The young master was slapped
Fu Nanli's hands drooped. the situation is complicated. I can't explain it to you clearly at the moment.
Wen Qiao's situation was too complicated, but if he were to say it out loud, it would seem like he was exonerating her.
It was better not to say.
"Nan Li, can you please wake up?" ye minqiu frowned.
Fu Nanli's gaze was tired. I'm sorry. I'll head back first. We'll talk about it later if there's anything else.
Ye minqiu grabbed his wrist."Go back? This is your home, where are you going?"
Fu Nanli's eyes darkened. mom, can you please not make things too difficult for me? " he asked.
Shaking off ye minqiu's hand, Fu Nanli left the study.
Ye minqiu slapped the table in frustration. Her eyes were filled with mixed emotions.
Fu Nanli went out the door. The snow had stopped outside and it was very cold. The car drove along the France Wutong trail. It was winter, and all the leaves had fallen, making it look a little bleak.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the villa.
Qin bei stopped him,"young master, your face ..."
Fu Nanli knew that his mother's two slaps had been very heavy, and there were still some marks on them.
He couldn't care about that anymore. He went upstairs. Wen Qiao wasn't as dazed as she was a few days ago. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her back looking pitiful and lonely.
She had always been calm and rational. Her boyfriend's father's death was directly caused by her. What kind of torment should she be suffering in her heart?
Wen Qiao clenched her fists tightly. The mist on the floor-to-ceiling window was dense, and the sky was dark. Her face was reflected on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
She suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn't stand being like this. She didn't know how to face Fu Nanli.
It was his father's funeral today, and she had watched him leave.
She watched him get into the car and wanted to go with him, but he didn't say anything. She knew that a sinner like her had no right to be at a funeral.
She heard the sound of footsteps and turned to see Fu Nanli. For a moment, her voice turned hoarse, not knowing what to say.
As she got closer, she saw that there were finger marks on Fu Nanli's cheeks, and there was even a slight scratch.
Ye minqiu was wearing a ring on her finger and accidentally scratched his face.
"What's wrong?" she raised her hand and touched his face.
I'm fine. Fu Nanli held her hand. I'm fine.
If he said he was fine, Wen Qiao would never believe him.
A person like him, even if he suffered, he would keep it in his heart and would never say it out loud.
It was easy to guess. After all, who would dare to hit young master Fu?
It could only be his mother and grandfather.
Under what circumstances did he get beaten up?
Wen Qiao's heart clenched. So, his mother and grandfather already knew the truth of the matter.
And he had shouldered all of this for her.
"Then you should go take a shower."
When Fu Nanli came out of the shower, there was no one in the house.
Qiao 'er called out to her a few times, but no one answered. There was a note on the bedside table.
[ I'll go home first. You've been tired recently, have a good rest. ]
Fu Nanli's heart trembled. He called her, but no one picked up, so he sent her a text message: " don't go anywhere, just stay at home.
Wen Qiao didn't reply to his message. She sat on the chair in front of the office desk and looked at his message. She reached out and massaged her temple.
[ I know. ]
Her feelings were a little complicated. She held a pen in her hand and wrote and drew on the paper without any purpose.
She didn't show any abnormality on the surface.
Three days later, ye minqiu finally got her subordinates to investigate clearly. Wen Qiao was indeed at the scene and she was the one who seriously injured xianyuan. In the end, xianyuan was sent to the hospital and died.
There was nothing more to say.