand to rub her face, traced her facial features, and the movements of his hands were gentle and gentle, and finally, he couldn't help himself, and bowed his head to kiss her.

You used to like that boy, and you were so close to him.

Fate also worries me.

When he went back, he finally didn't run into Zhuang Yan again, and Wen Qiao realized that Fu Nanli's actions on the train seemed to be deliberate.

He is not a person who likes to show affection in public, he has always been restrained and restrained, and feeding her and kissing her in public is just to declare sovereignty.

When I returned to Haicheng, it was already the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, and there were still three days left to celebrate the New Year.

Fu Nanli sat in the car and tightened her neckline for her: "Chinese New Year's Eve will go to the Yuannan Mansion to accompany the old lady to dinner, so I won't accompany you." ”

Wen Qiao nodded hurriedly: "Well, it's more important for you to accompany your family." ”

"I'll come to you after dinner."

"Well, then I'll wait for you."

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