Chapter 65: The Hundred Branches of Louis XIII

The intimate gesture made Fu Jiang's brain stunned, could it be that he kicked the steel plate?

I haven't heard that the young master is in love.

I haven't heard that the young master has the habit of raising a little star, the young master's private life is as clean as a blank paper, and I haven't heard that he is raising a little love in Xiaotangshan.

Wen Qiao pointed at Fu Jiang: "He took my hand and asked me to drink with him, and kissed me." ”

Fu Jiang saw that his cousin's face was terribly gloomy, and his legs immediately trembled to the point that he couldn't stand.

"Less...... Young master, I'll ......" was so frightened that he even changed his name, and he didn't dare to call his brother again.

Fu Nanli slowly wiped Wen Qiao's face, wiped the dark red wine from her neck, and then threw the handkerchief in his hand, without turning his head, his voice was full of yin and yin that made people's scalp tingle, "Let me see you here again......

"Young master, I was wrong, I had no eyes, I will never come to Xiaotangshan in the future, I was wrong, I shouldn't have touched your people, I'm sorry."

The standard 90-degree bow is almost kneeling.

"I'll see her later......" Fu Nanli's voice was cold.

"I must go around, young master, I have eyes and I don't know Taishan, I was wrong."

Fu Cheng took advantage of the situation and said: "These two wine cabinets, nearly a hundred Louis XIII, all of them are broken, Fu Jiang, what are you going to do?" ”

I have long seen that Fu Jiang is not pleasing to the eye, and Fu Cheng has to fall into the well no matter what.

"Young master, I will compensate, and I will pay everything."

Fu Nanli lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qiao: "Just hit her account." ”

"Yes, yes, young master, I'll send someone to beat me right away."

Fu Jiang's panic looked a little strange in Zhao Tong's eyes.

"It doesn't make sense, Fu Jiang has always been rampant, and he doesn't take those people in his eyes, shouldn't he ......?"

Xu Lu's heart was raised in his throat, and he flatly denied it, "It can't be Fu Nanli." ”

Wen Qiao, even if she has great ability, it is impossible for her to climb Fu Nanli.

Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao's shoulders and left the chaotic nightclub surrounded by everyone.

Several celebrities who walked in front of Zhao Tong and Xu Lu whispered: "Fu Jiang is a paper tiger, and in front of Fu Nanli, he doesn't even dare to let out a fart." ”

"It's so relieving."

Xu Lu's face turned terribly white in an instant, his hands were tightly gripping the edge of the table, his knuckles were white, and his heart was beating fast.

No wonder Wen Qiao doesn't look down on Zhuang Yan.

It turned out that he had climbed a higher branch.

What means did Wen Qiao use to catch Fu Nanli? can even let the most mysterious young master of this wealthy family stand up for her.

She couldn't figure it out.

"Fu Nanli must be playing with her." Zhao Tong was indignant.

When Xu Lu heard this, she was relieved.

What does she have to worry about?

Wen Qiao has two younger brothers who drag oil bottles, and the kind of genetic psychosis that comes with genes is not looked down upon by the Zhuang family, and even less by the Fu family.

Fu Nanli is just looking at her young, beautiful and pure, just playing, a young master with a family background like Fu Nanli must marry the daughter of a celebrity who is in the right household.

But only she can feel the overturning of the river and the sea in her heart.

Even if it's just playing, it's enough to make the daughters of celebrities in Haicheng envious and jealous.

In the corridor, Fu Nanli took off his suit and put it on Wen Qiao, "You asked you to go to the Jiu-Jitsu gym to find me, why are you here?" ”

Wen Qiao looked at him cautiously: "I'm lost. ”

"Jiu-Jitsu gym is the opposite direction from here."

Wen Qiao looked innocent: "Yes, that's why I'm lost." ”

Those brothers seemed to have a good relationship with him, there was no definite evidence, and she didn't want to speak ill of people behind her back, it sounded too much like the scourge of dividing other people's brotherhood.