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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 · Thành thị
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Dead

Even if they were sent to the hospital, it would probably be of no help.

Amidst the chaos, Fu xianyuan and Wen Qiao got into their respective cars and went straight to the hospital.

Si Yu sat in the front passenger seat, panting.

Fu Nanli's expression turned dark. What's the use of having you?"

Si Yu's face was covered in blood. I'm sorry, young master. There are many of them and they seem to want to beat Wen Qiao and me to death. If we don't give it our all, we'll be the ones to die.

Fu Nanli's brows furrowed deeply. You're with them?"

"Yes, I am."

impossible! Fu Nanli's gaze was dark.

How could his father be in cahoots with those people who wanted Qiao 'er's life?

Wen Qiao regained her senses in his arms, her eyes filled with fear. "I think I saw your father just now."

it's alright, " Fu Nanli consoled her. it's alright.

Wen Qiao lowered her eyes and looked at the blood on her hand. "I'm wondering if I hurt him?"

"No, Qiao 'er, you didn't hurt him."

Wen Qiao shook her head. I have a little impression of him. He suddenly rushed up to me. At that time, I couldn't control my emotions anymore. I ran, I think I hurt him.

"No, Yingluo, you didn't."

Wen Qiao held onto his hand tightly, as though she was holding onto a piece of driftwood.

Her mind was in a mess. Everything that had happened just now was too chaotic. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, she saw Fu Nanli's father rushing towards her with a knife in his hand.

At that time, she looked at him in disbelief, not knowing why he was standing on the opposite side of her.

Then, Yingluo lost control of herself.

Everything was like a nightmare, making her feel unreal.

In Fu Nanli's private hospital, several black Rolls-Royces were parked outside the emergency room.

Li Fang personally came out to greet him. When he saw Fu xianyuan, he frowned deeply. Wasn't this Nan Li's father? He didn't die? And how did he get so seriously injured?

Fu xianyuan was pushed into the operating room.

Meanwhile, Fu Nanli was outside helping Wen Qiao clean up the bloodstains on her face and hands. Fortunately, she wasn't seriously injured.

The group of people waited outside in torment. The operation continued for three hours.

Li Fang came out of the operating room, took off his mask, and said with a serious face, " "Nan Li, my condolences."

What the hell was this? His father had suddenly appeared, and he had died again before he could even see him for the last time.

What kind of blow would it be to Nan Li?

The current Fu Nanli was no longer the fu Nanli of the past. Even though his heart was in turmoil, even though he had doubts in his heart, no one could tell from the expression on his face.

"He couldn't be saved?"

"Yes, I am."

"I know."

"My condolences. Go in and take a look."

Fu Nanli entered the operating theater with heavy footsteps. The man's face was already covered with a white cloth, and the nurses and doctors had all walked out.

The operating room was dead silent. He stood beside the operating table, not having the courage to lift the White cloth.

After a long time, he finally opened a corner.

At that time, on the southern island and at the cemetery, she had indeed seen him.

Since it was him, why had he been hiding? Where had he been for so many years? What kind of life was she living? And why did she become Qiao 'er's enemy?

What was going on?

Noisy footsteps came from outside the operating theater. Fu Nanli walked out of the operating theater with a heavy expression on his face and saw his mother and grandfather.

They had actually rushed over.

He didn't even have the time to deal with it or seal it.