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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
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1477 Chs

Chapter 194 I have something to say

She had no other choice but to send him a message."Let's meet tonight, okay?"

Even if he found out that she was a liar, she had no choice but to meet him and accept the dismemberment of his eyes.

Everything was for the sake of survival.

At 5:30 pm, she arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment and rang the doorbell. She no longer had the right to enter the house directly.

There was no response, so she squatted by the wall and waited for him to come back.

At six O 'clock, the elevator door opened. He saw the person sitting on the ground holding her legs, and his heart clenched. She looked like an abandoned stray cat in winter, poor and innocent.

Wen Qiao stood up, the cautiousness in her tone evident. Yueyue, you're back.

His jawline was slightly stretched, and his fingers rubbed the edge of the captain's cap. He looked at her for a long time before he said, " "Why didn't you come in?"

Wen Qiao's reserved smile made him feel extremely uncomfortable. She said, " I'll just take a look at you. I'll take my leave first.

He stood there, unmoving like a mountain, as quiet as a winter night, so cold that people didn't dare to say a word.

Wen Qiao carefully walked past him, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She had been waiting for him for a long time, and her fingers were cold.

His hand was warm as usual.

"Why is it so cold?"

The moment he opened his mouth, Wen Qiao's heart clenched.

"I was waiting for you."

"Why didn't you come in and wait?"

Wen Qiao didn't dare to turn back to look at him. She said in a muffled voice, " you haven't contacted me in a long time. I thought we had broken up.

After a long period of silence, the man finally held her hand tightly and pulled her to the door. The sound of entering the password was mixed with his deep voice ...

"I've been a little busy recently, so I didn't have time to take care of you." He said.

The door opened and Wen Qiao was pulled in by him.

"I, Zhenzhen, have some things to discuss with you."

Before she could finish, he kissed her.

The cold person who had just surrounded her seemed to have been heated up by the warmth of the apartment's floor.

The kiss this time was different from usual.

Because he had bitten her.

It carried a hint of ferocity and punishment.

After a while, Wen Qiao sat down on the sofa in an obedient posture. Fu Nanli sat opposite her, his body leaning forward slightly. He drew a tissue and pressed it to the corner of her mouth. does it hurt? "

Wen Qiao wanted to nod. He bit her so hard that it hurt, of course.

"It doesn't hurt."

Her gaze was filled with humbleness and fawning, making Fu Nanli feel upset. He lowered his eyes and said, " you can tell me if it hurts. It's my fault.

No. Wen Qiao still shook her head. it doesn't hurt.

The bleeding had stopped, but the wound made Fu Nanli's heart clench, and his expression turned a little dark.

Wen Qiao wanted to say something, but she stopped herself and said, " "I have something to tell you."

She wanted to be honest with him, but the lie in her heart made her feel guilty.

His rough thumb gently rubbed the corner of her mouth. "Say no more, I'll send you back."

"But...But... But ... But ..."

From his eyes, she could tell that he didn't want to hear her say anything.

Wen Qiao's heart trembled as he pulled her out. When they were heading downstairs, she asked, " "Then can I still come to you in the future?"

She could no longer see what he was thinking.

"We're a couple, why can't you come to me?"

The door to the restricted area downstairs opened. The night outside was as cold as water. Fu Nanli held her hand and walked out.

Fu Nanli helped her open the car door, but he didn't get in. Wen Qiao rolled down the window and looked up at the tall man. the evening of Thanksgiving will be at the Wen CI art Center. Our Folk Music Club will be performing. Do you have time to come and watch? "