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

Fu Nanli received the video from Qin Bei on his computer. He clicked on it and saw that the man was wearing a mask and a peaked cap, as if he didn't want others to see his appearance. The picture on the recorder was very clear. When he turned around, There was momentary eye contact with the recorder.

He reached out and pressed the pause button. From that second of contact, he could tell that it was someone he knew.

It's... Gu Xiao.

Fu Nanli's heartstrings trembled because it was so reasonable. Gu Xiao was his younger brother. If he could be Wen Qiao's medicine, of course Gu Xiao could too.

His mind suddenly became confused.

"Master, did you see it? I looked at the people in that video, and some of them looked like... Gu Xiao."

Fu Nanli immediately said: "I know, hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Nanli sat in the chair, his thoughts a little complicated.

Qiaoer didn't have to rely on him alone. There was another person in the world who she could rely on, and that person was his brother.

He felt uncomfortable inside. Of course he wanted to be her only one, but the brief confusion soon passed. He told himself that this was not a bad thing.

If anything happens to him, Wen Qiao will at least have another layer of protection.

It's not a good thing for him, he has a strong competitor.

But for Qiaoer, this is a good thing.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, and then he noticed that it was raining outside, and the rain was heavy. Although the room was warm, he seemed to feel the cold outside.

He stood in front of the window for half an hour, seemingly not thinking about anything.

Wen Qiao finished breakfast slowly, put away the dishes diligently, and wiped his hands. The study was quiet. It was really hard for him to deal with official business early in the morning.

She ground some coffee beans with her own hands, brewed a cup of fragrant coffee and carried it to his study.

He was standing by the window smoking without holding a phone or any report documents. He didn't even notice that she entered the room.

Wen Qiao put the small tray on his desk and walked behind him, "Are you worried about business?"

She suddenly made a sound. Fu Nanli put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray with a finger. He opened the floor-to-ceiling window a little, and the cold air outside came in. The cold wind blew the rain, and Wen Qiao was wrapped in his arms. The warm embrace and the crisp cold wind are in sharp contrast.

"Why did you get in?"

"Did I interrupt your work?"

Fu Nanli: "Not really."

When he looked up, he saw the steaming coffee, "Did you make it?"

Wen Qiao: "The snail girl made it."

Fu Nanli chuckled: "Let me see how the snail girl is doing."

Fu Nanli picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. Wen Qiao looked at him expectantly. Fu Nanli looked satisfied, "Well, it tastes even better than the brew made by an internationally renowned barista."

Wen Qiao rubbed his chin: "I think the friendship points are too heavy, Mr. Fu, don't you think so?"

Fu Nanli took two more sips: "After tasting it carefully, I have endless aftertaste. We Qiaoer are indeed talented in everything we do, and our coffee is better than ordinary people."

Wen Qiao only thought that he was coaxing her to play. After drinking a cup of coffee, while he was working, she looked through the data on the tablet computer, all about Metsä Pharmaceuticals.

His study was very large, and Wen Qiao was sitting on the shag carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The heating was turned on fully, and she was a little drowsy.

I went on the Internet, looked at the stock indexes of major internationally renowned pharmaceutical companies, and browsed news about the pharmaceutical industry. Currently, drugs related to blood diseases are being developed around the world.