Chapter 111： Master, excuse me

Chapter 111, Master, excuse me

Fu Nanli has always been a person with a heavy sense of time. He never does meaningless things, but he can always be with Wen Qiao and say something that is not marginal and meaningless. He never feels that this is a waste of time.

Wen Qiao consciously felt that the atmosphere between the two became ambiguous again, struggling to get up: "Master Fu is so economical? Doesn't even turn on the light? I'll turn on the light."

Pressed down by the man, "Sit down."

The man bullied himself and got closer and closer.

The light and dark overlap in his deep facial features.

It seemed to be raining outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, pattering, providing a more ambiguous atmosphere for the two people in the dimly lit living room.

Wen Qiao had countless excuses in his mind, not knowing which excuse would make the young master less unhappy.

The phone in his hand shook suddenly.

Wen Qiao felt relieved and looked at the screen. It was a video call from Lu Youyou.

Lu Youyou, you are my father!

She looked at Fu Nanli'helplessly': "You are calling."

Lu Youyou didn't know that she had been on Master Fu's list for the second time.

Without waiting for Fu Nanli's approval, Wen Qiao immediately connected the video call, and Lu Youyou's voice came: "Qiao Qiao, are you home yet?"

Wen Qiao replied uncomfortably: "What's the matter?"

"Why is it so dark? None of the lights are on."

Wen Qiao was held in his arms by the man, so nervous that he dared not move, trying to keep the picture from him.

"I have something to say."

"How do I hear two breaths? Is there anyone next to you?"

Wen Qiao only felt his scalp numb. When was Lu Youyou so sensitive?

"Well, Xiao Mo is next to me."

The man's hand on her waist tightened slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

Wen Qiao bit his head and said, "Yoyou, what's the matter?"

"After you left, Shang Fan said that the composer of his horror sting was a student of Yang Yin, right?"

Wen Qiao's jaw, of course, she knew that Brother Hao probably didn't reveal his surname to Shang Fan, but only told him that the composer was at Yangyin.

"Then, a post appeared in our forum. Various analyses indicated that it is very likely that Mu Yue is Xu Lu."

Wen Qiao:...

"I reasonably suspect that Xu Lu made that post by herself."

Wen Qiao:...

Xu Lu's face is really thicker than she thought, but it does match her style. Xu Lu loves putting gold on her face too much.

Wen Qiao: "I set myself up again. This piece was not made by her. It will definitely overturn in the end."

Lu Youyou was struggling: "Right, she must not have done it. Why do you think she is so brazen?"

Wen Qiao shrugged: "Isn't she always like this."

At present, she does not want to expose Xu Lu, she does not want to be exposed to the flashlight of the media, which would be detrimental to the conditions of Xiao Mo and Xiao Chi.

When Fu Nanli saw Wen Qiao and the people on the other side of the phone, you said a word to me, it seemed that the more they talked, the more they got up, and even forgot his existence.

"When can it end?"

Suddenly, he spoke, asking such a sentence in a very low voice.

Wen Qiao froze.

Lu Youyou squinted at Wen Qiao: "It's not Xiao Mo, isn't Xiao Mo unwilling to speak? I seem to hear a man's voice."

Wen Qiao still wanted to break off, Fu Nanli took the phone and said in a deep voice: "It's me."

Wen Qiao's hand hung in the air, and finally gave up the struggle.

Ah, forget it.

Lu Youyou was panicked, her mobile phone fell to the ground, and then respectfully said: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm bothering you two time, I will hang up."

(End of this chapter)