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The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Fu Nanli, the flight captain and sole heir to the Fu Consortium, lost his memory in an accident. He could not remember anything about his family, identity, or status. He only remembered Wen Qiao, who had risked his life to save her before the accident. "You are?" Wen Qiao said shamelessly, "I'm your wife." Young Master Fu was confused, but he only remembered one person. If she said yes, then so be it. The cold and noble Prince Charming had been snatched away by a wild girl from nowhere. All the socialites in Harbor City were enraged. All the socialites gathered 100 million yuan. They had to tear off the fake mask of a certain vixen, Wen Qiao. However, all they got, in the end, was the marriage of the century. The wife he got after losing his memory, when he regained his memory, would still be the person he loved the most in his life. If everything was guided by fate, then he would be grateful for such an encounter, that was what Fu Nanli believed. yuan to rip off the vixen Wen Qiao’s mask and expose her lies. Yet, there is nothing they can do to stop the 'wedding of the century' from taking place. Just like that, one hundred million yuan is gone in a flash! Uttering cries of anguish, the socialites simply can’t fathom why this is happening. "Everyone says Young Master Fu is shrewd and adept at scheming. Why did he fall for the deceitful little vixen?!” With an arrogant gaze, the man muses dotingly, “If I didn’t play along, how was I to abduct the little fox and take her home?”

Ding Jiashu · perkotaan
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Knocking on the door in the middle of the night

Six hundred milliliters of blood wasn't much, and she even went straight to the point and said she wanted to give him some benefits.

Lin lang should know who she was, that she was the president of Nanqiao, and that she had Fu Nanli backing her up.

Not only could she promise her money, but she could also promise her good resources. A well-produced blockbuster in exchange for six hundred milliliters of her blood, no matter how she thought about it, she didn't lose anything.

Why did she not want to talk at all?

It was really strange.

However, since they were already here, and it happened to be evening, he xihuai still had some humanity in him. He let them stay in his villa for the night and leave the next morning.

His house was the best representation of luxury and luxury. It was a three-story villa with extremely luxurious decorations. After entering, it was like entering a European Royal Castle. There was a large swimming pool outside and an indoor swimming pool. The water temperature was constant, and one could jump in and swim at any time.

The villa was extremely tall, and the long square table in the dining room was covered with a white tablecloth. The candle and crystal chandeliers on the lampstand emitted a luxurious golden light.

He was a rather extravagant and wasteful person.

He xihuai pointed to the second floor. the bedroom you two are resting in is over there. It's next to each other. Don't wander around at night.

Wen Qiao glanced at him. What did he mean by 'don't walk around'? Was he hinting at something?

The night came quickly and Wen Qiao returned to the bedroom. The bedroom's decoration style was still gorgeous. She asked the servant here and said that their master looked like this when he first bought it. Two hundred years ago, the house was indeed lived in by a noble from Europe.

It wasn't hard to understand the luxurious style of decoration.

Wen Qiao lay on the princess bed and stared at the ceiling above her. There was a mural on it in the style of an oil painting, depicting the various heavenly gods of ancient Greece. She didn't know much about that aspect, and just looking at it made her sleepy. She quickly closed her eyes and paid a visit to Duke Zhou.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly heard a very light knock on the door.

Knock, knock. It was very, very light, almost invisible, as if he was trying to sound her out. Wen Qiao didn't know why, but she woke up. The room was dark, and there weren't even any street lamps outside the villa. Only the cold autumn moonlight shone on the beautifully decorated bedroom.

Hearing the knock on the door, she got out of bed and walked barefoot on the soft carpet to the door. She said in a low voice, " "Who is it?"

"It's me," he said.

It was he xihuai's voice.

Wen Qiao frowned and raised her hand to look at the time. It was two in the morning. What was he doing here? It's not very appropriate to enter a girl's room at this time, right?

She gently placed her hand on the door bolt and said, " "Mr. He, what's the matter?"

"I would like to have a chat with you regarding Lin lang."

Wen Qiao's frown deepened,'Lin lang? Didn't he already say it during the day? Do you have anything else to say?"

"Yes, open the door and let me in."

Through the crack of the door, faint light seeped in from the outside. Wen Qiao leaned against the door and said coldly, " I'm sorry, it's not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone in the same room in the middle of the night. If there's anything, let's talk about it at the dinner table tomorrow morning, how about it? "

There was suddenly no sound from outside. She didn't even hear the sound of footsteps, but it was dead silent.

The tall figure standing outside the door just stood there quietly, without making a sound. A pair of deep and sinister eyes stared straight at the wooden door, as if they had the ability to penetrate through.

If she suddenly couldn't hear anything, she would probably open the door to see what was going on outside.

However, after waiting for ten minutes, the door still did not open.