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

Wen Qiao nodded again: "Well, I see."

When they arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, Wen Qiao sat at the table and wrote a review. Fu Nanli poured her a glass of honey lemonade and sat and watched.

Dad's boyfriend really has a heart to worry about.

Wen Qiao wrote three big characters in the review book, and then stopped writing. After a while, he turned to look at Fu Nanli, "I have no experience and can't write."

Fu Nanli squinted: "See what I do? Do I have experience?"

Wen Qiao slapped the table: "My little Chi must have experience in this area."

Fu Nanli:  …

What's with the joy in your tone?

Wen Qiao made a video call to Wen Chi, and after connecting, he asked, "How to write this review?"

Wen Chi was stunned for a while, then excited: "Wen Qiao, what are you doing?"

Wen Qiao tutted lightly, "Don't talk nonsense, just tell me how to write it."

"You got into a fight?"

"It's not a fight, it's just some physical conflict."

"Isn't it just a fight?"

Wen Qiao sighed: "Okay, even if it's a fight, let's talk, how to write a review?"

Fu Nali watched her and her younger brother discussing matters about writing the review with great enthusiasm. She couldn't help pressing her swollen temple.

In the end, Wen Qiao stared at the person on the screen: "You are very experienced, and you fight a lot."

Wen Chi pointed at her: "Wen Qiao, you fish for law enforcement, and you cross the river to demolish the bridge."

Wen Qiao hung up directly.

After that, he began to bury his head in writing the review, and said something in his mouth: "On June 1st, I had a quarrel with my teammates at the entrance of the cafeteria with the other party. Due to the stimulation of the other party's words, I couldn't control my temper..."

I stopped a few times to look at Fu Nanli: "Eight hundred characters is really a lot."

Fu Nanli put the template from Baidu on the phone in front of her: "Let's see if I can refer to it."

This is unconditional favor. Even if his child said that he was going to cheat in the exam, Master Fu would probably buy the answers at a high price to cooperate with her.

She leaned her head over and looked at the screen. Her hair was thin and soft, with a natural tea chestnut color. Fu Nanli couldn't help but reached out and touched it, "How is it? Is there any reference value?"

"Well, yes, after I read it, Wen Siquan gushed."

After half an hour, a review was finally finished.

Fu Nanli checked it, and every word was sincere. If he wanted to come to the school to see it, he would be forgiven.

He took her to the living room, sat on the sofa with her, and took out the medicine box.

"What?" She looked at what bottle cap his slender fingers were twisting.

"The scratches on the face need to be dealt with."

He dipped some iodine with a cotton swab and helped her deal with some wounds. Wen Qiao put his hand on his leg and said indifferently, "This little injury, why do you need it..."

Fu Nanli glanced at her, and Wen Qiao kept silent.

The TV behind him happened to be on the financial channel, and the anchor of Yicai was broadcasting financial news. Wen Qiao seemed to hear the anchor mention Zhonghuan, Zhongchen or something.

"Isn't that your company?"

Fu Nanli gave a "um".

Wen Qiao listened and said, "Have you taken down the development project of Nanbin Island?"

In this kind of business battle with a little bit of dark knowledge, Fu Nanli didn't really want to teach Wen Qiao, and he seemed a little black-bellied. He still wanted to leave a more positive image in Wen Qiao's heart.

He said, "Well, it's almost there."