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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

Little brother is not humble

Did you not do well in the last subject, physics? Physics was currently his strong suit. If he did not do well, it would definitely pull down his overall score.

Wen Chi patted Xia Bo's head, " "It's all because of this fellow. We were in the same examination hall and I saw him answering the questions while everyone else was gone. I was afraid that if I left too, it would affect his state of mind, so I waited for him to finish before coming out together."

Xia Bo chuckled. brother Chi is my reassurance. With brother Chi around, I can score at least ten more marks in physics.

Wen Chi pressed his head into his creak and gave him a round of violent beating. "You're too slow, too slow."

Wen Qiao asked around and found out that the four boys were performing as per normal. Wen Chi and Wen mo would definitely be able to get into ninth high school, while Xia Bo and ding hai would probably be able to get into second high school, which was next to ninth high.

Ninth high school was one of the four guardians of Haicheng high school. Ninth High School No. 1 Haicheng high school and Song Qingling high school were the four most powerful high schools in Haicheng and were known as the four guardians of Haicheng.

Wen Chi had originally wanted to go home and eat a big watermelon first, the kind that would make him vomit from eating it, but his sister had dragged him to the club directly.

since the high school entrance examination is over, it's time to put it into training. The regular autumn season is in October.

"Not resting for two days?" Wen Chi was still confused.

"What good things are you thinking about? You'll be eating and living here this summer. You'll have to train at least twelve hours a day, that's the minimum."

Wen Chi, Gu Xiao, Shen Tian, Yu Zhan, the first regular army, threw themselves into intense training together. Of course, Xia Bo and ding hai were not idle either.

Since Wen mo had nothing to do, he would follow them and watch. Second young master Shen boasted shamelessly, " "Little brother's academic results are good, but I don't think he knows anything about computers."

Wen Qiao:

Silly, you should stop talking.

Wen mo could now force himself to talk to others. He touched his neck and said, " "Yingluo is still alright."

"Brother, you're not being humble." Shen Tian glanced at him.

Wen Qiao smacked his head. I'm just playing your game. Why are you so talkative? "  

Wen Chi chimed in from the side. my brother only knows how to play Minesweeper and poker. Don't make things difficult for him. At the very least, his cultural results are so good that others can't even catch up to him. He's already very impressive.

Wen Qiao thought, as long as you guys are happy.

She turned around and poured a glass of plum juice for each of them. She rubbed Wen Mo's head and said, " "Do you want to stay here and watch them play?"

"Yes."

then I'll go out for a while. I'll come and pick you up after I'm done.

"Alright," he said.

Wen Qiao composed a few songs and planned to discuss them with brother Hao. Two of them were for Shang fan. In addition, brother Hao also had a very capable female singer under him, so she wrote a song tailored for her.

When she arrived at song Hao's company, brother Hao personally went to the entrance to welcome her.

Wen Qiao was wearing a baseball cap, a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She looked very casual, but brother Hao led her to a car.

"Not going to your office?"

"Shang fan is recording a song in a nearby studio. Let's go find him together."

"Why don't you do it in your own company?" Wen Qiao shrugged.

"The equipment over there is the best in the country and it's also the most famous recording studio in the country. We can be considered to have a clear division of labor since many of the top singers in the industry record their songs there."

Wen Qiao and brother Hao went to the nearby top-notch recording studio. On the quiet side street, there was a rather well-designed building. The Ivory white walls were illuminated with a warm light, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows were arranged in a picturesque manner.