Chapter 439： Hold your girlfriend with one hand without breathing

Chapter 439 Holding his girlfriend with one hand without breathing

Ten minutes later, the steak pasta and tomato and mushroom soup were served on the table. Wen Qiao sat at the table with swollen lips. He raised his foot and gently kicked the opposite man: "Who will allow you..."

The ankle was immediately grasped by a powerful hand: "Since I am not familiar, whether my body is uncomfortable or not seems to have nothing to do with you, why come to care about me?"

Wen Qiao's words are poor.

Suddenly I realized Wen Chi's mood, but he couldn't say it, but couldn't beat it.

So angry.

Seeing her deflated and not speaking, Fu Nanli felt a little more happy, letting go of her ankles, and her voice was deep: "Let’s have dinner."

Wen Chi was in the ninth middle school tyrants, dragged and bombed the social brother, innocent and weak in front of his sister;

Wen Qiao was arrogant outside, dragged and bombed the society, weak and innocent in front of Fu Nanli.

One thing drops one thing, Wen Qiao is very painful.

"Aren't you busy?"

When Fu Nanli helped her cut the steak, Wen Qiao was bored and talked casually.

"Ok."

"In the past, the flight schedule was tight, but now we have to fly planes and deal with Zhonghuan's affairs, and we have to travel twice in three days."

"Ok."

"Then where do you have time to work out?"

The steak was cut into pieces, and the plate was pushed to her hand. The boiled broccoli did not look appetizing, but for the sake of health, Fu Nanli forced her to eat it.

"There is always time to squeeze."

"Do you exercise every day?"

"almost."

Wen Giotto looked at him: "What are you doing so hard?"

"In order to hold his girlfriend with one hand and not breathe." His voice is sexy, his slender fingers hold a knife and fork, and his forearms are so beautiful that people can't look away. When talking like this, Wen Qiao couldn't stop his ears. heat.

"Don't have to work so hard, work so busy, these unimportant things can be put aside."

Fu Nanli glanced at her, Wen Qiao's neck was cold, and he felt a little guilty when he saw through her inner little ninety-nine feeling.

"It would be nice to set aside half an hour every night to practice. It doesn't take time."

Wen Qiao turned over the steak on the plate, and whispered ‘oh’.

After dinner, there was still the afterglow of the setting sun in the living room. Fu Nanli, who had washed the dishes, walked towards her. He was dressed at home, with a loose white shirt on the upper body and loose khaki linen trousers on the lower body, with the trousers hanging loose on his feet.

As he walked over, he put down his rolled up sleeves, sat next to Wen Qiao, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

It's so dying, the transfer of the famous sunflower sunflower is being broadcast on TV.

Wen Qiao gave a light cough: "I want to watch variety shows."

Fu Nanli took people into his arms familiarly. He has been enough to accompany the children's love games. This is the end. From today on, fall in love well. If you don't play anything you chase me, I chase you.

"Look again later."

The program described in detail the thrills that Sunflower encountered during the transfer from the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam to the British Museum.

Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and did not mention her m agency. Naturally, they all pretended to be passers-by to protect the famous paintings from being stolen and were not suitable for exposure, so that future work would not be possible.

Fu Nanli said solemnly: "My friends in the UK said that they have some rumors."

Wen Qiao: "What rumors?"

"It is said that there were waves of thieves who wanted to steal this sunflower."

Wen Qiao vaguely felt sweat on his forehead because he was very accurate.

(End of this chapter)