Chapter 608 Kid, You Have a Lot of Problems

Qin Bei also added, 'The person who sent the photo said that Gu Xiao blocked the football for Miss Wen.'

I have been depressed until now.

"The hospital you came to with Gu Xiao." Fu Nanli crossed his legs and tapped his knees with his slender fingers, not wanting to appear too petty.

Wen Qiao was honest: "Well, I came with him. How did you know I was here?"

Fu Nanli handed her the photo she received on her phone. Wen Qiao clicked her tongue, "This is Su Ying!"

Who else could it be besides Su Ying?

Su Ying was really afraid that the world would be in chaos, so she jumped up and down and spared no effort to cause destruction in her life.

"He blocked the football for me and was captured by someone. It was my cousin Su Ying. You should have an impression."

Fu Nanli buckled down the phone and tightened his jaw muscles slightly: "He blocked the football for you?"

"Well, I will take him to the hospital for a checkup later. If he is injured anywhere, I'm afraid there will be a delay in the Busan game in December."

The car slowly traveled through the alleys covered by camphor trees, a very straight street with seemingly endless green shade.

"He likes you." Fu Nanli's voice was clear and low, with an imperceptible sour taste.

Wen Qiao shook his head: "He doesn't like me."

She knew that Gu Xiao entered the club and wandered around her just to find a way to get close to Fu Nanli, or in other words, to cause trouble for Fu Nanli.

And all this, she didn't know how to tell him that having a younger brother with evil intentions would make him feel uncomfortable, and she didn't want Fu Nanli to feel uncomfortable.

Fu Nanli's knuckled hands gently pinched her face and said in a deep voice, "You are so unaware of your face."

It's really easy to like her.

Wen Qiao slowly leaned over, with smiling eyes, and her fingers caressed his big hand. The smell of mint milk filled her nose, and her voice was rustling, and she whispered in his ear——

"But I, Wen Qiao, only like Fu Nanli."

The big hand suddenly tightened, like a falcon hunting in the mountains, firmly holding the prey in its hand.

"You have to like it forever," he said.

"Of course." she said.

The mist gradually dispersed, and Fu Nanli's cold eyes finally became warmer little by little.

Wen Qiao hesitated for a moment, then asked: "What kind of person is your father...?"

The car turned a corner and the leather seat was too slippery. Wen Qiao slowly slid to Fu Nanli's side. Fu Nanli reached out to catch her and squinted at her: "Why are you interested in my father again?"

"causal talk."

After a long while, he spoke: "He is a musician, a violin player. In his time, he was famous far and wide. Maybe it's so old that you probably haven't heard of him."

"Call……"

"His name is Fu Xianyuan."

Wen Qiao: "I have heard that the teacher in the elective course mentioned that he seems to be a close friend with the piano master Mr. Vincent."

"Well, so before Vincent invited you to attend his concert, Vincent and I chatted for a few words, and it was my father who we talked about."

Wen Qiao: "Then what? What about in life? What kind of person is he?"

Fu Nanli pinched her chin: "Kid, you have a lot of questions."

Wen Qiao looked at him with big eyes that were hungry for knowledge. Fu Nanli played with her fingers and said slowly: "He is a good husband, very good to my mother, and a good father. My childhood was very happy, and then... …”