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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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1477 Chs

The bedroom was bigger than her house

Forget it, he would have to pray for himself.

Fu Nanli trudged over on the muddy ground and saw Wen Qiao wearing a woven straw hat on her head. The spring sun shone through the Straw Hat and reflected on her face. She was holding a handful of grass in her hand, and her face was still dirty, looking like a small cat. She was smiling at him.

"Uncle li, did you bring her here to pull out the grass?"

"Oh, young master," uncle Li said anxiously,"it's little Wen who insisted on coming here to do the work."

Wen Qiao wiped her sweat again, her face turning even dirtier. don't blame uncle Li, I did come over to do the work myself.

Fu Nanli bent over and held her hand. alright, you've been working for half a day. You can rest now.

After saying that, he grabbed the weed in her hand and threw it to the side. He then reached out again. Uncle li hurriedly handed him a handkerchief. Fu Nanli helped her wipe her face, but how could it be clean? The dirt and grass had already dried up on her face. Her small face had been rubbed red, and it was still dirty.

Fu Nanli threw the handkerchief in Qin bei's hand and pulled Wen Qiao out of the room.

The ground was wet, and it was the first time in his life that his leather shoes were stained with so much mud.

A small sightseeing bus was parked next to the organic farm. Wen Qiao was pulled into the small sightseeing bus, and the driver drove the car towards the mansion.

Fu Nanli took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and handed it to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao took the bottle of water and gulped down a few mouthfuls. She drank too quickly, and the water leaked from the corner of her mouth to her neck. Fu Nanli reached out to help her wipe it away, so much so that his eyes dimmed.

Wen Qiao wiped her mouth and passed the bottle of water to him.

there's no need to go this far. Fu Nanli sighed softly.

Although it was only March, it was close to noon and the sun was quite hot. She didn't even wear gloves, and her hands were red from pulling the grass.

Wen Qiao took a breath. doing farm work is quite interesting. I've learned a lot from the uncles and aunties who work with me.

She took off the Straw Hat on her head and stuck a few blades of grass in her hair. Fu Nanli reached out to help her remove the grass, but he couldn't do anything to her.

The tour bus passed by the organic farm and the golf course, where the old man seemed to be swinging his club.

He gave uncle li a call. tell the old master about Qiao 'er's work, no matter how big or small.

"Understood, young master."

The tour bus passed by the stadium, then the shallow lake, and finally arrived at the villa halfway up the mountain.

Wen Qiao also realized that the fu family was truly huge.

When they arrived at the mansion, Fu Nanli pulled her to his bedroom.

This was Wen Qiao's first time returning to his bedroom in the main residence. Her first impression was that it was huge. His bedroom was a suite, with a master bedroom and an outer living room, as well as a small activity room and a separate cloakroom.

His bedroom alone was already much bigger than her courtyard house.

In the end, her poverty had limited her imagination.

No wonder 60 million was only ranked 80000 to 90000.

Her second impression was that the decoration style was very much to her liking. It was in the northern European style, low-key luxury, and suited his young master's style.

She was pulled into the bathroom by the man. The floor-to-ceiling windows were half-covered by the blinds, and the sunlight was reduced by half. Wen Qiao was pressed against the sink. The man turned on the tap, and his tall body hugged her from behind.

The hand wash got squeezed onto her hand. Fu Nanli hugged her and helped her rub her hands gently, spraying it on the skin behind her ear with his breath.

I'll do it myself. Wen Qiao turned around and looked at him.

"Don't move,"

Wen Qiao stopped moving, allowing his long and well-defined fingers to weave through her fair and slender fingers at a steady pace.