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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 812-confusion

"I won't take it to heart." Wen Qiao shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

If she had such a fragile heart, she didn't know how many blows she would have taken.

He helped her apply the medicine and blew on it gently. He was close to her, and the window was slightly open. The spring breeze carried the smell of flower petals and grass, and the air was throbbing.

Wen Qiao naturally had the heart of a young girl.

Her girlish heart only bloomed in front of Fu Nanli.

"Does it still hurt?" As she spoke, her breath landed on her cheek and it felt a little itchy. Her heart trembled slightly and Wen Qiao replied with a nasal voice, " I'm alright.

Fu Nanli whipped out his phone and made a call. doctor Lin, come and take a look at Qiao 'er later. See if there are any broken thorns in her skin.

young master, please wait a moment. I'll go up after I'm done looking after miss Qiu.

"As soon as possible,"

Doctor Lin's hands moved faster, causing Fu huaiyong to be displeased. "Are you in a hurry?"

Doctor Lin's forehead was covered in cold sweat. It was not easy to be a sandwich panel. The old man was angry with his grandson, and he was in a difficult position as the family doctor.

"No, I'm not in a hurry."

"Take your time and look carefully."

"Alright, Yingluo, alright."

About forty minutes later, doctor Lin finally reached the second floor. She saw the young master's gloomy face and quickly said, " I'm sorry, I was delayed by miss Qiu ya. I'll check on miss Wen now.

Fu Nanli sat lazily at the side with his long legs crossed. Doctor Lin held up a small flashlight and shone it at the spot where Wen Qiao had been stung by the bees, then kept the flashlight. young master, there are no broken thorns at the spot where miss Wen was stung. Don't worry, the swelling will go down after two days of application.

Fu Nanli nodded. got it. You may leave.

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After su CE returned to the country, his staff in the pentagram research base followed him back. Now in Haicheng, they had re-established their own research base.

What Wen Qiao didn't know was that her uncle was a regular of the lancets magazine and the top leader of the world Medical organization. They called him professor S, and only the people in the research base would call him professor su.

He went to the experimental base, and the chief researcher under him, old Fang, welcomed him to the laboratory.

Although he was called old Fang, he was actually just a man in his twenties. He graduated from the medical department of the top university. Now, he was working for a man with an elementary school education, and he especially admired this elementary school student.

"Professor, you're here."

"How's the experiment going?"

it's going well. The genetic sequence has been broken up and reassembled. Take a look at the DNA sequence I reconstructed.

Before su CE entered the laboratory, his assistant helped him put on a white coat, rubber gloves, and goggles.

He walked to the medical microscope and observed old Fang's results. His brows were slightly furrowed. "Are you confident that you can succeed in dissolving blood this time?"

Old Fang's expression was grave,'if you're free, can you stay in the laboratory for a while longer? I'm afraid I'll fail again."

Su CE lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, " "Wasn't I always there the previous few times? didn't I still fail?"

"How about you calm down?"

Su CE's assistant, Aisha, laughed. you'll be confused if you're concerned. You can't just talk about it. It's hard to control your mind.

Su CE sighed in his heart. Aisha was right. Every failure was because he was eager for success. He wanted to get rid of ah Qiao's damn illness as soon as possible, but he couldn't do it every time.

Old Fang saw that his boss was a little depressed and patted his shoulder. professor, don't worry. We'll definitely overcome the difficulties and successfully study something that's suitable for Wen Qiao's blood.