Chapter 869 The Person Involved Regrets It Very Much

After all, she couldn't beat Fu Nanli in bed.

Maybe it was really a psychological effect. After eating the mint candies and green tea, Wen Qiao felt even more ecstatic.

While she was standing outside the hotel blowing the wind for a while, the luxury car slowly drove up. Wen Qiao licked his dry lips, and the car stopped steadily in front of her.

Qin Bei got out of the car and opened the door for her.

She wore a champagne-colored long skirt and a beige knitted sweater, and the night breeze had a delicate and charming flavor.

Wen Qiao approached the car door with some hesitation. The man's big hand reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. With a gentle pull, Wen Qiao fell into his arms.

Wen Qiao felt suffocated and did not dare to breathe for fear that the smell of alcohol would reach the man's nose.

Fu Nanli sniffed lightly, and Wen Qiao was about to step back, but the man pulled him back hard: "Have you been drinking?"

Wen Qiao reached out and covered his nose: "Drink a little."

Fu Nanli held her hand down: "Do you think you can't smell it if you cover my nose? Wen Qiao, are you so deceiving yourself?"

Wen Qiao's hand was still on his face: "It's only half a cup."

The dim lights flickering on and off passed across the carriage. Fu Nanli saw her face was blushing and reached out to touch it. It was hot.

"You don't remember what I said, do you?"

Wen Qiao was like a little scoundrel: "You have said so many things, which one are you talking about?"

Fu Nanli reached out and pressed down the car window, leaving a crack. The evening breeze blew in, and the little rascal rested on his arm, smiling slightly, which touched his heartstrings.

"Don't drink outside, still drinking like this."

Wen Qiao was probably really a little drunk, but at least he didn't pour a glass like before. Now he was a little drunk, and he still raised his chin: "What's going on? Hmm? What's going on?"

Fu Nanli's eyes darkened, and he spoke with gritted teeth: "Wen Qiao!"

When Wen Qiao was drunk, he felt a little silly, charming and naive, and moved closer to the man: "Hey, brother, I'm here."

Qin Bei raised the partition in a very sensible way. There was a sound from behind, but the two people in front remained motionless.

Wen Qiao didn't expect that the price she paid for being drunk this time was really not small. As a result, someone couldn't control it, so he actually killed her that night.

Fu Nanli had not touched her before because he was worried.

Because of her physical condition, which was later found to be blood related, and because his blood could save her, he had been reluctant to touch her for fear of causing something.

So Fu Nanli also kept observing her body that night.

fine.

Nothing happened to her.

After taking a shower, Wen Qiao leaned on the bed. The person involved felt very regretful. What was she flirting with when she had nothing to do?

The other client was very calm and restrained and called Li Fang: "Come to my apartment."

The person opposite could not hide the sleepiness in his voice: "Now?"

"Now."

Wen Qiao wrapped the quilt tightly around him: "Why do you call Dean Li here now?"

Fu Nanli hung up the phone, walked to the bed, reached out and touched her forehead: "Let him check your body."

Wen Qiao: "Is that necessary?"

"have."

There was a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor in the room. When the eldest young master called, Dean Li arrived in half an hour. His hair was still messy and the buttons were buttoned incorrectly. He had obviously just crawled out of bed and rushed here in the chaos of the war.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Xiao Wen's health?"