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

The driver hurriedly turned the steering wheel half a circle and slowly raised the window without any nostalgia.

As the cool breeze hit, Zhou Tao lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, folded his arms, turned and walked towards the community.

In the rearview mirror, Wang Hui glanced at Zhou Tao and said cautiously: "Master, I didn't expect that my wife lives in a community like this. It seems that the access control and security measures are not very good."

Lu Wenzhou glanced at her, "What? Are you moved by her misfortune?"

Wang Hui quickly shook his head: "No young master, it's me who talks too much."

Lu Wenzhou glanced at the rearview mirror. A deliveryman riding an electric bicycle almost hit her when he squeezed into the gate of the community. The security guard on the side pulled her up. She seemed to be thanking the security guard.

Then he withdrew his gaze and let out a light chuckle.

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Wen Qiao arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment almost at the same time as him. He had just returned from flying abroad and was still wearing the captain's uniform. When Wen Qiao entered, he put down the captain's suitcase in his hand.

The soft and slender waist was held by the man, and a low and hoarse voice rang in his ears: "You can sell your boyfriend for 500 million, huh?"

Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile: "Fifty million, that's a lot. Can I not be moved?"

Fu Nanli carried the person to the living room: "Your boyfriend is worth hundreds of billions, and you are impressed by a mere 500 million?"

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "One hundred billion? That much?"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Wen Qiao got off him, holding a bottle of champagne in his left hand and a rose in his right hand, with smiles dotted in his eyes.

Fu Nanli put one hand in his trouser pocket and leaned lazily against the floor-to-ceiling window. He rubbed the top of her hair with his other hand: "What are you doing?"

Wen Qiao's eyes were sly: "I respect Mr. Fu, the discerning investor. The first movie you produced won five Golden Lion Award nominations."

Fu Nanli took the rose and placed it on the high round table nearby. He took the champagne, found a corkscrew, opened the bottle cap, and poured a glass.

Wen Qiao was anxious: "Why just one cup?"

Fu Nanli held her waist and put the rim of the goblet to her mouth: "You can only take two sips."

"Believe it or not, my drinking ability is okay now and has improved."

Fu Nanli squinted at her: "Did you exercise at the wine table? How many parties have you attended?"

Wen Qiao quickly pushed his hand and slowly raised the wine glass, took a sip of champagne, and a trace of it leaked from the corner of her mouth. Fu Nanli's rough thumb wiped the corner of her lips, and her Adam's apple rolled.

The fresh and refreshing fruity aroma filled his lips and teeth. Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile, "I didn't attend many parties, I just drank a few times with Lu Youyou and the others."

Fu Nanli held the wine glass and took two sips. The man tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and the angle of his jawline was sexy and superior.

"Didn't I tell you not to drink while I'm away?"

Wen Qiao squinted one eye and gestured with his hand: "I just drank a little, I am sensible."

Fu Nanli took the person into his arms with one hand, and the fruity aroma of alcohol seemed to brush against his nose. "From now on, you can only drink in front of me, do you hear me?"

Wen Qiao was embarrassed: "But you are very busy. In addition to busy with the company, you also have to fly a plane. It is impossible for you to attend every dinner party of my small company."

Fu Nanli pinched her face: "Aren't they all a group of children? Drink whatever you want, just drink."

Wen Qiao smiled and said: "The average person in our company is in their twenties, so why are we still children? Brother, are you too far away from the early twenties, so you think we are children?"