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

Ten minutes later, steak pasta and tomato and mushroom soup were served on the table. Wen Qiao sat at the table with swollen lips, raised his foot, and gently kicked the man opposite: "Who allowed you..."

His ankle was immediately grabbed by a strong hand: "Since I'm not familiar with it, it doesn't seem to matter to you whether I'm feeling well or not. Why do you come to care about me?"

Wen Qiao has no words.

Immediately, I felt Wen Chi's mood.

So angry.

Seeing her slumped and not speaking, Fu Nanli felt a little more cheerful, released her ankle, and said in a deep voice, "Let's have dinner."

Wen Chi was arrogantly tyrannizing and smashing the society in the Nine High School, but he was innocent and weak in front of his sister;

Wen Qiao was arrogantly tyrannizing and tying up Sister Tianshui outside, and she was weak and innocent in front of Fu Nanli.

Wen Qiao was in pain.

"Aren't you busy?"

When Fu Nanli helped her cut the steak, Wen Qiao was bored and chatted casually.

"Um."

"In the past, the flight schedule was tight, but now I have to fly again, and I have to deal with Zhonghuan's affairs. I have to go on business trips every three days."

"Um."

"Then where do you have time to exercise?"

The steak was cut into pieces, the plate was pushed to her hand, and the boiled broccoli didn't look very appetizing, but for health, Fu Nanli forced her to eat it.

"There is always time to squeeze in."

"Do you exercise every day?"

"almost."

Wincho looked at him with his cheek: "What are you doing so diligently?"

"In order to hold my girlfriend with one hand without panting." His voice was sexy, his slender fingers were holding a knife and a fork, and his forearm line was so beautiful that people couldn't look away. When he spoke like this, Wen Qiao couldn't stop his ears. hot.

"You don't have to work so hard, work is so busy, these unimportant things can be put aside."

Fu Nanli glanced at her, Wen Qiao's neck froze, feeling that he saw through the feeling of Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, and felt a little guilty.

"Just take half an hour to practice every night, it doesn't take time."

Wen Qiao turned over the steak on the plate and replied "Oh" in a low voice.

After dinner was over, there was still the afterglow of the setting sun in the living room. Fu Nali, who had washed the dishes, came to her. He was dressed at home, with a loose white shirt on the upper body and loose khaki linen trousers on the bottom, with the trousers hanging loosely on his feet.

As he came over, he put down his rolled up sleeves, sat beside Wen Qiao, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

It's so hard to die, the TV show is actually broadcasting the transfer of the famous painting of sunflowers.

Wen Qiao coughed lightly: "I want to watch a variety show."

Fu Nanli took the person into his arms familiarly. He has already played enough of the little love game for children. This is the end of it. From today onwards, have a good relationship. Don't play the game of you chasing me, I will chasing you.

"Look at it later."

The program described in great detail the thrills that Sunflower encountered on the way from the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam to the British Museum.

Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and didn't mention her m club. Naturally, they all secretly pretended to be passers-by to protect famous paintings from being stolen.

Fu Nanli said solemnly, "My friends in the UK said that they have some rumors over there."

Wen Qiao: "What rumor?"

"It is said that there were several waves of thieves trying to steal this sunflower."

Wen Qiao vaguely felt sweat on his forehead, because he was very accurate.