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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

Two strange people

Song Hao had always respected her and valued her talents.

He even let Wen Qiao give her opinion.

Wen Qiao felt that it was pretty good. Song Hao meant that Shang fan wanted both songs and planned to release them on Christmas Eve, with Christmas Limited to EP.

Wen Qiao raised her brows. Releasing an album and an EP a year, they were indeed top-notch.

A pair of feet suddenly appeared at the tattered mottled door. Lu Youyou, who had been eagerly waiting, jumped up and greeted, " "Hey, are you interested in our Folk Music Club?"

The other three people also turned their gazes over.

Wen Qiao took off her earphones and looked at the boy standing at the door.

The boy was less than 1.80 meters tall. He was wearing a black hoodie with a cap over his cap, black overalls, and black canvas shoes. The shoes were wet from the rain, and there were water droplets on his eyebrows. He was a pretty boy with a delicate and feminine look.

"Student, which Department are you from? What's his name? Are you interested in our Folk Music Club?"

"Dong Yao, from the violin department."

Lu Youyou's hopeful face suddenly turned cold.

"You want to join our Folk Music Club?" Wen Qiao asked without answering.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why?" Dong Yao frowned.

Lu Youyou put her hands on her hips. you're from one of the three most popular violin majors in Western music. Why did you choose to join our Folk Music Club? this is a little strange.

"Are you accepting or not?"

Lu Youyou was just about to say 'no' when Wen Qiao said, " "Sure, welcome to the team."

Lu Youyou,"ran ran."

"Who's the president? who has the final say?" Dong Yao looked at Lu Youyou.

Lu Youyou immediately replied, " I'm the president. I have the final say in the small matters. Our Qiao Qiao has the final say in the big matters.

"Oh," Dong Yao replied,"is there anything else?"

"I'm free for today."

The boy came and left quietly, like a shadow.

"Qiao Qiao, do you know what kind of person he is? You're taking him in?"

"Who is he?" Wen Qiao popped a candy into her mouth.

Dong Yao, the young master of the Dong family. His family is in the antique business. His grandfather is an expert in ancient medicine, and his mother is a forensic doctor. I heard that his hobby is dissection. He wanted to go to medical school, but the elders in his family thought that music was elegant and forced him to study the Central Conservatory of Music. This young master is gloomy and reclusive, and no one brings him around to play. If we take him in, we won't be of any help, and we might even be laughed at.

With the tip of her tongue against the mango-flavored candy, Wen Qiao nodded. "Yes, well done."

Lu Youyou was speechless.

Wen Qiao looked at Lin Xiang and Chun Xiao,"do you object?."

"No objections," the two of them shrugged.

As long as he was human, they wouldn't be picky.

The second one was a girl in a midriff-revealing dress, a small leather skirt, knee-high boots, a high ponytail, Smokey-eye makeup, and large round earrings. She was even chewing gum.

Lu Youyou facepalmed. Can't you be a little more normal, my Dear Mother?

The girl brushed away the rain on her shoulders and blew a big bubble. The bubble burst and the gum stuck to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and kept the gum, saying lazily, " "I heard that this place is accepting people."

"What's your name? which Department are you from?" Lu Youyou asked weakly.

"Yu Shu, piano major."

"Our little temple is too small to accommodate the Big Buddha of your piano department."

"I think you guys are not bad. You're easy-going, I like it."

alright, " Wen Qiao decided. Youyou, accept her.

"You're from the piano major, the top major in the country. Why did you lower yourself to join our broken club?" Lu Youyou asked.