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

Wen Qiao could only take out her mobile phone from her pocket, and in front of Su Ying's surprised eyes, she scanned Fu Nanli's QR code.

"When will you invite me to dinner?" Master Fu's tone was obviously filled with joy.

Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile: "You must be busy, right?"

Fu Nanli put away the phone: "If you make an appointment, I'll be free at any time."

Su Ying: ? ?

She doesn't understand the world.

Wen Qiao raised her face and squinted at him. Hey, brother, Fu Nanli raised her eyebrows: "I still have something to do. If you want to make an appointment with me, tell me on WeChat anytime."

The child is in a state of frizz, and she may have to quarrel with him if she stays, so she should evacuate in time and let her digest it by herself.

The black Maybach started the engine, and Wen Qiao exhaled, okay, okay, it seemed reasonable.

Turning around, Su Ying was still stunned, Wen Qiao flipped her hair: "Did I tell you that I can definitely catch up with Fu Nanli."

Su Ying felt a little pain in her face, and when she looked at Wen Qiao's face again, she felt that it was very dazzling. There really is no man who can escape the temptation of beauty.

But he still refused to admit defeat: "It's just that I gave you a WeChat ID. The wealthy are rich and small, and you are playing!"

"You can't insult Fu Nanli just because you're not convinced. He's not that kind of person. If I tell this to him, you will receive a lawyer's letter from the Fu family's lawyers tomorrow. Do you believe it?"

Su Ying's heart shuddered: "You really are ungrateful. It's my mother who asked me to bring you big cherries specially. It's better for dogs to eat than you."

After speaking, he threw all the cherries into the trash can in anger.

Wen Qiao grabbed her and said, "You forgot to sort the garbage. Boxes and cherries can't be thrown in one trash can."

Su Ying: "Are you sick!"

"Also, you are wasting food, take it out."

A sanitation worker came over on an electric bike not far away, but Su Ying had no choice but to bend over to take out two boxes of cherries from the trash can, and then hand it over to the sanitation worker, and looked at Wen Qiao sternly: "Here Strangers don't give you either!"

Wen Qiao shrugged, her cousin is also a junior, how could she be so mentally retarded?

Did she say she wanted cherries?

Can't she buy it herself?

She was really speechless.

Su Ying angrily stopped a taxi and whistled away from Wen Qiao's eyes.

Wen Qiao sucked, but she wanted to see if Wen Qiao could catch up with Mr. Fu, and even if he did, it would last for a few days.

How many days can the freshness of the rich and small be maintained? three months? half a year? One year at the top.

Wen Qiao put her hands in her pockets and went to the fruit shop at the entrance of the alley to have a look. She really wanted to eat cherries. She bought some cherries, as well as some bayberry and mango. Uncle Xu from the fruit shop generously erased them for her. For a fraction of more than three yuan, sixty yuan bought these fruits.

Then went home.

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Fu Nanli gave Wen Qiao a courtyard house before, and it was returned. He knew that Wen Qiao didn't like to accept his gifts. The children have strong self-esteem and really have the ability to make money.

He asked Qin Bei to contact him with Ji Mingyuan.

Speaking of which, this Mr. Ji and his cousin Ji Xianzheng can really be regarded as distant relatives, but they are too far apart, and the five generations are separated. Ji Mingyuan is not a person who loves relationships, and he is also a small business of his own. Very content.

In the cafe near Shuying Road, Ji Mingyuan looked at Master Fu in front of him a little embarrassedly. He didn't understand what was going on when he called him out.