Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

The world owes you the tenderness, I will pay it back

——Fu Nanli

Typhoon 'Mina' crossed the border. At 5:30 in the afternoon, the Meteorological Observatory issued the No. 3 typhoon warning.

It took Wen Qiao an afternoon to finally figure out that she seemed to be reborn.

There seemed to be an alarm going off in my head, very loud.

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To stay with Fu Nanli-

To stay with Fu Nanli-

Otherwise you will die! !

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It will really die! ! !

Wen Qiao tapped his head: "I know, how many times do I have to say it?"

The name Fu Nanli sounded a bit familiar, and a flash of white light flashed in her mind. She remembered it. She seemed to have seen this name in the news in her past life. Two days before she filled out her college entrance examination application, Fu Nanli, the only heir of the Fu family, went to the airport. Died in a car accident on the way.

Wen Qiao looked at the calendar on the desk, June 24th was circled, the day after tomorrow, then—

Fu Nanli is going to have a car accident tonight!

Without thinking about it, she immediately took an umbrella and rushed out, bumping into her mother who was entering the door in the yard.

Su Yun held her back: "This is a sandwich and milk. It's only one day past the expiration date. The supermarket owner asked me to bring it back. I haven't eaten dinner yet. I'll eat this in a while."

Wen Qiao shook off her mother's hand: "Mom, I'm in a hurry. I need to go out."

After she finished speaking, she ran out, her mother's voice weakening behind her: "It's windy and rainy, where are you going?"

Wen Qiao stopped a taxi at random, tied the umbrella after getting in the car, put it at his feet, and brushed off the rain on his skirt, "Master, go to Dongpu Airport."

The master pushed open the meter, stepped on the accelerator, and the car plunged into the rainstorm.

This master is a talker, and he can't hold back when he opens his mouth.

"Little girl, are you going to the airport?"

"Um."

"Go to the airport at this point? Catch a plane? Or send someone off?"

"Send it away."

"Have you heard of Fu Nanli, the captain of Dongchuan Airlines?"

Wen Qiao laughed, this Fu Nanli was still a big celebrity.

"I heard that he is tall and handsome, and is a famous handsome guy in the aviation industry. The most important thing is that his family is a chaebol family with a mine. I heard that his grandfather used to be an air force, and his last words were that he wanted him to be a pilot. That's what became the captain."

Wen Qiao looked at his watch and looked anxious: "Master, can you drive faster?"

The master clicked on the mobile phone navigation on the side: "Let's go to the outer ring, there is no blockage there, don't worry, I promise to take you to the airport in the fastest time."

Wen Qiao closed her eyes and tried her best to recall the news of Fu Nanli's car accident in her previous life. What time was it and where was the accident?

It was obviously just an inconspicuous little fragment in her life, but she actually remembered it.

At 7:30, on the three-kilometer road from the Bai'an exit of the outer ring, Fu Nanli's car collided with a concrete truck.

Wen Qiao looked at his watch, it was seven o'clock.

"Master, can I get off the outer ring at half past seven?"

"Well, it's not a big problem."

The taxi was speeding all the way, the raindrops outside the car were flying on the window, and a soft Cantonese song was playing in the car. Wen Qiao was so anxious that he could put on his wings and fly over by himself.

There are too many trucks in the outer ring, and the weather is so bad that the master doesn't dare to race. It was 7:28 when we got off the outer ring.

Wen Qiao kept urging: "Master, please hurry up, hurry up."

"Little girl, you still have to pay attention to safety, you can't go any faster."

With a 'bang', right in front of her, a Bentley collided with a concrete car that was running a red light sideways. The headlights stabbed her to cover her eyes, the harsh braking sound, the sound of tire friction, and the sound of the car crashing to the ground. intertwined.

Wen Qiao looked at the world through his fingers...

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