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

Wen Qiao pressed his eyebrows: "The worry is that there is no coach..."

As soon as the voice fell, the doorbell outside the yard rang. Wen Qiao looked up and saw a tall man standing at the door. Looking from a distance, he didn't recognize him.

She walked quickly to the gate of the yard, opened them, and looked at the man up and down.

He is in his thirties, wearing a peaked cap, a military green jacket, a hiking bag on his back, hiking shoes on his feet, and a shaggy beard.

Under the green porch, the man smiled at her.

"Who are you looking for?"

The man avoided her and walked inside, as if entering his own house, "Look for the boss of AF."

Wen Qiao closed the door and turned around to follow the man's footsteps: "I am, who are you?"

After entering the house, the man put down his mountaineering bag, threw it on the ground, the dust rose up, Lu Youyou reached out and waved in front of his nose.

"Didn't I send you an email? I'm here to coach AF."

After saying that, he took off the gloves on his hands, but it was also dusty. Wen Qiao felt that he could swept two pounds of dust off his body, but he didn't know where it came from?

"I've received a lot of emails. I don't know who the gentleman is?"

The man looked around, walked to the water dispenser, took a disposable paper cup from the cabinet below, took a cup of cold water, and drank it.

Lu Youyou leaned beside Wen Qiao and whispered, "Take this place as your own home, this uncle is a little too familiar."

The man drank three glasses of water in a row, and then let out a comfortable sigh, then found a sofa and sat on it lazily: "The one who doesn't want salary, the one who covers food and shelter."

Lu Youyou's eyes widened suddenly: "No salary, food and housing? Then your level is definitely not good, although we Qiaoqiao are young, but we also want to be the best club, uncle, if you really have nowhere to go, I can help you, but please don't come to us to sabotage, okay?"

Wen Qiao looked at the disheveled uncle calmly, but did not speak.

The man scratched his head: "Is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry."

Lu Youyou raised her voice: "Are you here to be a coach or a foodie? Why do you need to drink and eat when you enter the door?"

Wen Qiao grabbed Lu Youyou: "Help him order a takeaway."

Lu Youyou's face was "Huh? ’.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Miscellaneous sauce noodles will do, I don't choose."

"Yuyou, help him order miscellaneous sauce noodles, and then see if there is any fried pork chops to order."

Lu Youyou was so angry that she wanted to hit someone.

While Lu Youyou was ordering takeout, Wen Qiao sat opposite the man: "What's your name? And I don't know how strong you are. I spent millions to get the club, so I should ask. "

"You can call me Brother Dong."

Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile: "Which winter? Poseidon's winter?"

The man smiled and said, "What are you talking about? What sea king? What Poseidon? Winter in winter."

Wen Qiao nodded: "Okay, Brother Dong, how is your strength? Have you led the club to win any awards? Our club is not meant to be a little trouble, I still have certain goals."

Brother Dong propped his chin: "The strength should still be good. When you bring the players over, I'll give you a field drill, won't you know? I don't remember much about the award or not."

Lu Youyou ran over again: "It's a lot of talk, I don't remember it. If you can't pass it, you can't pass it, and it's not ashamed. Don't slap your face as a fat man."