Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 811 is waiting

Sure enough, Qiu Ya only felt that her face was burning and painful, and she couldn't touch or touch it, and it was conceivable that her face must be swollen and ugly now, and all of this was captured by Fu Nanli. I feel so embarrassed.

Uncle Li worried: "Miss Qiu, come with me to the mansion, let Doctor Lin take a look."

The group leader said: "This bee is not a poisonous bee. Apply some ointment, and the swelling will disappear after two days, but it will be a little uncomfortable, painful and itchy in these two days. Don't touch it with water, and try not to touch it with your hands."

Qiu Ya curled up in pain, and was pulled by Uncle Li to the sightseeing car.

The bees were rushed into the hive by the beekeeper, and Wen Qiao took off his hat.

Fu Nanli also took off his hat.

Unexpectedly, there was another bee that slipped through the net. It suddenly stopped on Wen Qiao’s forehead. Wen Qiao felt a tingling pain in his forehead. Fu Nanli quickly reached out to help her wave the bee away, and then put the hat on her head and held the person around. In his arms, he got on another sightseeing car.

"There is still some work to be done."

Wen Qiao was picked up directly by someone, ran away from the farm and got on the sightseeing car.

When she arrived at the mansion, Wen Qiao also swelled a bag on her forehead. Fu Nanli was short of breath. In order to please the old man, she really could bear hardships and stand hard work.

Wen Qiao:...

Don't get me wrong, it's really not to please your stubborn grandpa.

It's mainly for you, Master.

After entering the house, Dr. Lin was sitting on the sofa to treat Qiu Ya's injury from the sting of a bee.

Fu Huaiyong looked distressed.

The look in Wen Qiao's eyes made Fu Nanli feel nervous. When would his grandfather look at Qiaoer with this expression? Qiao Er should be very envious, right?

Wen Qiao:...

It’s okay.

When he arrived in the living room, Fu Huaiyong's eyes were cold, and he looked at Wen Qiao: "Look at you, it means you must go to the farm when you are up, and Xiaoya suffers such a serious injury."

Fu Nanli said coldly: "No one forced her to work. If you can't do it, you shouldn't follow the trend. She is injured and has nothing to do with Qiaoer. If you really want to be so unreasonable, grandpa, then..."

Uncle Li kept winking at him, young master, don't talk hard, don't talk hard.

Fu Nanli directly took Wen Qiao upstairs, without saying the rest.

Fu Huaiyong sighed and Qiu Ya whispered: "Grandpa Fu, I really don’t blame Wen Qiao. I accidentally fell. I have no experience. I am too lack of exercise. I will come to your farm often to learn to work in the future. ."

Fu Huaiyong said distressed: "Silly boy, there are professional workers on my farm. You don't need to learn from that girl. That girl is just for me. I ignore her and she will be discouraged in two days."

Qiu Ya's face hurt so badly. Although Fu Nanli ignored her, at least Grandpa Fu still felt sorry for her and comforted her a bit.

"I will come when I have time."

"Your hands are for playing the violin, but you don't have the ability to do farm work like that rough girl. Be obedient, don't go to the farm anymore."

Qiu Ya nodded obediently.

In Fu Nanli's room, there was a happy time on the sofa by the window. Wen Qiao was sitting on it. A bag on her forehead was itchy and painful. She reached out to touch it, but Fu Nanli grabbed her wrist.

"do not move."

"Itchy."

"You can't touch, you can't scratch, you will leave scars if you scratch.

Wen Qiao pursed her lips, Fu Nanli twisted a square scarf, wiped her wounds, and took the medicine box, moistened some ointment with a cotton swab and smeared it on the red and swollen bag with a low voice: "What Grandpa said do not worry about it."

(End of this chapter)