Chapter 142: I will settle things

Chapter 142
Therefore, Fu Nanli, who sent them to the alley, had an excuse to "enter into the hall".
The house and the yard are small, but the living atmosphere is very heavy, very warm, clean and tidy, there is a small flower bed under the yard wall, there is a banyan tree in the yard, a persimmon tree and a ginkgo tree by the wall.
It was already evening after such a toss.
Before eating at Xiaotangshan, I only ate half of it. Wen Qiao was hungry: "Should I cook dumplings for you?"
Wen Chi rolled up his sleeves: "Let me come."
"I'm here, you and Xiao Mo will do your homework."
Wen Qiao went into the kitchen, and Fu Nanli followed him. Wen Qiao took out a big dumpling from the freezer of the refrigerator: "It's easy. You don't need your help. Go and sit outside."
He leaned against the old elm door.
He never cooks, washes his hands and makes soup, so he doesn't know where to help her.
"Boil an egg."
"Huh? Do you want to eat eggs?"
"Cook it."
Wen Qiao cooked a hard-boiled egg.
After adding cold water three times to the big pot, the big pot of dumplings was ready, and the gushing heat, her whole body was in the heat, her beauty was more smoky, and the chord on his heart was more throbbing than dusk.
"Do you eat spicy food?"
Fu Nanli stretched her brows: "Don't eat."
Wen Qiao adjusted three kinds of sauces, sesame oil dish, vinegar dish, and chili dish, and carried them into the yard.
Fu Nanli did not rush to eat dumplings, but picked up the egg, took Wen Qiao's hand, and pressed the egg on the bruise on her forehead.
Wen Qiao's heart choked, it turned out that he boiled eggs for this.
"Does it still hurt?"
Wen Qiao shook his head: "It's okay, it's not broken, it will be fine in two days."
Wen Chi: "How did you do it?"
"I accidentally hit it."
"Isn't it because I thought I was in a mess?"
"Dumplings can't stop your mouth, can you?"
Wen Chi was distressed and speechless: "Aren't you a very calm person? Even if something happens to me, don't do that."
"Shut up, nothing will happen."
Fu Nanli gently rolled the egg over her bruise with his fingers, reflecting the setting sun. Her pupils were amber and glass-like, and the fine blue veins under her eyes were clearly distinguishable, and her skin was white glaze, pinched by her fingers. Holding her chin, the touch is addictive.
"With me, nothing will happen, and I will settle it for you."
This sentence is light, but the weight is extremely heavy.
Wen Qiao looked at him gratefully: "Thank you."
After dinner, the dusk was everywhere, and Wen Chi was diligent and took over the business of washing dishes.
"Look at your bedroom."
Wen Qiao led Fu Nanli to her bedroom, a very small room, dressed in a warm style, with smoky-pink sheets, plush toys lying on the bedside, the desk was full of books, and the white curtains fluttered with the wind. The setting sun fell on the floor, and the room was peaceful.
He was too tall to turn around when he entered the house.
Wen Qiao took the music score on the table and wanted to introduce it to him. When he turned around, he was embraced by the man. The man leaned on the brown-lacquered closet and naturally wrapped her waist.
The wind blew the curtains, and the dim light flickered on his handsome face, and Wen Qiao’s heartbeat missed a beat--
"This is the top ten pipa...well..."
The man sealed her lips.
Like the fascinating male ghost she hid in the hut in the strange novel, it made people's heart beat.
Disasters are disasters.
Who said that men can't be a disaster.
(End of this chapter)