Chapter 49: Isn't it sticky to me?

Chapter 49 is not very sticky to me?
Because of the presence of someone, he restrained his emotions, wrapped her waist with one hand, and touched her head with the other: "The company minibus is waiting for us in the parking lot, let's go."
He and He Qian were on the gangway at the front and back. He Qian looked back at them, and Wen Qiao leaned in Fu Nanli's arms obediently like an enchanting concubine, and glanced at her with a smile.
Disaster is the water.
He Qian felt like a thorn in her heart, her throat was sore, she held on to the handrail of the gangway and stopped looking back.
"Be careful."
In the eyes of the whole crew, Captain Fu, the indifferent machine, gently reminded his little girlfriend to pay attention to his feet.
Lord Captain, your high-cold man set collapsed!
"Yeah." Wen Qiao's voice was variously cute.
The charming and gentle girl's character is definitely going to be stable, and it must be deeply rooted.
Xu Shen whispered to Zhao Yuan in front: "Sister Yuan, I really didn't expect that the captain, who the six relatives did not recognize, is like this when talking about love."
Seeing He Qian's face as white as paper, Zhao Yuan glared at Xu Shen, "Let's talk less about the captain."
After getting on the shuttle bus, Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao to sit down. She wore a pleated skirt, showing straight long legs.
Fu Nanli's Adam's apple rolled heavily, stretched out his hand to unbutton, took off his uniform, and put it on her lap, looked up, and glanced at the empty shuttle bus.
Everyone immediately pretended to look at the scenery, watching the scenery, and chatting together.
Captain, we really didn't pay too much attention to you and your little girlfriend.
The shuttle bus was changed to a minibus, and Wen Qiao was wearing Fu Nanli's uniform, looking curiously at the scenery outside the window.
"What kind of river is that?"
"The Isar River at the northern foot of the Alps."
"What about that?"
"Munich Cathedral..."
There is imperceptible pampering and excellent patience in the light tone.
For others, Fu Nanli did not have such patience.
She seemed to be extremely sticky to him, with her chin resting on his shoulder, her voice lazy: "Look so good, the night scene is so beautiful."
He Qian squeezed the hem of the skirt tightly, and the two of them were right across from her.
The little girl is not very old, but she has a set of tricks.
He was extremely soft, like no bones, and stuck to Fu Nanli the whole time.
He Qian always disdains to scold people with unbearable words.
But this Wen Qiao is really a real little vixen.
At the door of the Pullman Hotel, gilt lights dangled the exterior walls of the hotel, revealing a sense of low-key luxury. The hotel doorman in security uniforms and white gloves came forward to open the door.
Everyone got out of the car and stood outside waiting for them.
Fu Nanli got off the car and reached out to help Wen Qiao, Wen Qiao jumped off.
"Your little cutie suddenly appeared." With a sense of sight, Fu Nanli's heart jumped and she stretched out her hand to wrap her waist, "Be careful."
The two flight attendants behind had crazy exchanges of eyes, and whispered: "What a favorite."
He Qian's grievances and grievances have burned to the top of her head, and she walked to the hotel on her own without waiting for them.
This is the hotel where they stay every time they fly, and there are fixed reserved rooms.
After getting out of the elevator, Fu Nanli walked on the soft carpet with Wen Qiao, walked to the end of the corridor, and stopped.
Wen Qiao then remembered and asked, "I... shall we live in one?"
Fu Nanli reached out and swiped the card, and put his slender fingers on the golden doorknob. If he couldn't open it, he glanced down at her, "We are lovers, is there any problem with living in one room?"
"A standard room or a big bed room?"
"King bed room."
The big bed room only has one bed, Wen Qiao panicked!
"Huh? No... not so good, I... we..."
"Don't you stick me tight along the way?"
(End of this chapter)