Chapter 111 Young Master, Excuse Me

Fu Nanli has always been a person with a strong sense of time. He never does meaningless things, but he can always get bored with Wen Qiao and say some irrelevant and meaningless things. He never thinks it is a waste of time.

Wen Qiao felt that the atmosphere between the two of them had become ambiguous again, and struggled to get up: "Is Young Master Fu so economical? You don't even turn on any lights, so I'll turn on the lights."

Pressed down by the man, "Sit."

The man bullied himself over, getting closer and closer.

Light and dark overlap in his deep features.

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

Wen Qiao had countless excuses in his mind, and he didn't know which one would make the young master less unhappy.

The phone in his hand suddenly vibrated.

Wen Qiao relaxed 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': "Youyou called."

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

Before Fu Nanli agreed, 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 wrong?"

"Why is it so dark? No lights are turned on."

Wen Qiao was held in the arms of the man, so nervous that he didn't dare to move, trying not to bring the picture to him.

"There is something to talk about."

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

Wen Qiao only felt her scalp go numb, when did Lu Youyou become so sensitive?

"Well, Xiao Mo is next to me."

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

Wen Qiao bit the bullet and said, "Yuyou, what's the matter?"

"After you left, Shang Fan said that the composer of his song Jingzhe was a student of our Yangyin, you know?"

Wen Qiao nodded, of course she knew that Brother Hao probably didn't tell Shang Fan what his name was, but only told him that the composer was in Yangyin.

"Then, there was a post on our forum. Various analyzes said that it is very likely that Mu Yue is Xu Lu."

Wen Qiao: ...

"I reasonably suspect that Xu Lu posted that post herself."

Wen Qiao: ...

Xu Lu's face is really thicker than she imagined, but it really fits her style. Xu Lu likes to put money on her face too much.

Wen Qiao: "Fuck me again. She didn't compose this song. It will definitely overturn in the end."

Lu Youyou got excited: "Right, she definitely didn't do it. Why do you think she is so brazen?"

Wen Qiao shrugged: "She has always been like this."

At present, she doesn't want to expose Xu Lu, she doesn't want to be exposed under the flashlight of the media, which will be detrimental to Xiao Mo and Xiao Chi's condition.

Fu Nanli saw that Wen Qiao and the person on the other end of the phone were talking to each other, and it seemed that the conversation became more and more lively, and even forgot his existence.

"When will it end?"

Suddenly, he spoke and asked 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 talk nonsense, but Fu Nanli took the phone and said in a deep voice, "It's me."

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

Ah, forget it.

Lu Youyou panicked, dropped her mobile phone on the ground, and said respectfully: "Master, I'm sorry for disturbing your two-person time, so I'll hang up now."