Chapter 290: At twenty years old, Fu Nanli is still with her

Chapter 290 At twenty years old, Fu Nanli is still with her
Wen Qiao hiccuped, and then repeated a few more hiccups, whispering: "My mother doesn't like my collection of such expensive things. I'm afraid she thinks I am with you because of money."
Fu Nanli's eyes were secretive, whether it was because she was worried that her mother would mind, or because she didn't dare to use what he gave, he didn't delve into it.
"Does the money I give you spend?"
Wen Qiao nodded: "Yes."
It was all spent on him.
Fu Nanli took out a red envelope from her coat pocket, grabbed her hand, and placed it in her palm: "Happy New Year, next year... I hope everything goes well for my Qiaoer."
Wen Qiao was moved and anxious at the same time. She didn't prepare gifts for Fu Nanli.
"What should I give you?"
Fu Nanli bowed her head and kissed her lips, "As long as you are by my side, you will give me the best gift, Qiaoer."
A child passed by behind him and laughed: "Someone is kissing..."
"It's Sister Joe."
The children's gypsophila glowed behind them. The last day of the nineteen-year-old was spent when Fu Nanli was kissed so that the brains lost the ability to think.
This is how the New Year passed. Wen Qiao was the one who celebrated the Lunar New Year's birthday, so he entered the twenty-year-old mark.
At the age of twenty, she is still alive, Wen Chi has stopped the medication, and the condition is almost healed. Wen Mo is still taking the medication. Chen Yanfei said that he has overcome most of the psychological obstacles, and it will be a matter of time to speak;
At the age of 20, my mother and Uncle Ji have begun to negotiate a marriage date;
At the age of twenty, Yoyo came to see her in beautiful new clothes and presents on the first day of the new year;
At the age of 20, I heard that many people applied to the folk music department during the school’s spring recruitment. The folk music department did not collapse or shut down, but because of their performances on Thanksgiving, slowly, little by little. resurrection.
At the age of twenty, Fu Nanli was still by her side and treated her very well.
Wenqiao looked at the winter sun outside the window, feeling very satisfied.
Because Wen Chi did well in the final exam, Wen Qiao fulfilled his promise and bought him the computer with the highest configuration.
Wen Chi highly praised her: "As expected, it is my elder sister, who is my elder sister who speaks everything and has faith in her words."
"If you can enter a key high school, I will satisfy you with whatever you want."
"You said it."
"I said."
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School finally started.
At the opening ceremony, Xu Lu spoke as a student representative, after all, it became popular.
The last part is the awarding session. Wen Qiao is the first-class scholarship, Zhuang Yan is the second-class, and Song Yu is the third-class.
Song Yu was excited and excited. Wen Qiao was now completely her goddess. She took Wen Qiao's arm and went on stage together.
The three lined up, Zhuang Yan stood beside her, the lights poured down, this was the only thing he was fortunate to be able to enjoy the glory with her.
Fu Nanli sat at the back of the auditorium, looking at the people on the stage, her eyes secretive.
She stood on the stage with the boy named Zhuang Yan who she loved to receive the award, and there was a little girl whispering around him, "Wen Qiao and Zhuang Yan are good partners," I heard that Wen Qiao chased Zhuang Yan in high school. I think they can get back together'.
Fu Nanli's eyes were gloomy, his fingers closed, and the back of his hand slightly protruded.
Finally the school opening ceremony ended, Wen Qiao received a text message from Fu Nanli [The car stopped at the back door, come over].
Wen Qiao ran all the way to the back door.
After getting in the car, Fu Nanli squinted at her as soon as he looked up, "Barely did not fail?"
The little liar is really talking nonsense.
Wen Qiao was thinking about the wording just now on the stage. Who would have thought that he would come and watch the opening ceremony of the little one, and Master Fu was so idle that she hadn't expected it.
"I want to keep a low profile."
She gave her a house without the subject. If she was the first grade, she couldn't imagine what Fu Nanli would give her.
(End of this chapter)