Migraines

His phone vibrated again. It was a photo of Gu Xiao in high school. When the photo was enlarged, it could be clearly seen that Gu Xiao looked very similar to his Yingying.

The caption was 'Gu Xiao is your father's illegitimate son'.

The sender was his bodyguard, Qin bei.

That's right, after Wen Qiao, he had asked Qin bei to investigate Gu Xiao. He had a feeling that it was not a good thing for Gu Xiao to be around Wen Qiao.

However, he didn't expect that Huahua

The news came all of a sudden, and his mind was in a mess. He held his breath, and the noisy 3D surround sound in the cinema seemed to have turned into an illusion. His ears buzzed, and he clenched and loosened his hands. He couldn't think of those two lines.

Wen Qiao sharply sensed that the mood of the person beside her wasn't right. She turned to look at him and whispered, " "Your hand must be numb."

Fu Nanli forced a smile. to watch a movie.

Wen Qiao's gaze was focused on the big screen, while Fu Nanli's mind was in a mess.

Father cheating?

His first reaction was disbelief.

His father was a gentle person with a good temper. He had a good relationship with his mother. At least in front of him, the two of them looked very loving.

He didn't believe that his father would cheat on him.

However, Gu Xiao's face, which looked exactly like his, was the best evidence of his father's affair. Otherwise, how could there be two people who looked so similar in this world?

The screening time of the movie was one and a half hours. After the movie ended, the lights in the living room were switched on. Wen Qiao stood up and stretched lazily. Turning her head, she saw Fu Nanli sitting there with a slightly pale face and a strange expression on his face. She reached out and waved it in front of his eyes. it's over, let's go.

It was only then that Fu Nanli stood up. Wen Qiao held onto his arm and followed the crowd towards the emergency exit.

"Is it too stuffy in here, and you're not used to it?"

The corners of Fu Nanli's lips tugged up forcefully, and he replied softly, " mm, it's a little stuffy.

Wen Qiao entered the elevator with him. The car stopped at B2, and the elevator was a little crowded. Seeing that he still didn't look too good, Wen Qiao's words got stuck in her throat.

A while after the car had left the mall, the car opened a gap and the autumn evening breeze gushed into the car, the neon lights slowly moving behind the car window. Wen Qiao saw that Fu Nanli's face was ashen and felt that something was amiss. what's wrong with you? "

The eyes of the person beside him suddenly focused. He smiled. I'm fine.

"Are you really alright?" Wen Qiao frowned.

Fu Nanli held her hand. I just have a slight headache.

Wen Qiao thought that some people with migraines would easily fall ill after being in a closed place for a long time, so she said apologetically, " "I shouldn't have brought you here to watch a movie."

"I'm fine."

When they arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, Wen Qiao made him a glass of lemon water and rummaged through the first aid kit. is your head hurting badly? Do you want to take a painkiller?"

She saw Fu Nanli standing before the French windows with a cup of water in his hand. For some reason, she felt that his back view exuded an indescribable sense of loneliness and desolation.

She walked over with the painkiller. do you want to take some? "

Fu Nanli had indeed suffered from a migraine attack. This illness couldn't be cured, and his temples were throbbing with pain. It was a heart-wrenching pain, so painful that he felt a little irritable.

Wen Qiao peeled a capsule and placed it in his palm. Fu Nanli took the medicine and continued to stand there.

Wen Qiao sat on the sofa's armrest, shaking her legs gently. He was in an extremely low mood. How could she still say those words? Should I take a break?