Chapter 828

Wenmo: don't you think Isn't it a big deal? "

Wenchi put a hand over Wenmo's mouth: "you boy, when did I say that?"

Su Yun touched Wenqiao's head: "we Joe and Joe are really like a big star on the stage today. Everyone thinks you've performed very well."

"The judge, Mr. Bach, said that there will be a concert for the Royal anniversary in Amsterdam next month, and I may have to go there next week to play."

"Good, good. May I be with you?"

"No, I'll go myself."

Su Yun said with a smile: "OK, this is the end of it, let's go home."

Wenqiao got up and his wrist was caught. Fu Nanli's casual and suggestive eyes made Wenqiao understand.

She wants her to stay with him tonight.

"Mom, I have something else in Nanli. I'm..."

Can su Yun not understand this?

"OK, you can go to Nanli first. I'll celebrate you at home tomorrow night and come back tomorrow, OK?"

"Yes, I know."

In April, the weather was warm and warm. Wenqiao's cheongsam was covered with a long knitted sweater. He was led out of Turandot concert hall by Fu Nanli. In front of the group of male college students who secretly love Wenqiao, Fu Nanli put people in his arms and got on the car together.

Looking at the tens of millions of luxury cars, male college students can only secretly smash their fists at the wall.

Money is great.

When he got on the bus, Fu Nanli reached out and pulled out the hairpin in Wenqiao's hair. His hair suddenly fell down and spread over his shoulder.

He plucked her hair and revealed his ear: "does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much."

The man then deceives the body to kiss to come over, tonight this concert hall's resentment, pours on her lips.

There are more people outside.

The luxury car slowly left the concert hall, and the partition board rose. Fu Nanli was absorbed in kissing the people in his arms, and it took a long time to release it.

Wenjo: what are you doing

"Today I saw that your support group is very strong, with a large number of people."

Wenjo: you mean the boys who came backstage to deliver flowers? I don't know any of them. I don't even know them. "

Fu Nanli stroked her face: "you don't know, but they all like you very much."

Wenjo shrugged. It seemed that she could not control whether others liked her or not.

She leaned against his arms, put her head on his arm and looked at him with a smile: "so what does Mr. Fu hope your girlfriend will do?"

What did Fu Nanli hope she would do?

His family Qiao Er has done well enough. Vinegar is enough, and he is sulky.

"It doesn't need to be done."

Wenjo was surprised: "huh?"

The man's thick thumb pinched her face: "you don't need to do it. Just be yourself. Joel, who is shining on the stage, is very good."

Wenjo leans over and kisses the corner of his lip.

All the way down to the apartment.

the next day, Wen Qiao went to pierce his ears. In a shop outside the old street outside, there were occasional vehicles passing through. On rainy days, the rain was coming up, and the new green of the Indus reflected in the puddle. Wen Qiao saw the nail gun in the hand of the shopkeeper's sister and felt a little novelty.

The little sister said to Fu Nanli, "press her head and chin. Don't let her move when I'm drilling."

Wenqiao: "I'm not afraid of pain. I don't need it..."

Under the merciless and cruel cooperation of Fu Nanli and his little sister, Wenqiao's ears were hit twice.