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

He didn't dare to stop, he didn't dare to stop his footsteps, and his thoughts didn't dare to stop. He didn't dare to think about it. He wished time could stop.

In the early morning at the end of April, the sanitation worker passed by him, looking suspiciously at the tall man who got off the luxury car, watching him walk into an alley in a mess, and whispering something.

Lao Hu hurriedly followed, and there was another small empty box with messy trash cans and bamboo poles at the end. Fu Nanli walked over, stretched out his hand and pushed the bamboo pole away, not letting go of every corner.

The heart cooled down inch by inch.

No, she isn't anywhere.

She hid so well that she desperately escaped from his world and simply gave him the money and the house back neatly.

He was distressed and hurt, why didn't she come and ask him?

How could she think he didn't want her anymore?

How could he not want her?

He stood there, his heart was terribly cold, the whole night passed, he couldn't find her, he was so flustered that he couldn't stand. In the twenty-nine years of his life, even if his father passed away, he had never been so desperate.

He stood there, the wind blew the leaves on the ground to his feet, his back was so lonely and desperate, Lao Hu walked up to him step by step, and said cautiously: "Master, there is nothing here, get in the car."

Fu Nanli's eyes were flushed, and his strength seemed to be drained. When he turned around, his feet stumbled. Lao Hu gave him a hand: "Young master, be careful."

Tomorrow is getting brighter and brighter, but he is getting more and more desperate. There seems to be fire in his throat, and his voice is hoarse, "Where has she gone? Where has she gone? Why is this child running around?"

"Young master who will find it, I will definitely find it."

Except for Zhou Jin, no one understood why he was in such a hurry.

He got back to the car, the car was still going forward, Lao Hu looked back at him: "Master, if we go further, we're going out of the city, we're going to the coast, are you going?"

"Go and see."

He dared not let go of any possible place.

Haicheng is close to the sea, the easternmost sun rises slowly on the sea level, a row of yachts and cruise ships are parked by the pier, and there are fishing boats going out to sea in the distance. He walked on the brick-paved road, looking for them one by one.

How can it be found?

Are you still in Haicheng? He thought, maybe she has some way to leave Haicheng quietly, if she leaves Haicheng, where will she go?

When it was dawn, he returned to his apartment. The room was full of people waiting for him. His eyes were blood red and his consciousness was chaotic. of?"

Fu Chuan was dumbfounded by his question: "What?"

"Find someone to help me figure out where Qiao Er is."

What else can he do?

He used hundreds of people to find her. She was so talented that she hid it so well that she didn't reveal a trace to him.

Fu Chuan knew that Nan Li had lost his mind, and he started to engage in feudal superstition, but when he opened his mouth, he could only do it.

A group of top dignitaries, top students from world-renowned schools, were finally defeated by feudal superstition, and they really hired an old monk from the monastery who was said to be proficient in the Book of Changes.

Zhou Jin shook his head, I Ching? What's the age? Does Fu Nanli really believe it?

He must be crazy.

The old monk brought a set of tools. Zhou Jin saw him arranging tortoise shells and a gossip map in Fu Nanli's living room and thought it was absurd, and he could only watch the old monk's fortune-telling absurdly.

The top students of MIT, Harvard Medical School and Stanford Business Department are desperate, and in the end they can only rely on an old monk, who can believe what they say.

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