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

Wen Qiao's hair and eyebrows were covered with melting snowflakes, his nose and cheeks were red from the cold, and his skin was blue and purple from the cold. She shrank back in his arms, trembling so hard that she couldn't stop, and her voice was trembling: "I was killed. Cheated."

Fu Nanli carried her to the car.

"I didn't know your mother was coming, you...you have to believe me."

He had already brought people into the car, and Fu Nanli said in an urgent voice: "Turn the heating on to the maximum."

Wen Qiao was so cold that he shivered: "I was deceived and thought you asked me to come. I didn't know that your mother was here. If you knew, I... I would definitely not come. You... you believe me. "

Because she was cold and anxious, she trembled as she explained, fearing that he would not believe her.

Fu Nanli's heart ached for a while, because the last time he went to war, she was frightened, and she had to escape from the presence of his mother despite the cold weather and only wearing a dress.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Qiao thought he was angry and didn't believe her.

"It's true. An old man with gray hair sent a dress to my house and said that you asked me to come to Xiaotangshan. If you don't believe it, you can ask my brother."

He hugged her into his arms, gently rubbed her cold arms to warm her up, and said in a very soft voice: "I believe it, Qiaoer, I believe it."

Wen Qiao trembled slightly in his arms.

"I won't let you see them. I just think you have nothing in common with them. Qiaoer, it's freezing and snowing outside. Even if my mother is present, you don't need to run away in a hurry. You don't need to do it. so."

It was what he did last time that scared her.

Wen Qiao's tone was still self-blaming: "Why didn't I see anything was wrong with the matter? You never sent me a dress for any event. You always picked me up directly."

She was too unprepared.

His big hand gently stroked her back: "Don't do this again. It doesn't matter if you meet my mother on this occasion. What's more, I'm still here, so there's no need to blame myself."

Wen Qiao sneezed, and then sneezed one after another.

After being frozen for forty minutes, just when she thought she was going to become the next 'little match girl', Fu Nanli appeared.

He always shows up on time.

But she still couldn't stand the cold.

"Is it still cold?"

The skin in her hands was still cold to the touch, and her whole body was like an ice cube, and it didn't warm up for a while.

"Sir, where are you going now?"

"Go to my apartment."

He kept rubbing her skin. When they reached the bottom of the mountain, they passed by a milk tea shop and asked Lao Hu to get out of the car and buy a hot drink. He fed her a few sips and Wen Qiao felt a little alive.

The car sped along and stopped under his apartment building. The snowflakes became bigger. He hugged her and got out of the car. Wen Qiao's posture was a little stiff: "I... I can walk by myself."

It's just that the heels are a little painful from being worn down by the high heels, but it doesn't affect walking.

But he insisted on carrying her upstairs.

There was a fireplace in his apartment, which was usually not used, but it came in handy now. He turned on the floor heating, and carried the person to the double sofa in front of the fireplace. He took a thick blanket and wrapped the person tightly. He went to light the wood in the fireplace again. His movements were less slow and more anxious.

The fire in the fireplace quickly grew brighter, and Wen Qiao felt the warmth rushing to her face. Fu Nanli put the matchbox aside, touched her face, and then her hand: "Sit down."

He turned around and went to the kitchen. Through the transparent sliding door of the kitchen, Wen Qiao saw him busy.

After a while, he came back and said, "I've made some ginger tea. It will take about half an hour and I'll drink it later."

Wen Qiao hugged the blanket in front of him and nodded: "Yes."

Fu Nanli sat next to her and held her hand, which finally felt like a human body.

He lowered his eyes and saw the dazzling red color of her heels, and grabbed her ankles.

"What's going on here?"

Wen Qiao's voice was hoarse and he couldn't help coughing twice: "It's from the high heels."

It was snowing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and ginger tea was boiling in the pot in the kitchen. In front of the fireplace, Fu Nanli brought the medicine box, held her ankle, and applied some iodine on her.

The pain made her shrink back instinctively, and Fu Nanli held her ankle tightly: "Don't move."

"When you see my mother there, you should call me as soon as possible instead of rushing into the ice and snow wearing single clothes. Don't do this again, do you understand?"

My heart still hurts to this day.

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