Wenqiao squinted at him: "if it's your employee who is sick and hospitalized, will you visit him?"

"No

Wenqiao: "you are too cold-blooded. When your employees are too miserable, what about Qinbei, song'an or Fuchuan?"

Fu Nanli raised eyebrows: "how many years have they been following me? How long has this boy been in your club?"

Wenqiao around his neck: "Mr. Fu really want to make trouble without reason, I have no way."

What's the photo from Fu Nanhuang

Wenjo shook his head. "Maybe the woman who likes you happened to see it and sent it to you."

"I let a person check, it is a network IP address sent over, can't find out who the other party is actually."

Wenjo stares at the picture: "it must have been taken by your admirer, trying to sow discord."

Fu Nanli stroked her back and did not speak.

In that case, he has nothing to worry about. If not, if someone has no intention, then

If there is no intention of boys have mixed up with her, then he should pay more attention to one or two?

Wenqiao held his hand: "it's late. You shed a lot of blood yesterday. Go to bed early."

At the end of the night, everything in the hospital was quiet. The lights in the corridor were half off, and the light was a little dim. Gu Xiao hung up the last shot of water. He looked at the night outside the window and sat beside the bed, wondering what he was thinking.

He got up, went to the window, every step, the knife edge of the knife will be involved in pain.

He reached for the window sill, his eyes dim and his mind confused. Would wenjo lie to him?

Yes, she came to visit other boys. She should not tell her boyfriend the truth.

With what he knew about wenjo, she might have concealed it from the young master in order not to spend much time explaining it.

Finally, a smile appeared on his pale face.

The next morning, with the light of the morning light, the nanny and aunt knocked on Wenqiao's door after breakfast, and then left. Wenqiao knocked on the door of funanli again.

Both her bedroom and his bedroom were upstairs. She reached for the door handle and gently unscrewed it. It was dark in the room. She saw the strong back muscles of the man. Her feet stopped and she just wanted to turn around

"Come here." The man's voice is low and hoarse, with the lazy sex appeal of getting up in the morning, and sude's ears are hot.

Wenjo could only walk over: "what?"

"I hurt my hand. Help me get dressed."

His hand was still covered with gauze, and he was seriously injured.

"What are you going to wear?"

"Just grab a white shirt in the closet."

Wenjo was picking and picking. He felt that his white shirts looked the same. He took out a white shirt and knelt on one leg and half on the bed to help him dress.

She said that when she raised her hand, Fu Nanli's big hand was loose on her waist, and she felt at ease to enjoy her service.

Wenjo carefully buttoned him one by one. His fingers always seemed to rub his strong abdominal muscles. Fu Nanli lowered his eyes and rolled his throat heavily.

Wenjo knew this man now. After all, he had been bitten by a man for so many times. If he didn't make progress, it would be a waste of life. He felt that he was breathing a little harder, so he accelerated the movement of his hands. Finally, he buttoned up, and Fu Nanli got up and took her hand to the bathroom.

"Hello Do Why? "