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

And Fu Nanli was like a boyfriend in an ordinary lover, following her meticulously and considerately, telling her which dish was delicious and which dish was average.

Finally, he helped her get fruit and yogurt, held her hand, and entered his private room.

The stewardesses ate lunch with tears.

All the single flight attendants of Dongchuan Airlines are collectively heartbroken!

The private room was small, and it was prepared for Fu Nanli by his cousin, the young director of Dongchuan Airlines, because he knew that he would always cause a commotion every time he went into the restaurant to eat.

Fu Nanli put down the dinner plate and the two sat opposite each other.

"After dinner, you can go hang out in my office. I have a few meetings before taking off."

"okay."

He forked a small piece of steak onto his dinner plate, cut it into equal-sized pieces for her, and put it back on her dinner plate. Wen Qiao's heart felt warm, and taking care of her seemed to be an easy task.

"I saw the video of you hitting Shang Fan." The man ate slowly and elegantly.

Wen Qiao looked at him flatteringly: "He wanted to hug me, so I hit him."

His eyes said 'Am I great, please praise me'.

Fu Nanli's hand holding the fork gradually tightened, with clear joints. He reached out and pinched her face with a doting smile.

The blinds could give a glimpse of the scene in the private room. He Qian saw the gentle caress on Fu Nanli's fingers, poking the vegetables on the plate with chopsticks, and felt a little unhappy.

"He is a star. There is no need to hit him in the future to avoid causing any trouble for yourself."

Wen Qiao's only word in front of Fu Nanli was "be good."

"Well, I won't hit him anymore. I saw him taking a detour."

Fu Nanli was in a good mood, but still mentioned uneasily, "I heard that he is very popular and many little girls like him. How about you?"

Wen Qiao said casually: "He's not as good-looking as you, so what's there to like about him?"

This is the truth. Shang Fan is a star and knows how to package things. Regardless of appearance, his facial features are still a bit worse than Fu Nanli's.

The corners of Mr. Fu's mouth raised slightly.

After the meal, Wen Qiao diligently peeled a banana and fed it to him, just like the enchantress who fed the foolish king grapes in ancient times.

Naturally, He Qian also saw it, and she was so angry that her chest was clogged and she couldn't even take a bite.

The phone vibrated on the table.

From the news sent by Lin Mingshu, I heard that Lin Mingshu gathered a group of celebrities who admired Fu Nanli, raised a lot of funds, and planned to kill Wen Qiao in one fell swoop to collect evidence of her lies.

He Qian glanced at the message sent by Lin Mingshu and smiled. She would expose her in front of everyone when she gets to Germany.

Wen Qiao was so attentive that he put down the banana peel, picked up a tissue, and wanted to help Fu Nanli wipe the corners of his mouth.

Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and said with a heavy breath, "Okay, I'll do it myself."

If you touch it randomly, something will happen. This girl has no consciousness at all.

He held her hand and left the restaurant. Wen Qiao felt that every stewardess who passed her had hostile eyes, and some looked at her with tears in their eyes.

Wen Qiao was confused and had no idea that he had stolen the lovers of the entire airline public.

His office is spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a wide sofa. Fu Nanli said that he doesn't use the office very much and only occasionally spends nights here.

Wen Qiao gestured to the sofa: "Would you like to sleep on the sofa? It seems a bit short. Can you stretch your legs?"

Fu Nanli came over with a cup of coffee and put his other hand around her from behind: "Don't discuss things in bed."

Wen Qiao:......

There are so many restricted areas, making it difficult to chat.