Chapter 1205

No words, but more than a thousand words.

After dinner, a servant cleaned up the table, and wenjo and Fu Nanli walked by the sea. No matter when they looked at him, they could see that his eyes were dim and his body was cold and cold. It was like returning to the Arctic winter in a second.

Fu Nanli seldom does this. Maybe something happened.

The island where they live is also the property of Fu family. Every hotel on the island is separate. The villa they live in has three French windows, and the top is glass. You can see the stars. The windows are not closed. The smell of the sea seems to fill the nose. On the huge bed, Wen qiaowo looks at the stars in Fu Nanli's arms.

No sleepiness.

"Who did you see today?" She couldn't help asking.

After a long silence, in the dark space, she heard Fu Nanli's light sigh: "maybe I read it wrong, it's not likely to be him."

Wenqiao jumped up: "so who is it? Isn't it an ex girlfriend or something? "

She deliberately joked to make him happy. She knew that he had only one girlfriend.

If in the past, Fu Nanli would surely punish her with his methods, so that she could know what the end of disorderly skin was.

But this time, he did not, he just hugged her, helpless and puzzled in the voice, she was very puzzled: "is a person who has left me for a long time, is not in this world, I should be wrong, should be wrong."

Although he didn't say it clearly, wenjo suddenly seemed to think, could it be his father?

As a cold hearted person like Fu Nanli, it is impossible for others to involve his emotions so easily. It can only be the people he is close to, that is, his parents, grandparents and her.

He said that he had been away from him for a long time. He was no longer in this world. There was only his father.

He saw his father?

So it should be a mistake.

"Then don't think so much about it. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we'll go fishing in the deep sea? Or diving? "

"Well, tomorrow, sleep."

At the end of the night, wenjo suddenly woke up. Maybe there was a piece of space around her. She didn't sleep well. The light was dim. She adjusted and looked around. She didn't see the figure of Fu Nanli in this bedroom. She got up and got out of bed. Walking barefoot on the wooden floor, she saw a figure sitting outside the window.

The single bamboo house was built on the sea. Outside the balcony was the sea. When the moonlight fell, the sea was shining with cold light, which was reflected on his side face. The outline was deeper and the loneliness was deeper.

He sat there, and she stood behind him looking at him without disturbing him, so quietly accompanied him.

Fu Nanli was like a statue. He sat for two hours. Wenjo yawned. He got up and looked back. He saw her sitting on the floor, bending down and pulling her hand: "why don't you sleep?"

"I can't sleep without you." It's rare that she is also charming.

Fu Nanli picked up the man and went to bed. His voice was low and murmured: "I seem to see my father."

He said it after all.

Wenjo's hand was gently on his chest and, um.

"It should be just someone who looks a little bit like him."

"Well."

"Otherwise, if he had not died, he would not have come back for so many years, would he?"

As if to persuade her, as if to persuade himself, he asked.