Blocked a ball

Clicking into the news, there was a group photo of a high school graduate. In the last row, there was a boy standing. Even though he was a little far away, Wen Qiao could still recognize him with one look.

He really did look like Fu Nanli.

And the name corresponding to the photo was written at the bottom. The boy who looked like Fu Nanli was surprisingly called Gu Xiao.

She wasn't sure, so she sent another message to the teacher. [ the one on the far right in the last row, is that Gu Xiao? ]

[ it's Gu Xiao. ]

Wen Qiao held onto her phone and sat by the bed, her brows furrowed. So Gu Xiao used to look very much like Fu Nanli. Did he have plastic surgery before he returned to the country?

Didn't he join her club because he loved esports, but because of Fu Nanli?

Since he had changed his face, did it mean that he didn't like his original face?

So he was the fu family's illegitimate son?

So was he here to fight for the family fortune with Fu Nanli?

She then recalled Fu Nanli's words: " I didn't like it in the past, but after seeing how you interact with your younger brothers, I'll feel that it's not bad to have a younger brother or sister to dote on them.

Her heart ached. It was said that the fu family was deep and there were endless disputes between the rich and powerful. She didn't take it seriously in the past, but now she had a deep understanding.

The next day, it was autumn. Wen Qiao left the alley and uncle Ji drove her to school in the same Volvo that Fu Nanli had given her.

She walked along the trail of phoenix trees in France shrouded in mist until she reached the campus of reopened University.

After thinking about it for an entire night, he still had to ask what he needed to.

When they passed by the reopened University's football field, Yao Heng was playing football.

He was very depressed. He had been to the internet security Department three or four times, but every time, he would remember the scene of him and Wen Qiao being treated differently.

He was an intern at the bottom of the hierarchy in the internet security Department, while Wen Qiao was a distinguished consultant that even the Minister had to give a grand reception to.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. When he looked up, he saw Wen Qiao. The pent-up anger made him lose his mind, and he raised his foot to kick the football at Wen Qiao.

The ball flew towards Wen Qiao's head.

With a loud bang, a heavy impact was made. However, it wasn't aimed at Wen Qiao's head, but at Gu Xiao's back, who had suddenly leaped over.

Gu Xiao reached out and placed his hand on Wen Qiao's shoulder. He let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale.

Wen Qiao had long noticed the soccer ball attack and had originally wanted to Dodge it by shifting her body to the side, but she didn't notice that Gu Xiao had also happened to pass by the side of the field.

Su Ying, who was sitting by the side of the field, quickly took a picture of this scene and sneered. Wen Qiao, this d * mn girl, she's always hanging out with people wherever she goes. She had just hung out with young master Fu, and now she's taking a fancy to their new school hunk?

Shameless.

Gu Xiao realized that his hand was on Wen Qiao's shoulder and immediately retracted it.

"Are you alright?" Wen Qiao asked hurriedly.

"I'm fine," Gu Xiao replied coldly.

that kick was very heavy, " Wen Qiao pressed. do you want me to send you to the hospital for a checkup? "

Gu Xiao was a little impatient. I already said I'm fine.

With that, he turned around and walked away in a hurry.

The ball was still at his feet. Yao Heng, who was not far away, reached out to hold the goal post, his expression asking for a beating. I'm sorry, I missed. Fortunately, there was a hero who saved the beauty.

The grass was still dripping with dew and the fog had dispersed. Wen Qiao took a few steps back, then quickly ran up and kicked the football. The football came with great force, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then fiercely smashed into Yao Heng's face.

Yao Heng's entire body was thrown to the ground by the powerful force of the football.