Chapter 873: No blind spot onlookers

Chapter 873
Fu Nanli clasped her hand, picked up the clothes on the side, and said in a low and bewitching voice, "Does this mean I need to work harder?"
Wen Qiao's head buzzed.
"Don't read my words blindly."
Fu Nanli helped her put on her jacket. The round neck could not stop the marks on her neck. He didn't have any silk scarves here, not to mention that Wen Qiao had never used such a lady's single product when he was so old.
After breakfast, I boarded the car and was about to arrive at Yuannan Mansion. The car stopped in front of a silk boutique. Fu Nanli got off the car and bought a silk scarf, which was tied to Wen Qiao's neck.
Wen Qiao: "Why do you want to wear this?"
Fu Nanli: "You don't want to wear it, so the people at Yuannan Mansion will know what we did last night from top to bottom?"
Said to help her untie the silk scarf.
Wen Qiao pressed his hand and said, "Still wear it."
Arriving at Yuannan Mansion, Wen Qiao got off the car and saw several luxury cars parked in the courtyard, "Is anyone else coming?"
"There should be a lot of people here."
Wen Qiao covered the scarf around his neck, feeling that he shouldn't have followed.
As soon as I entered the mansion, I saw Fu Nanli's cousin, cousin, cousin, mother and aunt, and Shen Tian.
It's so neat that all the children are here.
After all, the old lady is unwell, and they dare not neglect.
Ye Minqiu brought a glass of warm water and said, "Mom, you can drink a little."
The old lady sat on the bed and drank her saliva.
The doctor from the Fu’s private hospital checked the old lady:
It’s still an old problem. Take the medicine as usual. Haicheng is very humid. Don’t stop the medicine recently.

Ye Minchun pressed her temples to the old lady: "Otherwise you will live in the north for a while? That piece is not wet."
The old lady glanced at her: "I don't know anyone there, and the old lady lives alone in a place where she is unfamiliar, so why?"
Ye Minchun knows that when the old lady is uncomfortable, her mouth will not be merciful, and she can only confess to it. "I just suggest that you don't want to go and we won't force you to go."
"You are purely a no-brainer suggestion." The old lady's tone was lazy, and she lingered on her little girl.
"Yes, yes, I have no brains."
The old lady raised her eyes to see Fu Nanli and waved: "Nanli come here."
Everyone saw the two people standing at the door of the room. Fu Nanli took them to the bed and asked with concern: "How are you?"
"It's ill, it's nothing."
Wen Qiao saw that the old lady turned pale, and she was very haggard. Rheumatism was really a troublesome problem.
"Little Joe is here too."
Wen Qiao obediently called to her grandmother, and the old lady's complexion suddenly looked better, and pointed at Ji Xianzheng and Chu Qingyou: "If you can bring someone to see me, I will feel better, and my health will follow. Up."
Ji Xianzheng: "Am I here with Shen Tian?"
Chu Qingyou: "I brought my mother here."
Old lady: "You two go out!"
The two of them stood there, making no mistake to the old lady.
Ye Minqiu gently beat the leg to the old lady: "I'll talk about them later."
"It's better if you can let them bring me grandchildren."
Ji Xianzheng and Chu Qingyou looked at each other, no matter how they came back, they had to mention this matter, the old lady was really endless.
Ye Minqiu thought, you can forgive me. My son can't control it, so how can I control someone else's son?
The old lady beckoned to Wen Qiao: "Xiao Qiao come and sit down."
Wen Qiao was about to pass.
The silk scarf around her neck was tied by Fu Nanli for her, and the knot was tied at the back. Of course, it was because Fu Nanli had never tied a silk scarf for anyone, and Wen Qiao didn't think it was unsightly.
Ye Minqiu pulled a hand in disgust, "How can this silk scarf be tied like this?"
It was a live button, and the silk scarf was slippery. With such a pull, the button came loose. Wen Qiao didn't have time to react. He sat on the edge of the old lady's bed with a piece of her neck empty, and the whole silk scarf fell into Ye Minqiu's hands.
The eyes of everyone fell on Wen Qiao's neck.
Fu Nanli originally wanted to block it, but found that it was useless. There was a kind of three hundred and sixty degrees, and every degree had a sense of powerlessness that could not be blocked.
Wen Qiao's neck was cold, and his heart immediately followed, this...
Wen Qiao: I was terrified at the time
Fu Nanli: What should I say? Waiting online, very anxious
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(End of this chapter)