Chapter 845： Routine and Anti Routine

Chapter 845 Routines and Anti-routines

Wen Qiao hadn't seen Fu Nanli's methods very much. After all, Fu Nanli's black belly was not for her to see.

How can she not worry?

Fu Nanli grabbed her hand, with tape wrapped around the fingers of her right hand. Because she had to participate in the competition for the Lily Award some time ago, she practiced the piano very hard, with a heavy load on her fingers.

Fu Nanli peeled off the tape wrapped around her index finger. Her left index finger was delicate and smooth, but her right index finger, which had been used to fiddle with the strings, had thin calluses.

No one can succeed casually. Even if Wen Qiao has a lot of side jobs, he has never forgotten his original intention, and has never relaxed his training.

He rubbed it gently: "Will it hurt?"

Wen Qiao looked indifferent: "When I first started learning, my fingers had a headache, and then they grew calluses, and then they were wrapped with tape. It was a little numb when I bounced it out in one day, not so painful."

Fu Nanli held her hand to her mouth, and kissed gently: "I have won the gold medal, can it be a little easier?"

"That won't work. One minute on stage, ten years of work off stage, one day without practice, the audience will be keenly aware of it. This is my life's career, and everything else can be set aside. Pipa can't."

What can Fu Nanli do?

He can only compromise.

Just a little envious, such a pipa takes more time than he was held in his arms by Wen Qiao.

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The next day, Wen Qiao finished a day of class, and he was going to Yu Shu's pub with members of the club to play and relax.

With the drizzle wrapped in neon, Wen Qiao and the others ran all the way to the pub, Yu Shu left them a deck, and it was lively. The resident singer on the small stage was singing a tender English song.

Wen Qiao watched Yu Shu pouring wine to others, with desire written in his eyes.

Pata, Yu Shu brought a glass of juice over: "You drink this."

Wen Qiao felt bored.

Yu Shu rubbed her head: "Your boyfriend is very strict. I don't dare to make any trouble. If there is any problem with drinking, I will be chased by Young Master Fu. I dare not challenge."

Wen Qiao can only drink juice with a cup.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a suit walked over the semi-open private room and waved to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao got up and walked over.

The man smiled: "You are Wen Qiao, right?"

Wen Qiao calmly said: "Who are you?"

"I am Director Zhang of Zhonghuan Group."

"Hello there."

"Can you go up and find a quiet private room to talk?"

Wen Qiao smiled: "Of course it can."

She confessed a few words to Yu Shu, and then followed Director Zhang upstairs. In the quiet private room, Director Zhang wears gold glasses and has a friendly smile, which makes it easy for people to put down their guard.

"Does Director Zhang have anything to do with me?" Wen Qiao put down the cup in his hand.

"That's it, I don't know if Mr. Fu mentioned to you that in Zhonghuan, there are two factions."

Wen Qiao looked at him with a naive look: "No, how could he tell me about the company, and I can't understand it."

Director Zhang smiled and said, "Ms. Wen can't understand? I heard in the company that you invested in Fenlin Pharmaceutical, and you also took Mr. Fu to invest in shares, which made Mr. Fu a lot of money. "

Wen Qiao smiled: "That's what he said? In fact, it's all his investment. I just follow the investment. How can I understand that."

There was a glimpse of Director Zhang's eyes. In fact, they also guessed that in private. The eldest master wanted to put gold on the face of this little girlfriend, and wanted her to be recognized by the father, and he did not hesitate to give the little girlfriend all the credit.

(End of this chapter)