Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 226: Locking the suspect

Wen Qiao nodded.

His heel was bleeding, and his cotton swab was gently pressed, and the pain spread intuitively. Wen Qiao clenched his fist, lowered his head, and lowered his eyes, enduring the piercing pain.

"If it hurts, you can shout out."

Wen Qiao's small muffled sound leaked from his lips.

Fu Nanli paused with her fingers, sliding her Adam's apple up and down, staring at her mellow pink toes and white ankles: "Better bear it, stop making any noise."

It always makes him feel right.

Wen Qiao glanced at the man sadly. It was him who made her speak out, and it was him who made her silent. Why is this person so hard to serve?

Both of his heels were broken and bleeding was bleeding. He applied iodophor, put band-aids on her, and took out a pair of his new socks from the room to help her put them on.

Obviously too big and very cute.

The timer in the kitchen made a beep. Fu Nanli poured the **** tea into a large bowl and gave it to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao felt dizzy and itchy in his throat. The symptom should be a cold.

After the **** tea was aired for a while, Fu Nanli held it and fed her: "Drink it all at once."

Wen Qiao stretched out his hand: "I'll do it myself."

He took her hand: "Drink."

Wen Qiao was holding the bowl and drank a large bowl of **** tea. The heat seemed to radiate from the inside out. She untied the blanket, Fu Nanli held her hand and Wen Qiao touched her forehead: "If you cover it again, you will come out. Sweat."

Fu Nanli touched her neck, it was indeed steaming, and only then did she loosen it a bit, letting her breathe.

"You said someone went to your house and gave a dress away?"

Wen Qiao nodded: "Yeah."

"Tell me what it looks like."

"I can draw it for you."

"Can you paint?"

Speaking of bringing her paper and pen, Wen Qiao recalled a little: "One was that someone gave me a dress, and the other was after I arrived at Xiaotangshan, the waiter seemed to want to force me to the back bungalow, I thought Let’s go, he is still holding me. I guess it was arranged. I will show you both of them."

Wen Qiao belongs to the general discipline, whether he is in science, or is talented in art, not only has a musical cell, but also has a strong background in painting.

Relying on memory, she drew at least nine images of the man who came to give the dress.

It also drew Xiao Tang Shanzhong who had been trying to hold her waiter.

After finishing the two paintings, Wen Qiao put down his pencil, and Fu Nanli, who was sitting next to him, picked up the paintings and looked at them carefully.

"do you know?"

Obviously, I have to ask a lot. The person who has been with him for two years in the same crew can't even call his name. Young Master Fu has a facial recognition disorder, so how could he know these people?

Sure enough, he shook his head.

"I'll let someone check it."

Wen Qiao leaned his chin on his knee and was a little puzzled: "Take my pains to invite me over, you should know that you don't want me to meet your mother."

Fu Nanli took the photo and sent it to Fu Cheng for him to check.

"So who knows?"

Fu Nanli frowned slightly. He went to the Yuannan Mansion to take her away that day. Some people should have seen it. The servants underneath could not stop a few broken mouths, but where could they spread it?

Who would want to create unhappiness between them.

Both of them are people with clear thinking and explosive IQ.

Even with the elimination method, the suspect can be quickly identified.

"Will it be... He Qian?"

Xu Lu didn't have the person who could endure to get in touch with Fu Nanli, and wanted to engage her, one Xu Lu and one He Qian, and they were quickly locked up.

(End of this chapter)