Wenqiao also felt the question mark in his head. Miss Qiu's tone of familiarity seemed to be that she was the outsider.
Fu Nanli said indifferently, "I don't want Miss Qiu to worry about my family."
Qiu Ya was not annoyed, and said with a smile, "are you here to go shopping? It's half past ten. Will you have dinner on the sixth floor in a moment
There are several Michelin restaurants on the sixth floor of the mall.
Fu Nanli: "no, go home and cook for Joel. Joel can't get used to the food outside."
The cabinet sisters almost didn't go crazy and sent messages in small groups
[the eldest young master can cook]
[super favorite girlfriend, said to cook for his girlfriend]
[my God, handsome, rich and considerate, how could there be such a perfect woman? ]
the smile on Qiu Ya's face was still stiff after all. The girl standing beside him like a disaster, he said he would cook for her.
Ordinary words, but enough to let how many girls for it.
"Then I won't disturb you. You can stroll slowly. I'll go to the second floor and have a look."
Fu Nanli had no expression, but Wenqiao watched Qiu Ya leave with a smile.
In addition to the staff, there were only two of them left in the shop. Wenqiao went to the shelf, picked up a bag casually and glanced at the people around him. "Did you go home that day for a blind date? They didn't tell me
"The girl friend of the young master is like a fairy, and the fairy complained that the young master had dinner with Miss Qiu]
[the little girl is proud of being spoiled]
[it's not used to be]
Fu Nanli rubbed her head:" is this a blind date? I really didn't know she was there before I went back
Wenjo quipped, "I think so." With that, he looked at the manager of the luxury brand shop and said, "sister, do you think it's ok?"
The manager almost didn't mention it at one breath. Sister, you are really embarrassed. Should I decide or not?
"Emmm, this matter, I think That... "
Fu Nanli glanced at her: "don't you have to greet other guests?"
The manager quickly turned and ran to the door, feeling a life.
"On New Year's Eve, we'll go back to Fu's house for new year's Eve dinner, eh?"
Wenqiao's countenance accosted: "forget it, I won't go. Your grandfather doesn't like me. I don't want to block the old people."
"I'll take you. I'll have to ask him not to arrange such blind date dinners in the future."
Wenqiao deliberately laughed at him: "I think Miss Qiu is very good, knowledgeable and reasonable, natural and generous, oh, by the way, what does she do?"
"It's like playing the violin."
Wenqiao raised eyebrows: "like your father, you should have a common language."
The man stretched out his hand on the shelf, his broad chest blocked the sight behind him, and he pinched her tender face, "wenjo, are you serious?"
Wenqiao put his hands in his pockets and was not very interested: "your grandfather should spare no effort to bring you together."
She is really a little unhappy, but also a little lonely.
Not because of inferiority, but because of their own physical reasons.
Now it is seven days. If it is six months later, it will be shortened to three days.
A year later, it was shortened to one day.
After that? Is there any room for shortening?
Will it just die?
Will his grandfather know about it, too? Gu Xiao and he xihuai know that he xihuai is hostile to them. Sooner or later, they will tell grandfather Fu that Fu Nanli can't cover this matter.
At that time, grandfather Fu is afraid that he will be even more opposed to their being together.
Fu Nanli stroked her face: "he is him, I am I, I never listen to him."