Chapter 439

Ten minutes later, steak spaghetti and tomato mushroom soup were brought to the table. Wenqiao sat at the table with swollen lips, raised his feet and gently kicked the man opposite: "who will allow you..."

The ankle was immediately seized by a powerful hand: "since I'm not familiar with you, it seems that I don't feel well. Why do you come up to care about me?"

Wenqiao is poor in words.

Suddenly realize the mood of Wen Chi, say, but also hit.

How angry.

Seeing that she was flat and silent, Fu Nanli was in a better mood. He loosened her ankle and said, "have dinner."

Wen Chi's brother in No.9 middle school is so weak that he can't beat his elder sister.

Wen Qiao's brother is weak and weak in front of Fu Nanli.

One thing falls one thing, and wenjo is in pain.

"Aren't you busy?"

When he helped her cut the steak, wenjo was bored and chatted at will.

"Well."

In the past, I had to deal with two flights in the middle of the line

"Well."

"Where do you have time to work out?"

The steak was cut into pieces, the plate was pushed to her hand, and the boiled broccoli did not look very appetizing, but for the sake of health, he forced her to eat it.

"There is always time to squeeze."

"Do you exercise every day?"

"Almost."

"What are you doing so hard?" winchoto looked at him

"To hold my girlfriend in one hand and not breathe." He had a sexy voice, long fingers with a knife and fork, and a beautiful forearm that made people unable to move their eyes. When he spoke like this, wenjo couldn't stop his ears from getting hot.

"Don't have to work so hard and work so busy. These unimportant things can be put aside."

Fu Nanli glanced at her. Wenqiao's neck was cold. He felt that he could see through her inner feelings and feel guilty.

"It's good to spare half an hour to practice every night. It doesn't take time."

Wenjo flipped over the steak on his plate and whispered, "Oh.".

After dinner, there was still a sunset in the living room. After washing the dishes, Fu Nanli came to her. He was dressed at home, with a loose white shirt on his upper body and loose Khaki linen trousers on his lower body.

As he walked over, he put down his rolled up sleeves, sat down next to wenjo, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

It's so undead that the famous painting sunflower is being broadcast on TV.

Wenqiao coughed softly: "I want to watch variety show."

Fu Nanli familiar with the people into the arms, children's love games, he has been enough to accompany, this end, from today on, good love, do not play what you chase me, I chase your game.

"I'll see it later."

The program describes in detail the adventures of sunflower on the way from the van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam to the British Museum.

Wenqiao was a little relieved and didn't mention her m society. Naturally, they all pretended to be passers-by to protect famous paintings from being stolen, which was not suitable for being exposed. In this way, their work could not be carried out in the future.

"My friends in England say they have some rumors there," he said

Wenjo: what's the rumor

"It's said that there were waves of thieves who wanted to steal this sunflower."

Wenjo felt a faint perspiration on his forehead, because he said it accurately.