Chapter 107: Add fuel to the fire

Chapter 107 adds fuel to the fire
The car was parked by the side of the playground. The bodyguard saw him coming and opened the door for him. Even though he was feeling frustrated, he stopped by the car, reached out to block the roof, and protected her into the car.
Zhuang Yan, who did not intend to watch the welcome party, saw a small video of frantic screen-swiping in the group, and all of them were Wen Qiao.
She wore a long red Hanfu dress and a veil inlaid with gold threads on her face. The beauty was so breathtaking.
He hurried over, only to see Fu Nanli taking her into the car.
The car slowly left in front of him. From the half-open window, Wen Qiao even glanced indifferently. She raised her chin slightly without any waves in her eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger.
When the car moved away, Zhuang Yan threw his phone in anger.
It was Wen Qiao chasing his shadow before;
Now that Feng Shui turns around, when he looks back at her, she has long been no longer waiting for him.
The lights in the car flickered, and Fu Nanli was still wearing the captain's uniform, with his captain's cap on the side.
Wen Qiao closed the hem of his skirt and turned his head to look at him. The man seemed to be vicious all over his body, with an expression of'don't come near you.'
"Are you tired?" Wen Qiao leaned over.
Fu Nanli clasped her hand: "Do you think I am tired?"
Wen Qiao: "Like."
Fu Nanli:...
There was a long silence. The driver, Hu, was anxious for his young master. He was jealous and didn't ashamed. If you didn't say it, the little girl didn't understand what you were thinking.
Oops, anxious.
Wen Qiao wanted to make him happy, and she also showed him the video of her performance on the same stage with Shang Fan on his mobile phone: "They all said that our cooperation with Shang Fan was unexpectedly beautiful, and even got a hot search on Weibo."
Old Hu:...
Xiao Wen, aren't you adding fuel to the fire?
Fu Nanli looked down. In the short ten-second video, Shang Fan looked back at Wen Qiao five or six times.
"Does it look good?"
Add another fire.
Fu Nanli squeezed Wen Qiao's wrist, Wen Qiao could feel the man's force.
"Wen Qiao, you deliberately?"
"What...what?"
"The video that you and Shang Fan looked at each other affectionately showed your boyfriend, deliberately angering me?"
Wen Qiao: "...deeply...looking at each other affectionately? Where do you see that we looked at each other affectionately?"
His imagination is too rich.
"Besides, you are my boyfriend, why should I provoke you?"
The car had already parked downstairs in the apartment he was renting outside, and the driver, Mr. Hu, dropped the sentence, ‘Master, I’m leaving first’, and hurried away.
The street lights were dim and light and dark. The man’s collar badge was slightly cold and lightly reflected on his chin, his facial features became more profound, and the man’s thin lips slowly opened
"What does it have to do with Shang Fan? Why did he hug you after the performance ended?"
Wen Qiao knew that all his unhappiness came from the interaction between her and Shang Fan. He carefully put away the phone and scratched his head, "Just hug me?"
Seeing him at that time, she couldn't wait to leave the stage, and didn't notice Shang Fan's actions behind her.
With a hard effort on his hand, she was dragged into his arms.
"Yes, I only hugged you." There were two gritted teeth.
The young master is not very happy.
"I really didn't pay attention, so I won't let others hold it after that, okay?"
The anger was already hovering above his head. Fu Nanli thought she could not say anything nice to coax people, but she didn't expect that she was quick to subdue, the end of her eyes was slightly drooping, her soft hand resting on his shoulder, her voice soft and soft .
(End of this chapter)