Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 492 He didn't want his brother's life

"After brushing my teeth, you can twist the towel for me. I want to wash my face."

Wen Qiao: "Oh...oh."

"Otherwise what do you think I am going to do?"

"Nothing, haha."

When he was brushing his teeth, Wen Qiao brushed his teeth on the side, Fu Nanli leaned back lazily on the sink, his eyes lingering on her face, hotter than the morning sun in June, Wen Qiao quickly vomited foam in his mouth and drooled. , Spit it out, then turn on the tap, wet the towel and squeeze it dry.

He brushed his teeth too, with toothpaste foam on the corners of his mouth. Wen Qiao first reached out to help him wipe off the toothpaste foam, and Fu Nanli's forearm line was tight on the sink.

Wen Qiao pads his toes: "You are shorter."

Fu Nanli leaned on the sink, and Wen Qiao carefully washed his face. The towels ranged from the eyebrows to the high bridge of the nose. The morning sun shone through the blinds, and the light and shade were dyed on his face with deep facial features and the color of his lips. Like a rose dyed with early morning dew, Wen Qiao's hand movements became softer.

After washing up, the two went downstairs together.

Every time, Shen Tian solved the problem quickly before his uncle and aunt had breakfast. He tried not to appear in front of his uncle, not to add congestion to his uncle, and not to act as a light bulb between the two big brothers.

In fact, it was mainly because he couldn't beat him. His uncle beat him like an ant. He was really scared.

When his uncle and aunt went downstairs, he quickly rolled back downstairs. .

After breakfast, Dean Li Fangli came to change the young master's dressing himself. After all, it was **** by steel bars. If this thing was a little careless, it might be fatal to contract tetanus.

Li Fangzai carefully disinfected him, changed the dressing gauze, and added another injection of potion: "Just hang another injection of water today and it will do."

"Got it."

Yesterday, because of his movement, the back of his right hand was bruised. Wen Qiao boiled the egg and pressed it for him to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

After he finished hanging up the water, Wen Qiao left his apartment. After all, he had to go to school, and the final exam was about to be completed. The task was very heavy.

Soon after Wen Qiao left, his bodyguard Song An came over.

Song An and Qin Bei are both in their thirties, and they have worked in the Fu family very early. They are definitely the kind of loyalty that can sacrifice their lives for Fu Nanli.

Besides Fu Chuan, Fu Nanli also trusted most.

"how about it?"

Song An whispered: "The arrangements were made in the morning, and the evidence pointed to... Master Fu Cheng."

Fu Nanli lowered his eyes: "Well, don't make anything wrong."

"It's Master."

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In the European-style villa near the lake, Fu Cheng's expression was not very good. He had been drinking in the morning. Two large blocks of ice were added to the whiskey in the sherry barrel. In the summer morning, it was iced to his heart.

His mother walked in, her face solemn: "The prince was injured at the construction site yesterday, do you know?"

"Got it."

"Did you do it?"

Fu Cheng clenched his fists slightly: "Do you think I am the same as that idiot Fu Jiang? I never do anything to hurt him."

He also came back from Wall Street, he would only use commercial warfare to fight for everything.

He Rui frowned: "But I heard that the evidence points to you."

Fu Cheng had a sudden meal in his hand holding the cup, vaguely feeling that this was a game set by his brother, and his smile was a bit bitter.

He never felt that Fu Nanli didn't know the business way, so he always hid in the dark, not as ambitious as Fu Jiang or even hesitating to kill him.

He never wanted his brother's life.

(End of this chapter)