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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 1433-face slapping on the spot

Wen mo saw his sister sitting below and calmed down for a while.

The few people who had mocked Wen mo just now happened to be in the same group as him. They were li Huazhu, Zheng Yue, and Li Ming.

The three boys looked contemptuous, not taking Wen mo seriously at all.

Wen mo would definitely be eliminated.

Each person was given three Rubik's Cubes, and the difficulty gradually increased. The rules of the competition were simple. Whoever used the shortest time would win.

He didn't have that many tricks.

The corners of Wen Qiao's lips curled up. Her Xiao mo always had the Rubik's Cube with him, so this kind of competition was no problem for him.

As the director said 'start', the four teenagers' fingers quickly turned the Rubik's Cube.

Three seconds, less than four seconds, Wen mo hit the button on the table. He was done.

The Rubik's Cube took him 3.3 seconds, breaking the world record.

The others used 4.8 seconds, 5.1 seconds, and 5.5 seconds respectively.

Wen mo won easily.

Following that, Wen mo was even more unstoppable, making the boys who had looked down on him dumbfounded.

The program recorded for four hours, and Wen mo won first place with an absolute advantage in every competition.

Even the director had no choice but to drive it. This child was simply a God.

Calm, rational, not arrogant, not impetuous, just like an AI machine, with high intelligence and a good strategy.

The most important thing was that he was very handsome, a clean-cut boy.

The director predicted that after the show was broadcast, this boy would definitely become popular, because his looks didn't lose to the current popular popularity.

He didn't just have a face, he was also so smart. This child would probably gain a lot of girlfriend fans, sister fans, mom fans, and so on.

Before the recording of the program, none of the students thought highly of Wen mo.

After the program started recording, everyone was dumbfounded.

Who said that Wen mo was a nerd?

He was simply an all-rounder, alright?

It was already 10:30 pm when the recording of the show ended. Wen Qiao went on stage and gave Wen mo a big hug. you're really amazing. I'm proud of you.

Wen mo still smiled shyly. "I was very nervous at first, but after I got into it, I wasn't so nervous anymore."

yes, there's no need to be nervous. This is still the local competition. None of these people are your match. You don't have to be nervous at all.

The few students who had looked down on Wen mo: ……

Wasn't that too Grand? saying that in front of them was not giving them any face at all.

hey, even if Wen mo wins, there's no need to be so arrogant. Proud soldiers are bound to lose, haven't you heard of that? "

Wen Qiao smiled and said,'if a defeated Army like you can be so arrogant, why can't we, Wen mo, be arrogant even after winning? Why? Only the officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light the lamps?"

His words rendered the students speechless.

Wen Qiao couldn't be bothered to waste her breath on them, so she pulled Wen mo out of the broadcasting station.

Although the students were seething with anger, Wen Mo's sister was telling the truth.

The winner was King and the loser was vilified. There was no room for them to speak here.

In the car, Wen mo received the trophy for the single-match victory. He held it in his hand fondly and kept touching it.

Wen Qiao was very pleased that Little Mo was able to face so many cameras with composure. She could really rest assured.

It was late at night, and she felt a little emotional.

On the contrary, Xiao mo and Xiao Chi had recovered, while she was in a daze.

Wen mo could sense that his sister was a little troubled, so he held her hand and said, " "What's wrong, sister?"