Hand cut

Finally, su CE let go of her. Wen Qiao asked nervously, " "How is it?"

Su CE smiled. everything's normal. You'll be able to see Fu Nanli in five or six days.

Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. Indeed, she had worried too much.

For the next few days, everything was normal. Other than being on the plane, Fu Nanli would video call her almost every day.

The one-month deadline was up, and Wen Qiao's body was already fine. Furthermore, it had also been proven that she no longer needed to stay by Fu Nanli's side to extend her life.

She was a free woman!

Wen Qiao was extremely excited. When she came out of the alley, she saw a black Rolls-Royce parked outside.

"Qiao 'er, Qianqian."

The car window was half-opened and the man got down from the back seat. He opened the door for her and Wen Qiao got in.

The man's scent that she had not seen for a month lingered in her nose, making her feel at ease.

She was held in Fu Nanli's arms. When the man spoke, his chest would tremble slightly, giving her an inexplicable sense of security.

"How's your body?"

"Everything's fine," Wen Qiao replied with a raised brow.

"That's good."

He brought her to his apartment. After not having a female owner visit for a month, this large house exuded an icy cold aura. It was merely a hotel where Fu Nanli usually rested.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook for you."

Young master Fu was going to personally wash his hands and make soup again. Wen Qiao was a little clingy, so she hugged his waist from behind."I like to eat whatever you make."

Fu Nanli raised his brows. If Qiao 'er could continue to be so clingy after the surgery, this would be a pretty good after-effect of the surgery.

Fu Nanli took out some ingredients from the refrigerator and made two dishes and a soup. He had already used up all the recipes in his mind.

The two of them sat opposite each other and enjoyed a warm dinner.

"Did you miss me this past month?"

"What do you think?" Wen Qiao tilted her head and smiled.

Fu Nanli grabbed her ankle and placed it on his leg. I'm the one who called you first. You never called me.

He said, sounding a little aggrieved.

"I'll take the initiative to call you in the future," Wen Qiao replied with a sweet smile.

But as she spoke, she subconsciously recalled that she wasn't like this in the past. In the past, she would often take the initiative to video call Fu Nanli, and in fact, she was the one who took the initiative back then.

Her mind was in a mess, and she could not sort out her thoughts.

After helping Fu Nanli clean the dishes, she picked up the dishware and was about to place it into the cabinet when she accidentally dropped one of the bowls.

Wen Qiao immediately bent down to pick it up.

His finger was cut by a sharp piece of debris.

Bright red blood immediately flowed out, dripping onto the porcelain shards. Wen Qiao's mind buzzed for a moment, and her body felt a little hot. An unfamiliar and restless emotion was ignited at this moment.

She was just about to pick up the shards when Fu Nanli grabbed her hand. "How could you be so careless?"

After he finished speaking, he pulled her up, turned on the tap, and washed her wound with cold water.

Wen Qiao turned back to look at the glass shards on the ground. They were stained with a dazzling red, demonic and attractive, making one inexplicably want to shatter everything.

Qiao 'er! Qiao' er! Qiao 'er! Fu Nanli frowned as he looked at the person in his arms. He called out to her for the third time before she snapped back to her senses.

"What?"

"Come here, I'll apply some medicine for you."

Fu Nanli pulled her into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and it was raining outside. The wind blew into her face, bringing with it a moist air. It was only then that she regained a little consciousness, and a sharp pain came from her fingers.