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

She hadn't seen him for half a year, and she wasn't sure if he didn't live here anymore.

She had the door code, opened the door, went up to the second floor, and entered their bedroom.

There is a huge painting in front of the bed, depicting her. She is sitting quietly on the balcony of the apartment where she has lived for a long time, surrounded by lush flowers and plants. It is dusk, the gentle light envelopes her, and she smiles softly.

Wen Qiao felt a little stuffy in his heart.

For many days and nights, he lay in bed like this, looking at the painting in front of him to relieve his lovesickness.

There were two pillows on the bed, and a photo of him and her on the bedside table.

There are traces of her life everywhere here.

She opened the bedside table and saw a big red invitation.

It's a wedding invitation.

Wen Qiao's heart suddenly suffocated. Could it be that Fu Nanli had forgotten her in the past six months? Is he going to marry someone else?

She dialed his cell phone number, but no one answered.

Wen Qiao went out. It was raining outside. She didn't care so much and rushed all the way to Fu Nanli's company.

The flow was smooth and no one dared to stop her.

Wen Qiao went to the fifty-eighth floor and broke into his office without even knocking on the door.

The office was also empty, and Fiona hurriedly followed: "Miss Wen, you...why are you here?"

"Where's Fu Nanli?"

"Mr. Fu is in a meeting."

"When will he finish?"

"This... I don't know, the mid-year financial meeting."

Wen Qiao was sitting in his office waiting for him. There was lightning and thunder, and the rain was coming hard. She felt uneasy and even thought about whether she should let go if Fu Nanli really had another woman.

I waited until half past eight in the evening.

The door of the office opened, and Wen Qiao suddenly opened his eyes and saw Fu Nanli and a tall and beautiful woman standing next to him.

For a moment, her voice became hoarse and she could not speak.

She originally thought that even if he had a girlfriend, she would still want to fight for it, but now, she is not so confident.

Although she had something to hide, she broke up with her without any explanation.

It's her fault.

Wen Qiao looked at Fu Nanli. He hadn't seen him for half a year. He was still the same, even more handsome. He had an inexplicable feeling that he had looked at him for thousands of years.

Fu Nanli stood there without saying a word, with a stern expression, and a pair of deep eyes that made Wen Qiao panic inexplicably.

She hurriedly walked out, and when she passed him, she said, "Excuse me."

Just about to open the door and go out.

His wrist was grabbed, and his deep voice came: "Get out first."

Then he saw the woman beside him retreating calmly.

The night was thick and the lights in his office were dim. Wen Qiao raised his eyes and saw his eyes, which were deep and turbulent. It seemed that there were thousands of words in his eyes, but he didn't know what to say first. One sentence.

"Are you getting married?"

It was Wen Qiao who spoke first.

Fu Nanli's stern face relaxed a little, and his eyes were stained with anger: "What?"

"I said, are you getting married?"

Fu Nanli's eyes were turbulent: "Have you been to my residence?"

"yes."

Fu Nanli held her wrist tightly: "If I say yes, what are you going to do?"

What he expected was that she said she would prevent him from getting married, or even come to steal the bride.

But Wen Qiao lowered his eyes: "Then I wish you happiness."

Mr. Fu almost exploded with anger: "Wish me happiness? Wen Qiao, you want to wish me happiness? Do you want me to marry another woman?"

Wen Qiao raised her eyes and looked at him: "What do you mean I want you to marry another woman? You want to marry another woman. I wish you well. Isn't that okay?"

Fu Nanli's face was ashen: "Am I nothing in your heart? You still wish me and other women happiness."

Wen Qiao: "Aren't you making trouble unreasonably? What do you want me to say?"

Fu Nanli pushed the person against the wall: "Don't you want to fight for it?"

Wen Qiao thought thoughtfully: "In that case, wouldn't I become the third party?"

The success angered Fu Nanli, "Mrs. Fu's position has been yours from beginning to end. It has always been you. Who else can I marry besides you?"

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment: "But...but there is a wedding invitation in your bedside table."

"You didn't even open it and read it, but you think I'm going to marry another woman?"

Wen Qiao continued to be confused: "Isn't it your wedding invitation?"

Fu Nanli was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "Who should I marry?"

"The girl just now is pretty good."

Mr. Fu was on the verge of going crazy: "That's my employee."

Wen Qiao finally came to his senses: "So whose wedding invitation is it?"

"Ji Xianzheng's."

Wen Qiao: "Huh? He's getting married? To whom?"

"And his secretary."

Wen Qiao: "Oh, then... you can give me a message and wish them a happy marriage."

Fu Nanli squinted at her: "What are you doing here today?"

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the wind and rain were swaying, and Wen Qiao mustered up his courage: "I'm here to win your heart back, Mr. Fu."

Fu Nanli's eyes instantly became tender.

"Wen Qiao, my heart has always been with you, how can you save my heart?"

Wen Qiao stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips.

Although things have changed, he is still waiting for her.

How virtuous and capable is she?

At night, in Fu Nanli's apartment, the girl was sitting on the sofa. The noble man put one hand in his pocket and pointed at her head with the other, mercilessly lecturing her.

"Do you want to piss me off to death, Wen Qiao?"

Wen Qiao gave him a guilty look.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why did one person carry everything? What if you have something wrong with you?"

Wen Qiao spread his hands: "Look, nothing happened to me, and I got the evidence that I didn't kill your father. I have handed it over to the police, and the police have detained He Xihuai."

This is the biggest frustration in Fu Nanli's heart: "You should have told me, I can cooperate with you in acting."

Wen Qiao pursed his lips and said, "When you were dealing with Fu Jiang before, you lied about the plane accident, didn't you tell me about it?"

"Wen Qiao, are you taking revenge on me?"

Wen Qiao quickly raised his hand: "It's not to retaliate against you. Why didn't you tell me before? It was because you were afraid that I would worry. Why didn't I tell you now? It was also because I was afraid that you would worry. I'm not sure if I can succeed. What is He Xihuai? We all know this kind of person, if he breaks the boat..."

Fu Nanli was silent.

Wen Qiao added: "It's about your father, and I don't want you to be involved. If you are involved, I won't be able to explain anything to your mother and grandfather."

Fu Nanli squeezed her hand: "Don't hide anything from me in the future."

Wen Qiao: "Yeah, okay."

The police went to He Xihuai's villa and handcuffed him.

He glanced at Theresa with a dark look, and Theresa felt guilty.

He Xihuai smiled in a low voice: "Did you tell Wen Qiao?"

Teresa almost knelt down: "I don't want your husband to make the same mistake again and again. That girl Wen Qiao is not so easy to control."

He Xihuai raised his eyebrows: "I didn't say anything, so you don't have to be afraid."

Teresa felt too guilty to look at him.

He Xihuai laughed at himself: "Forget it, the five-pointed star should be whatever it is. I can't force it. Maybe it shouldn't belong to me in the first place. There is a bottle of medicine on the bedside table in my bedroom for Wen Qiao to inject. In her body, she will no longer be troubled by my blood."

On a night of heavy rain, he was taken away.

Teresa stood at the door, looking at the man, thinking, was the child personality forced out by Wen Qiao just now real, or was he acting?

neither knows.

Fu Xianyuan was not killed by Wen Qiao, and the truth of the incident was finally revealed.

During this period, even though Wen Qiao was believed to have caused Fu Xianyuan's death, none of the Fu family, including Mr. Fu and Ye Minqiu, felt sorry for Wen Qiao.

Although he was not polite to her, he never retaliated in private.

Wen Qiao knew that the Fu family had always been like this, cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Fu Nanli took her to his father's grave and gave her a bouquet of flowers.

When he died, it was winter, but now, it is summer, Wen Qiao's favorite season.

She presented a bouquet of chrysanthemums and then observed a minute of silence.

In fact, I didn't say anything in my heart, I just hoped that he could rest in peace.

A man who has been wandering for half his life can finally rest in the Fu family cemetery. Not far away is the mansion where he grew up. His family lives there. Perhaps, for him, this is enough.

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Wen Qiao, Fu Nanli and her family went to watch the variety show finals that Wen Mo participated in.

Wen Chi chuckled softly: "I look over and see that my Xiao Mo has won the championship."

Su Yun tsked lightly: "You kid, be humble."

Wen Qiao said: "Our Xiao Mo will definitely win the championship."

Su Yun was speechless: "You are just like Xiao Chi."

The two siblings said in unison: "That's because we have confidence in Xiao Mo."

Fu Nanli looked at Wen Qiao with a smile.

And with the help of their brother and sister, in the two-hour competition, Wen Mo excelled in various events, with the highest score in every event, and won the championship tonight with a crushing advantage.

Wen Chi cooed, "Mom, if you see it, I'll tell you Xiao Mo can do it."

Su Yun just clapped and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, Xiao Mo is so awesome."

Wen Qiao leaned on Fu Nanli and couldn't stop clapping his hands.

Flowers, honors, applause, everything surged forward, and Wen Mo finally dared to speak on the stage.

He didn't speak fluently, but finally mentioned his sister: "Thank you most to my sister, Wen Qiao, for bringing me back from a lonely planet and allowing me to live a normal life. Thank you." ”

Wen Qiao's eyes were slightly moist, and Fu Nanli bent down and kissed her forehead: "You not only took him back, but also another person. Thank you very much."

After all the players and staff had left, only the Wen family and Fu Nanli were left in the studio.

Wen Qiao held Fu Nanli's hand and said, "Let's go too."

"Wait a moment."

From the corner of his eye, Wen Qiao saw Fu Nanli's mother and grandfather, as well as his grandmother, who were the most important people to him.

Fu Nanli stood up, his body erect, and Wen Qiao noticed that he was dressed very formally today, wearing a suit outside his white shirt.

Suddenly, he knelt down.

Wen Chi said: "Damn, brother-in-law, are you going to propose to my sister?"

Su Yun covered his mouth, and Uncle Ji patted his head: "In this situation, be careful what you say."

Fu Nanli looked at her with pious eyes, unprecedented tenderness and unprecedented solemnity.

"Wen Qiao, marry me."

Her family, his family, were all there.

He knew what she valued most, that it was small and cozy, and did not require much ostentation or publicity to the world.

Many scenes flashed through Wen Qiao's mind, recalling the first time he met him when he was unconscious in a car accident, and the first time he lied and claimed to be his girlfriend.

The emotional thread is entangled.

After that I couldn’t sort it out anymore and kept cutting.

All eager eyes were upon her.

Wen Qiao stretched out his hand and smiled contentedly: "I do."