Chapter 828 Ear Piercing

Wen Mo: "Don't you think it's nothing...?"

Wen Chi covered Wen Mo's mouth: "You kid, when did I say this?"

Su Yun touched Wen Qiao's head: "Our Qiao Qiao really looked like a big star on the stage today. Everyone thought you performed very well."

Wen Qiao smiled: "Mr. Bach, the judge just now, said that there will be a Royal Anniversary Celebration concert in Amsterdam next month, and I may have to go there to perform next week."

"Okay, okay, do you want me to accompany you?"

"No, I'll go by myself."

Su Yun smiled and said: "Okay, it's over here, let's go home."

Wen Qiao stood up, but someone grabbed her wrist. Fu Nanli looked at her casually and suggestively, but Wen Qiao actually understood.

She hoped she would stay with him tonight.

"Mom, I still have some things at Nan Li's place. I..."

After saying this, can Su Yun still not understand?

"Okay, you go to Nan Li's side first. I'll celebrate your success at home tomorrow night. You have to come back tomorrow, you know?"

"I know."

In April, the weather was warm. Wen Qiao wore a long knitted sweater outside her cheongsam. Fu Nanli led him out of the Turandot Concert Hall. In front of the group of male college students who had a crush on Wen Qiao, Fu Nanli They hugged each other and got into the car together.

The male college students looked at the tens of millions of luxury cars and could only secretly smash their fists against the wall.

Being rich is awesome.

After getting in the car, Fu Nanli reached out and pulled out the hairpin from Wen Qiao's hair, causing his hair to fall down and spread over his shoulders.

He brushed her hair and exposed her ears: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much anymore."

The man leaned over and kissed her, and the resentment of the concert hall tonight poured out on her lips.

There were even more people smashing the wall outside.

The luxury car slowly left the concert hall, and the partition rose. Fu Nanli concentrated on kissing the person in his arms, and then let go after a long while.

Wen Qiao: "What are you doing?"

"I saw today that your support team is very strong and has a large number of people."

Wen Qiao: "Are you talking about the boys who came backstage to deliver flowers just now? I don't know any of them, they don't even look familiar to them."

Fu Nanli caressed her face: "You don't know me, but they all like you."

Wen Qiao shrugged. It seemed that she could not control whether others liked her or not.

She leaned in his arms, resting her head on his arm, and looked at him with a smile: "So what does Mr. Fu want your girlfriend to do?"

Fu Nanli lowered his eyes, what did he want her to do?

His Qiaoer has done a good enough job, just be jealous and just sulk on your own.

"No need to do anything."

Wen Qiao was a little surprised: "Huh?"

The man's rough thumb pinched her face: "You don't need to do anything, just be yourself. Qiaoer shines on the stage, that's fine."

Wen Qiao leaned over and kissed him on the corner of his lips.

They lingered all the way downstairs to the apartment.

The next day Wen Qiao went to get his ears pierced. At a store outside a nearby old street, there were occasional vehicles passing by outside. On a rainy day, the rainwater brought up the ground. The new green of the sycamore trees was reflected in the puddles. Wen Qiao saw the hands of the shop owner. The earring gun I held in my hand felt a bit novel.

The young lady said to Fu Nanli: "Press her head and chin, and don't let her move while I make the hole."

Wen Qiao: "I'm not afraid of pain, so there's no need..."

With the ruthless cooperation of Fu Nanli and the young lady, Wen Qiao was slapped twice on both ears.