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

Finally, Su Ce let go of his hand, and Wen Qiao asked nervously, "How was it?"

Su Ce smiled slightly: "Everything is normal. You can see Fu Nanli in five or six days."

Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, she was worried too much.

In the next few days, everything went normally. Fu Nanli received a video call almost every day except on the plane.

The one-month deadline has come, and Wen Qiao's body has no problems. Moreover, it has been confirmed that she does not need to stay with Fu Nanli to extend her life.

She is a free woman!

Wen Qiao was very excited. When he came out of the alley, he saw a black Rolls-Royce parked outside.

"Joer..."

The car window was half open, the man got out of the back seat, opened the door for her, and Wen Qiao got into the car.

The scent of the man she hadn't seen for a month lingered in her nose, making her feel at ease.

She was held in Fu Nanli's arms. When the man spoke, his chest vibrated slightly, which inexplicably gave her a sense of security.

"How is your health?"

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Everything is fine."

"That's good."

He took her to his apartment. There had been no visit from the hostess for a month. This big house had a cold atmosphere. It was just a hotel where Fu Nanli rested.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you."

Young Master Fu was about to wash his hands and make soup again. Wen Qiao was a little clingy and hugged his waist from behind: "I like to eat whatever you do."

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows. If Qiao Er could remain so clingy after the operation, this would be a good sequelae of the operation.

Fu Nanli took out some ingredients from the refrigerator and made two dishes and one soup. He had used up all the recipes in his mind.

The two sat opposite each other and had a warm dinner.

"Have you missed me this month?"

Wen Qiao tilted his head and smiled: "What do you think?"

Fu Nanli grabbed her ankle and put her foot on his lap: "I took the initiative to call you, but you never called."

He said, his tone seemed a little aggrieved.

Wen Qiao smiled sweetly: "I will take the initiative to call you in the future."

But while speaking, she subconsciously thought that she had not been like this before. She would often take the initiative to make video calls to Fu Nanli, and she was even more proactive at that time.

Her mind was a little confused, and she couldn't sort out her thoughts for a while.

After helping Fu Nanli clean the dishes, he took the bowls in the dishwasher and prepared to put them in the cabinet, but accidentally dropped a bowl.

Wen Qiao immediately bent down to pick it up.

‘Hiss…’ His finger was cut by a sharp fragment.

The bright red blood immediately flowed out and dripped on the white porcelain fragments. Wen Qiao's mind buzzed, his body became a little hot, and some unfamiliar restless emotions were ignited at this moment.

She was about to pick up the fragments, but her hand was held by Fu Nanli: "Why are you so careless?"

After saying that, he pulled her up, turned on the faucet, and washed her wounds with cold water.

Wen Qiao looked back at the shards of glass on the ground, which were stained with dazzling red, eerie and attractive, making people inexplicably want to smash them all.

"Qiaoer..." Fu Nanli frowned and looked at the person in his arms, and shouted for the third time before she came back to her senses.

"Um?"

"Come here, I'll give you some medicine."

Fu Nanli took her to the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open. It was raining outside, and the wind carried a moist breath against her face. Only then did she wake up a little, and felt a sharp pain on her fingers.