Chapter 1077: Can Your Figure Be as Good as Mine?

Wen Qiao was pleased: "Well, you have done well in physical training. No one in school dares to bully you now, right?"

"No."

Wen Qiao seemed addicted to touching. She grabbed his arm and sighed while touching him: "I didn't expect that our Xiao Mo would have such a thing as muscles one day. The lines on your arms are comparable to those of your brother-in-law." …”

In the dark alley, a hand suddenly stretched out and pulled Wen Qiao over, falling into a hard chest. Wen Qiao almost shouted until a familiar smell flashed across his nose, which was that of Fu Nanli.

"How do Xiao Mo's lines compare to mine? You can touch mine more carefully, okay?"

Wen Mo just stood there stupidly, looking at his sister and brother-in-law. Fu Nanli glanced at him: "You go home first."

Wen Mo hadn't come back to his senses yet and looked at his sister. Wen Qiao thought to himself, this child, after realizing it in hindsight, is really sad. When will he be sensible?

"Xiao Mo, go home first."

Wen Mo then hurried back with the big watermelon in his arms.

There is no light in this corner, only the starlight is surging above the head, and the chirping of insects in the corner is heard in the summer night.

Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and touched his arm: "Feel it, whose arm is more powerful."

Wen Qiao: "What do you care about with a seventeen-year-old child?"

Sometimes this man who is nine years older than her is really childish.

"You touch it and see." The man was a little reluctant.

Wen Qiao had no choice but to touch his arm, but there was still a difference. There was an essential difference between a boy's body and a man's body. At least when Wen Qiao touched his arm, his heartbeat would speed up.

"Well, you're in better shape."

"What's so good about it?" He leaned against the wall and spoke like a scoundrel.

Wen Qiao moved his fingers inch by inch: "You have muscles in your arms, abdominal muscles here, chest muscles, wide shoulders, narrow waist..."

The man's breathing was obviously out of rhythm, and he grabbed her hand: "I asked you to touch your arm, where did you touch it?"

Wen Qiao looked innocent: "Forget it if you don't touch me."

Fu Nanli looked helpless: "Let's talk about it when we go home. Are you going to my place?"

Wen Qiao: "I just bought a big watermelon. The boss said it was very sweet. I..."

Fu Nanli pinched the soft flesh on her waist: "Are you so greedy?"

Wen Qiao: "Isn't that what cravings mean?"

After saying that, he was picked up by someone: "I asked Qin Bei to buy a watermelon on the way, isn't it just a watermelon?"

As soon as he arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, Su Ce called: "What time will you be back?"

Fu Nanli narrowed her eyes. This uncle was stricter than her mother.

Wen Qiao: "Xiao Mo didn't say anything? I'm here with Fu Nanli."

"Xiao Mo only said that you met Fu Nanli. I thought you would come back. I was going to teach you about Western medicine. Come back early tomorrow morning."

"okay."

Wen Qiao hung up the phone, and her uncle said that if she wanted to get the blood of seven people, it would be best to master more skills.

Yes, she is already overwhelmed with various skills, but my uncle still feels that it is not enough. He hopes that she will study Chinese medicine and be proficient in Western medicine. If her IQ is not that high, this kind of intensive study will collapse her long ago.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli sat on the sofa watching Zhou Tao's TV series.

Fu Nanli had no interest in this kind of fairy tale drama at all. Wen Qiao just wanted to contribute to the ratings of the TV series produced by his company, so he turned it on as background sound and occasionally chatted with Fu Nanli: "Zhou Tao is so beautiful."