Ten minutes later, steak pasta and tomato mushroom soup were served on the table, Wen Qiao sat at the table, his lips were a little swollen, raised his foot, and gently kicked the man opposite: "Who allowed you to ......"

The ankle was immediately grabbed by a strong and powerful hand: "Since I am not familiar with it, whether I am unwell or not seems to have nothing to do with you, why do you come up to care about me?" ”

Wincho is poor in words.

Suddenly felt Wen Chi's mood, he couldn't say it, but he couldn't beat it.

It's so angry.

Seeing that she was deflated and didn't speak, Fu Nanli was in a happier mood, let go of her ankles, and said in a deep voice: "Let's have dinner." ”

Wen Chi was brutally dragged and bombed in the ninth middle school, and he couldn't beat him innocently and weakly in front of his sister;

Wen Qiao was bullying and dragging the heavenly society sister outside, and she was weak and innocent in front of Fu Nanli.

One thing descends one thing, and Wen Qiao is in pain.

"Aren't you busy?"

When Fu Nanli helped her cut the steak, Wen Qiao was bored and talked casually.

"Hmm."

"In the past, the flight schedule was tight, but now I have to fly again, and I have to deal with the affairs of Zhonghuan, and I have to go on a business trip at two ends in three days."

"Hmm."

"So where do you have the time to work out?"

The steak was cut into pieces, the plate was pushed to her hand, and the boiled broccoli didn't look very appetizing, but for the sake of health, Fu Nanli forced her to eat it.

"There's always time to squeeze in."

"Do you exercise every day?"

"Almost."

Winchoto looked at him: "What are you doing so diligently?" ”

"In order to hold your girlfriend with one hand and not gasp." His voice was already sexy, his slender fingers were holding knives and forks, and the lines of his forearms were so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them.

"You don't have to work so hard, you can put these unimportant things aside."

Fu Nanli glanced at her, Wen Qiao's neck was cold, and he felt that he had seen through the feeling of Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, and he was a little weak.

"It's good to take half an hour out every night to practice, and it doesn't take time."

Wen Qiao flipped over the steak on the plate and whispered an 'oh'.

After dinner, there was still the afterglow of the sunset in the living room, and Fu Nanli, who had washed the dishes, walked over to her, he was dressed at home, with a loose white shirt on the top and loose khaki linen trousers on the bottom, and the trousers were loosely hanging on the top of her feet.

As he walked over, he put down his rolled up sleeves, sat down next to Wen Qiao, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

It's good to die, and the TV is actually broadcasting the transfer of the famous painting sunflowers.

Wen Qiao coughed lightly: "I want to watch a variety show." ”

Fu Nanli skillfully took the person into his arms, the child's love game, he has been accompanied enough, this is the end, from today onwards, fall in love well, don't play any game where you chase me, I chase you.

"We'll see later."

The program describes in detail the thrilling journey of the sunflowers from the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam to the British Museum.

Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and did not mention her M club, naturally, they were all secretly pretending to be passers-by to protect the famous paintings from being stolen, which was not suitable for exposure, so that the work could not be carried out in the future.

Fu Nanli said in a deep voice: "My friends in the UK said that there are some rumors on their side. ”

Wincho: "What rumors?" ”

"It was said that there were several waves of thieves who wanted to steal this sunflower."

Wen Qiao vaguely felt sweat on his forehead, because he was accurate.

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