Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 608 You have a lot of questions, kid

Qin Bei also added a sentence, "The person who sent the photo said, Gu Xiao blocked the football for Miss Wen."

It has been frustrated until now.

"The hospital you came to with Gu Xiao." Fu Nanli's long legs overlapped, his slender fingers tapped on his knees, not wanting to look too cautious.

Wen Qiao was magnanimous: "Well, I came with him, how do you know I am here?"

Fu Nanli handed the photo he received on the phone to her, and Wen Qiao gave a soft tut, "This Su Ying!"

Who else but Su Ying?

Su Ying is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic, jump up and down, and spare no effort to destroy her life.

"He blocked the football for me and was captured by someone. It is my cousin Su Ying, you should have an impression."

Fu Nanli buckled the phone back, his mandibular muscles tightened slightly: "He is blocking the football for you?"

"Well, I will take him to the hospital for an examination. In case of injury, there may be a delay in the Busan match in December."

The car slowly walked through the trails that covered the sky with camphor, a straight street, and the shade of green seemed to have no end.

"He likes you." Fu Nanli's voice was clear and low, with an unnoticeable sourness.

Wen Qiao shook his head: "He doesn't like me."

She knew that Gu Xiao entered the club and wandered around her, probably just to find a way to get close to Fu Nanli, or to put a block on Fu Nanli.

And all of this, she didn't know how to tell him that having a brother with a bad heart would make him feel uncomfortable, and she didn't want Fu Nanli to feel uncomfortable.

Fu Nanli squeezed her face lightly with a distinct hand, and said in a deep voice, "You are too unaware of your face."

It's really too easy to like her.

Wen Qiao slowly leaned in, smiling eyes curled, fingers rubbing his big hands, if the scent of peppermint milk seemed to be unfilled, her voice rustled, whispering in his ear——

"But I, Wen Qiao, only like Fu Nanli."

The big hand suddenly tightened, like a falcon hunting in the mountains, firmly holding the prey in his hand.

"You have to like it for a lifetime," he said.

"Of course." She said.

The mist gradually dissipated, and Fu Nanli's cold eyes finally felt more warmth.

Wen Qiao hesitated, still asked: "What kind of person is your father...?"

The car turned a corner, and the leather seat was too slippery. Wen Qiao slowly slid to Fu Nanli's side. Fu Nanli reached out to catch her and squinted at her: "Why are you interested in my father again?"

"just chit chat."

After a long while, he said, "He is a musician and a violinist. In his time, his fame was far-reaching. Maybe it's too old. You probably haven't heard of it."

"call……"

"His name is Fu Xianyuan."

Wen Qiao: "I've heard that the teacher in the elective course mentioned it. It seems that he and the piano master Vincent are close friends."

"Well, so Vincent specially invited you to attend his recital before. I chatted with Vincent a few words, and it was my father who was talking about it."

Wen Qiao: "Then what? What about in life? What kind of person is he?"

Fu Nanli squeezed her chin: "Little devil, you have a lot of problems."

Wen Qiao looked at him with big eyes thirsty for knowledge, Fu Nanli played with her fingers, and slowly said: "He is a good husband, very good to my mother, and also a good father. My childhood was very happy. Later... …"

(End of this chapter)