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

After the matter was settled, the group went downstairs. Fu Nanli told Fu Cheng something and walked behind.

Lu Youyou held Wen Qiao's hand and walked in front, clenching her fists and saying, "Qiao Qiao, it's so satisfying. It's so refreshing."

Wen Qiao looked back at the man, feeling grateful.

Lu Youyou whispered: "Young Master Fu, who turned into a beauty in anger, is so handsome. He is my male god and my idol!"

"He is also my male god."

Lu Youyou smiled ambiguously: "He is your future husband. He is not a god of men."

Wen Qiao grabbed her.

The car stopped at the Wutong Path next to the administrative building. Lao Hu opened the door early, and Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao got in the car.

Mr. Zhou, as well as the members of the board of directors of No. 9 Middle School and the school's senior officials, stood aside and respectfully sent the young master off.

The car window was half-opened, and Zhou Shaodong stood at the front. Fu Nanli smiled and said, "Come to Xiaotangshan to get together when you have time."

This is equivalent to sending an invitation letter. Zhou Shaodong quickly said: "Definitely, definitely."

The relationship with the Fu family has just started. Even if the school is sent to him for free, he is willing to do so.

Fu Nanli nodded slightly and the car slowly left the administration building.

Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Nanli touched the top of her hair: "Okay, don't worry, let your brother come back to study tomorrow."

Wen Qiao held his hand with sincere eyes: "I don't know how to thank you."

His big hands slid from the top of his hair to his cheeks, "You don't need to say thank you to me."

Wen Qiao was not the kind of girl who would throw herself into a man's arms to show her weakness, but the more stubborn she was, the more heartache she felt.

Fu Nanli hooked his long hand and hugged the person into his arms: "If you have anything to do in the future, tell me as soon as possible, okay?"

"Yeah." Her voice was a little muffled.

Wen Qiao returned home and was still in the alley when he heard Wen Chi's solemn voice, "In the worst case, I won't go to school. I don't care about that kind of shabby school. In the worst case, I will join a club and play professional games."

"You kid, don't talk nonsense. Your sister has to break her legs just to let you study. You must read this book." Mother's voice.

"I just don't want her to go around trying to make people smile again."

"Otherwise, let me ask your Aunt Xiaojun. She has a wide range of connections."

"Mom, there's no need to ask Aunt Xiaojun." Wen Qiao entered the yard.

"Ah? Don't you need it?"

"Well, Ninth Middle School has agreed that Wen Chi will continue to study there."

Su Yun was stunned: "Do you agree?"

Wen Chi was a little suspicious: "Didn't your tone be very firm before? Why did you suddenly agree?"

"You are justified in going all over the world. I said you are not aggressive. I also brought Dr. Chen with me. I argued with them several times and they agreed."

Su Yun didn't think as much as Wen Chi, and cried with joy: "Is it true? Qiao Qiao, is it true?"

"It's true, Mom, don't worry, Wen Chi can go to school tomorrow. The school will do some popular science on mental illness in this area for all teachers and students in the school."

"Then your school is quite reasonable."

Wen Qiao smiled, that was because the current boss of the school was reasonable.

"Well, Mom, let's make dinner. I'm already hungry."

Su Yun wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and entered the kitchen happily.

Wen Chi grabbed Wen Qiao's arm and said, "You're not telling the truth. I still know the virtues of the managers in our school."

Wen Qiao shrugged and did not respond to his words.

Wen Chi squinted at her: "Is it your boyfriend..."