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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 · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
1477 Chs

Chapter 1194-the right gift

Even Fu Nanli didn't know what present Wen Qiao had prepared, and this made him feel uncertain. After all, the party was a Little Big, and everyone's eyes were on her.

She could be considered to be in a difficult position.

Zhou tingshen couldn't help but say, " miss Wen, don't keep us in suspense. What kind of gift is it? let us have a look.

What good things could there be on this farm?

Wen Qiao clapped her hands and uncle li walked over with a small remote control in his hand.

Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes and looked at uncle li. Even Uncle li knew about it, but he, as her boyfriend, didn't.

Uncle li felt a chill at the back of his neck. Wasn't that Xiao Wen's idea?

Wen Qiao pressed the button on the remote control, and a large greenhouse covered with white plastic cloth slowly opened up behind them. The street lights were turned on, and about two acres of land appeared in front of everyone. Inside were neatly arranged seedlings, about a foot tall, shining with a green light and full of vitality.

Everyone was stunned. What was this?

Wen Qiao walked over and supported old master Fu. "Please come over for a moment."

Walking to the ridge, Wen Qiao half-squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil. this is black soil from the northeast. Rice from the northeast can only grow on this soil. I've spent half a year improving the acidic and alkaline conditions of the soil in this two mu of land. It's 100% modeled after the soil from the northeast, as well as the lighting and climate here. Therefore, these two mu of land are cultivating organic northeast rice without any pesticides. It's healthy, green, and pollution-free. From now on, Grandpa Fu can eat the organic northeast rice grown on his own farm.

Fu huaiyong was shocked.

She had put in a lot of effort into this gift. She was giving him a gift for his health, and it was not something that could be done overnight. She was going to cultivate soil and organic food. This gift was really to his heart.

It was not only a laborious and laborious gift, but it was also very sincere, which was a very meaningful gift.

Fu Nanli was a little surprised as well. He didn't even know when Wen Qiao had started preparing all this.

Seeing the smile on his grandfather's face, he knew that this gift was very thoughtful and accurate.

The little girl was indeed smart. She knew what to give to make the old master happy.

The old man was already so old and the thing he cared about the most was his health. She really played along with his interests.

good, good, good, " Fu huaiyong praised. that's very thoughtful of you. I really like this gift.

This was the first time grandpa Fu had praised her so directly in front of everyone.

"Grandpa Fu, I'm glad you like it," replied Wen Qiao with a smile.

"You're still calling me Grandpa Fu?" ye minqiu asked. Just call me Grandpa, silly girl."

Fu huaiyong didn't retort. Wen Qiao pursed her lips and addressed him as Grandpa. Fu huaiyong also agreed, giving him face.

Those rich and famous people had their eyes set on Wen Qiao's gift-giving segment. A group of well-dressed and well-dressed celebrities stood on the ridge.

Most people were very puzzled. How could the old man be so happy just by giving two mu of rice?

Many of them felt that they were extraordinary and only knew how to use money to measure one thing. In their eyes, Wen Qiao's gift wasn't worth much.

It could only be said that old master Fu was more tolerant as he got older.

A few people at the back of the crowd were discussing in low voices, occasionally sneering.

But no matter how much they looked down on it, if Grandpa Fu liked it, then this gift was the right one. It was more meaningful than anyone else's.