Chapter 357: Don't want to leave if you provoke me

Chapter 357 If I provoke me, don't even want to leave
Wen Qiao put the boiled beef brisket on the table and looked around. He didn't see Fu Nanli. He picked up the phone and looked at it. Seeing Dong Yao's message, his heart trembled. Why did she throw the phone around, in case Fu Nanli sees it. .
But this is vague. Even if Fu Nanli saw it, he wouldn't think too much, right?
Looking up, he saw him sitting on the terrace smoking a cigarette. The dusk was heavy. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Qiao could see the feeling of loneliness from his back. He felt as if he had been hit by something. He put the phone in his pocket and walked. To the French windows.
She knocked on the floor-to-ceiling window, and Fu Nanli turned her head when she heard the sound. Such deep and lonely eyes made Wen Qiao feel a little suffocated in the evening light.
She smiled at him, "It's dinner."
After a layer of glass, her voice was a little dull when it reached his ears, but her smile was bright and pure, like amber without a trace of impurities, which made people couldn't help but move.
There was still a long section of the cigarette in his hand, which he extinguished in the ashtray.
Pulling the door open and closing it again, Wen Qiao smiled and walked towards him. He didn't speak yet, but he pressed it against the French window.
His kiss was urgent and turbulent.
Finally, he asked her: "Joe, do you like me?"
To be so blunt, Fu Nanli asked out the question, rational and reserved, all collapsed in front of Wen Qiao, he just wanted to hear the simplest answer.
Wen Qiao was stunned. She didn't seem to need to think about such a question, she didn't need to analyze her own heart. She could have made her answer him instantly: "Of course I like you."
Of course I worry about you
Of course I like you too.
The words are all blurted out, they are the words in her subconscious.
Fu Nanli's arms held her tightly, and Wen Qiao even felt unable to breathe.
Fu Nanli stared at her, looked at her eyes, her amber eyes, in the dim light of the dusk, were breathtaking and beautiful eyes that were easy to indulge in.
The rough thumb gently stroked her red and swollen lips, which was caused by his repeated bites. Fu Nanli closed his eyes lightly, his eyes raging.
Wen Qiao, you provoked me first.
It provokes me and wants to leave me, there is no such reason in the world.
My world, when you come in, don't even think about leaving.
Unscrupulously, he will keep her by his side.
Wen Qiao put his hand loosely on his waist, and said cautiously: "What's the matter with you?"
The epaulettes on his uniform, in the setting sun, reflected a light trail, printed under Wen Qiao's eyes, stabbing her to squint her eyes slightly, like a lazy kitten.
The shadow was hidden in his eyes, his eyes slowly softened when he looked at her, and his voice was a bit tired: "I came back this time and encountered a few air currents. The flight was not smooth and I was a little tired."
Wen Qiao felt a little distressed: "You eat first, take a hot bath after eating, and take a good rest."
"Don't leave tonight, eh?"
Wen Qiao was bewitched by his eyes and nodded: "Well, don't go."
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When Fu Nanli came out of the shower, Wen Qiao stood at the door of the bathroom with a towel on her shoulders, with a smile in her eyes: "I'll wipe and blow your hair."
He was sitting on the carpet in front of the French window, Wen Qiao's gentle and meticulous technique that he couldn't believe it.
Except for Xiao Mo, when has she been so gentle and patient with other men?
"I saw some massage techniques on the Internet, I will try it for you later?"
"Ok."
The man lowered his eyes and responded.
(End of this chapter)