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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

You can stimulate him appropriately

Fang duo looked at them with a smile. I want to join the Folk Music Club. I heard that this is where the Folk Music Club's office is.

"We welcome you with open arms if you're willing to join us," Lu Youyou stood up and welcomed her with a serious face.

She had heard that guzheng was an s-grade, and her professional skills were comparable to Wen Qiao and Zhuang Yan. Of course, she welcomed this girl to join her.

Wen Qiao could vaguely see a sense of superiority from the girl's expression.

Fang duo and Lu Youyou shook hands. I can join the Folk Music Club. However, I have one condition.

They were dumbfounded.

Why did her tone sound like they were the ones who begged her to join the Folk Music Club? Didn't this sister take the initiative to apply to join the Folk Music Club? Why did he raise conditions?

Wen Qiao cupped her cheeks in her hands as she watched this student Fang, who had just returned from overseas, flaunt her superiority.

"That is, I want to be the president of the Folk Music Club."

Wen Qiao's eyes turned cold as she glanced at Fang duo. She wanted to snatch her Youyou's seat. Heh.

Lu Youyou let go of her hand and smiled. I'm sorry, but the Folk Music Club already has a President, and that's me.

"I know you. You're Lu Youyou. Your theoretical knowledge and professional skills are mediocre. Obviously, you can't convince the public in your position."

Wen Qiao walked to Lu Youyou's side and put her arm around her shoulders. She looked at Fang duo coldly. I'm sorry, you misunderstood. All the members of the club admire Youyou and respect her decisions. She is a good President and has made a lot of contributions to the folk music industry.

The others also stood behind Lu Youyou, using their actions to support Lu Youyou as the president of the Folk Music Club.

Each one of them looked like they were not to be trifled with.

For a moment, Fang duo felt embarrassed. She had thought that since she had returned from abroad and was an s-grade guzheng singer, these country bumpkins of the Folk Music Club would treat her like a star. She didn't expect these people to be so ignorant.

She snorted contemptuously. I think you're obviously not thinking of improving. What's the big deal? at most, I'll set up another Folk Music Club.

"Then it's light and comfortable." Wen Qiao smiled.

Fang duo snorted arrogantly, turned around, and left.

Lu Youyou rolled her eyes. I thought they were teammates. Who would've thought they were enemies? "

"Ignore her," Wen Qiao replied.

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The morning cherry blossoms had failed, and the evening cherry blossoms followed closely behind. The entire sea city was covered in flowers.

Wen Qiao brought Wen mo to Chen Yanfei's for a consultation. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and cherry blossoms were dancing in the wind. Wen Qiao sat at the side and listened to Chen Yanfei give Xiao mo some test questions.

The early spring sun made her drowsy.

The room was silent. Finally, Wen Qiao was woken up by Chen Yanfei."Qiaoqiao Zhenzhen."

Wen Qiao's sleepiness dissipated and she looked at Chen Yanfei drowsily. "Yes, doctor Chen,"

Chen Yanfei patted Wen Mo's shoulder gently. "Little Mo, go outside and wait for big sister."

Wen mo obediently left the room and closed the door.

"Doctor Chen, how's little Mo's condition?" Wen Qiao asked apprehensively.

Chen Yanfei took a sip of water. he's recovering very well. His physical illness can be said to have been cured, and his psychological illness is also recovering well. In terms of speaking, he may need some slight stimulation to make him speak.

"Slight stimulation? How do you want to stimulate it?"

the person he cares about is injured in front of him, but don't act rashly. You may stimulate him to break through the psychological barrier and speak, but the other possibility may deepen his psychological defense. Let me observe for a while more.

"Alright, I won't act rashly," Wen Qiao said, following the doctor's advice.