Chapter 612: Migraine

Chapter 612 Migraine
The phone shook again. It was a photo from Gu Xiao's high school period. The photo was enlarged, and you can clearly see that Gu Xiao and him...look alike.
The matching word is [Gu Xiao... is your father's illegitimate child outside]
The sender is his bodyguard Qin Bei.
Yes, after Wen Qiao, he asked Qin Bei to investigate Gu Xiao. He always felt that it was not a good thing for Gu Xiao to surround Wen Qiao.
But did not expect...
Such a news, unexpectedly smashed, caused confusion in his mind and his breathing was stagnant. The noisy stereo surround sound in the movie theater seemed to be illusory, and his ears were buzzing. There is no way to think about those two lines.
Wen Qiao keenly noticed that the emotions of the people around him were wrong, turned his head to look at him, and whispered, "Your hands are numb."
Fu Nanli smiled reluctantly, "Watching a movie."
Wen Qiao's eyes were focused on the big screen, but Fu Nanli's mind was chaotic.
Father cheating?
His first reaction was unbelief.
My father is a gentle person, with a good temper, and a good relationship with his mother. At least in front of him, the two seem to be very affectionate.
He didn't believe that such a father would cheat.
But Gu Xiao's face that looked exactly like him was the most powerful evidence of his father's derailment. Otherwise, how could there be two people who looked so similar in the world?
The movie screening time is one and a half hours. When the movie is over, the lights in the hall come on. Wen Qiao stood up and stretched, turned around, and saw Fu Nanli sitting there with a pale face and a strange expression. She reached out her hand at him. His eyes shook, "It's over, let's go."
Only then did Fu Nanli stand up, and Wen Qiao took his arm and walked towards the safety exit following the crowd.
"Is it too boring inside, you are not used to it?"
Fu Nanli reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth, and said softly, "Well, it's a little dull."
Wen Qiao entered the elevator with him. The car stopped at B2. The elevator was a bit crowded. Seeing that he was still looking bad, Wen Qiao got stuck in his throat.
Until the car left the mall for a while, there was a seam left in the car, the autumn evening breeze poured into the car, neon slowly retreated outside the car window, Wen Qiao saw Fu Nanli's face pale and felt something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?"
The person next to him suddenly focused his eyes and smiled, "It's okay."
Wen Qiao frowned: "Is it okay?"
Fu Nanli shook her hand, "It's just a headache."
Wen Qiao thought, some people with migraine headaches have been bored in a confined place for a long time and are prone to get sick, so they apologize: "I shouldn't take you to the movies."
"It's okay."
When he arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, Wen Qiao made a glass of lemonade for him, then turned out the medicine box, "Do you have a bad headache? Do you want to take a painkiller?"
Seeing Fu Nanli standing in front of the French window with a water glass, she felt that his back had an unspeakable sense of loneliness and desolation.
She walked over with painkillers, "Do you want to take medicine?"
Fu Nanli did have a migraine headache, and the disease was not cured. His temples were twitching and painful, and the pain made the whole person a little depressed.
Wen Qiao peeled a capsule and put it in his palm. Fu Nanli took the medicine and continued to stand there.
Wen Qiao sat on the armrest of the sofa and shook his legs slightly. He was extremely depressed. In that case, could she still speak? Should it be slowed down?
(End of this chapter)