Chapter 845 Routines and Counter-Routines

Wen Qiao had never seen Fu Nanli's methods. After all, Fu Nanli's dark side was not something she could see.

How could she not worry?

Fu Nanli grabbed her hand. Several fingers of her right hand were still wrapped with tape. Because she had to participate in the Lily Award competition some time ago, she practiced the piano very hard and her fingers were under heavy load.

Fu Nanli peeled off the tape on her index finger. Her left index finger was tender and smooth, but her right index finger, which had been used to play the strings, had a thin callus on it.

No one can succeed casually. Even though Wen Qiao had many side jobs, he never forgot his original intention and never relaxed his training for a moment.

He rubbed it gently: "Will it hurt?"

Wen Qiao looked indifferent: "When I first started learning, my fingers hurt, but later they got calluses, and I put tape on them. After a day of playing, they felt a little numb, but it didn't hurt much."

Fu Nanli held her hand, put it to his mouth, and kissed it gently: "I have already won the gold medal, can I feel a little more relaxed?"

"That won't work. One minute on stage, ten years of practice off stage. If I don't practice for one day, the audience will be keenly aware of it. This is my life's career. I can put aside other things, but not the pipa."

What can Fu Nanli do?

He could only compromise.

Even though he was a little envious, such a pipa lasted longer than the time he spent in Wen Qiao's arms.

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The next day, Wen Qiao finished her day of classes and was going to go to Yu Shu's pub with the club members to play and relax.

The drizzle carried the neon lights, and Wen Qiao and the others ran all the way to the pub. Yu Shu left a booth for them. It was bustling inside, and the resident singer on the small stage sang a tender English song.

Wen Qiao watched Yu Shu pour wine for others, with longing in his eyes.

Snap, Yu Shu brought a glass of juice over: "Drink this."

Wen Qiao felt bored.

Yu Shu rubbed her head: "Your boyfriend is very strict. I don't dare to make a mistake. If something goes wrong with drinking, I will be chased by Young Master Fu. I don't dare to challenge him."

Wen Qiao could only drink juice from the cup.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a suit walked over from the semi-open private room and waved to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao stood up and walked over.

The man smiled: "You are Wen Qiao, right?"

Wen Qiao said calmly: "Who are you?"

"I am Director Zhang of Zhonghuan Group."

"Hello."

"Can you go up and find a quiet private room to talk?"

Wen Qiao smiled: "Of course."

She exchanged a few words with Yu Shu and then followed Director Zhang upstairs. In the quiet private room, Director Zhang wore gold-rimmed glasses and had an approachable smile. He was someone who could easily let down his guard.

"Does Director Zhang have anything to do with me?" Wen Qiao put down the cup in his hand.

"It's like this. I don't know if Mr. Fu has ever mentioned it to you. In Zhonghuan, there are two factions."

Wen Qiao looked at him innocently: "No, how could he tell me about the company? Even if he did, I wouldn't understand."

Director Zhang smiled: "Don't you understand, Miss Wen? I heard in the company that you invested in Metsä Pharmaceuticals, and you also took Mr. Fu to invest in it, which made Mr. Fu make a lot of money. "

Wen Qiao smiled: "Is that what he said? In fact, he invested, and I just followed. How do I understand that?"

A flash of understanding flashed in Director Zhang's eyes. In fact, they had guessed the same thing in private. The eldest young master wanted to put some money on his girlfriend's face and wanted her to be recognized by the old man. He would not hesitate to give all his credit to his little girlfriend.