Chapter 612 Migraine

The phone vibrated again. It was a photo. It was a photo of Gu Xiao in high school. The photo was enlarged and you could clearly see that Gu Xiao looked very similar to him.

The caption is [Gu Xiao...is your father's illegitimate son outside]

The sender is his bodyguard Qin Bei.

Yes, after Wen Qiao, he asked Qin Bei to investigate Gu Xiao. He always felt that it was not a good thing for Gu Xiao to be around Wen Qiao.

But I didn't expect...

Such a piece of news, which came unexpectedly, made his mind go into chaos and his breath froze. The noisy three-dimensional surround sound in the cinema seemed to have become an illusion. There was a buzzing in his ears. He loosened his hands, then loosened them again. There is no way to think about those two lines.

Wen Qiao keenly noticed that something was wrong with the mood of the person around him, turned to look at him, and whispered: "My hands are numb."

Fu Nanli forced a smile and said, "Watch a movie."

Wen Qiao's eyes were focused on the big screen, but Fu Nanli's mind was in chaos.

Father cheating?

His first reaction was disbelief.

My father is a gentle man with a good temper and a good relationship with my mother. At least when they are in front of him, the two of them seem to be very affectionate.

He never believed that a father like that would cheat on him.

But Gu Xiao's face that looked exactly like his was the most powerful evidence that his father had cheated on him. Otherwise, how could there be two people who looked so similar in the world?

The movie was shown for one and a half hours. When the movie ended, the lights in the hall turned on. Wen Qiao stood up and stretched. He turned around and saw Fu Nanli sitting there with a pale face and a strange expression. She stretched out her hand on him. His eyes were shaking, "It's over, let's go."

Only then did Fu Nanli stand up, and Wen Qiao took his arm and walked along the crowd towards the emergency exit.

"Is it too stuffy in here and you're not used to it?"

Fu Nanli reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth and responded softly, "Well, it's a bit boring."

Wen Qiao entered the elevator with him. The car stopped at B2. The elevator was a little crowded. Seeing that he still looked bad, Wen Qiao's words got stuck in his throat.

It wasn't until the car left the shopping mall for a while that there was a gap left. The autumn evening breeze poured into the car, and the neon lights slowly receded outside the car window. Wen Qiao saw Fu Nanli's face turned ashen and felt something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?"

The person next to him suddenly focused his eyes and smiled, "It's okay."

Wen Qiao frowned: "Is it really okay?"

Fu Nanli shook her hand and said, "I just have a headache."

Wen Qiao thought that some people with migraines are prone to getting sick if they stay in a closed place for a long time, so he apologized: "I shouldn't have taken you to watch a movie."

"fine."

When he arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, Wen Qiao made him a glass of lemonade and took out the medicine box. "Do you have a severe headache? Do you want to take a painkiller?"

She saw Fu Nanli standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding a glass of water. For some reason, she felt an indescribable sense of loneliness and desolation behind his back.

She walked over with painkillers, "Do you want to take medicine?"

Fu Nanli did suffer from a migraine, and there was no cure for the disease. His temples throbbed with pain, which was so heartbreaking that it made him feel a little depressed.

Wen Qiao peeled off a capsule and put it into his palm. Fu Nanli took the medicine and continued to stand there.

Wen Qiao sat on the armrest of the sofa and shook his legs slightly. He was extremely depressed. In that case, could she still say it? Should I take it slow?