Chapter 872: Little things

Chapter 872
Driver: "Er Yeyi, an adult male who often exercises, do I still need your help at this point?"
Lu Wenzhou's face was a little gloomy: "Go back."
"You sent the luggage back to Miss Zhou. She should be grateful to you, right?"
Lu Wenzhou picked up the phone and dialed a number to go out.
Wang Hui cautiously said: "Second Lord, what are you doing?"
"Change bodyguard."
Wang Hui: "Master, I was wrong, I was wrong, you should stop."
Lu Wenzhou put down the phone and glanced at him with a gloomy look: "If you dare to mention her in the future, you will get out."
"Yes Yes Yes."
It seems that Erye Jin'er and Zhou Tao get along unpleasantly.
He sincerely hopes that the two can shed their suspicion, otherwise such a irritable second master will torture him to death one day.
Zhou Tao cleaned up the trash can in the living room, and went downstairs overnight and threw the trash bag into the shared trash can, fearing that she would regret it.
Speaking of looking forward, it means looking forward and not letting oneself feel softer.
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Fu Nanli didn't sleep well all night, but Wen Qiao seemed to sit back and relax, lying in his arms, sleeping soundly.
When she got up early, even with Wen Qiao's hard-boiled body, she still felt soreness spread to her limbs, and she was so tired that she wanted to stay in bed.
Fu Nanli leaned against the bed, took the stethoscope, hung it on his ears, then lifted the quilt to listen to her heartbeat.
Wen Qiao was confused, "What are you doing?"
He stretched out his hand and was held by Fu Nanli: "Don't move."
Wen Qiao was motionless.
Fu Nanli listened for a while and made sure that her heart rate was fine, and then she hung the stethoscope around her neck.
"Did Doctor Fu hear anything?"
She returned the skin, Fu Nanli thought, didn't you eat the lesson last night?
"Sleep, don't skin."
Wen Qiao thought, where did she hide?
"What do you want to eat? I'll go to the kitchen to make it for you."
"Did Auntie not come?"
"Well, I took her off for a few days. I will cook for you these days."
Wen Qiao: "You might as well let aunt do it."
How about Master’s own cooking skills?
Fu Nanli stretched out her hand and squeezed her face: "I don't know anything good or bad."
The young master personally washed her hands and made soup for her to eat, but she even disliked it.
When I was going to the kitchen, my grandma called and answered the phone. It was the housekeeper of Yuannan Mansion: "Master Nanli..."
Fu Nanli stirred the egg mixture in the bowl: "Well, what's wrong?"
"The old lady is not feeling well today, she has been talking about you, can you come and see her mother?"
Fu Nanli: "Are you not feeling well? What's wrong?"
"I'm sick. It always rains these days. I have rheumatism. I didn't sleep well all night. My head hurts and my appetite is not good."
"Hmm, I'll pass in a while."
After nine o'clock, Wen Qiao was still asleep, and he never expected that people with such a good physical condition would suffer from exhaustion. One can imagine how tough Fu Nanli is.
Fu Nanli went upstairs, sat on the edge of the bed, bowed his head, and whispered, "Are you going to sleep?"
Wen Qiao sighed with sleepy eyes, "Lack of energy."
Fu Nanli rubbed her fingers: "Grandma is not feeling well, she talks about me, I want to go, or you sleep here, I'll be back at noon, eh?"
Wen Qiao struggled to sit up: "I'll go with you."
"Can you?"
Wen Qiao licked his hair: "Where is this, what's wrong?"
The daughter of steel is well-deserved.
(End of this chapter)