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

"Yeah, I've seen it in the restaurant before."

"I heard that the captain dotes on her very much."

"I'm so envious. The captain seems to be completely obedient to her."

Zhao Yuan clicked her tongue: "Captain Fu doesn't like others talking about him. Okay, everyone, please go home and rest."

The stewardesses dragged their suitcases and left the airport with a chattering sound.

Wen Qiao pointed to the photo, "Does she still want to kiss you?"

Fu Nanli finally snatched her phone, pressed and pressed it with both hands and feet, and deleted several photos in a row.

Wen Qiao chuckled: "It has been imprinted in my mind. When I have normal contact with men in the future, I hope Mr. Fu will not be too double-standard."

Fu Nanli took the person into his arms: "Special circumstances, special treatment."

Wen Qiao: "Then you have double standards."

"You are young and can be easily deceived, but I am different."

Wen Qiao:......

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When Fu Nanli was in a meeting, Wen Qiao was in his office. He prepared snacks and ordered hot milk tea.

Wen Qiao rarely had free time, so he read some passionate comics. With the heavy snow falling outside, he felt that life was comfortable and leisurely.

It was already noon when Fu Nanli finished the meeting.

As soon as he entered the office, Wen Qiao fed him a wave of caramel milk green. Fu Nanli frowned: "It's too sweet."

Wen Qiao: "It's three-thirds sweet, is it still sweet?"

"I don't eat sweets."

Wen Qiao thought, this young master is really difficult to maintain.

"Then let's go have lunch."

The two went to a wagyu barbecue restaurant. Fu Nanli would never choose this kind of restaurant before, but now it is becoming more and more down-to-earth.

Wen Qiao was taken care of by the eldest young master throughout the whole process. He grilled the meat, turned it over, and cut it into small pieces. Wen Qiao picked up a small piece of beef with chopsticks, dipped it in some sauce, and tore off a small piece of leftovers to wrap. , brought to his mouth.

Fu Nanli opened his mouth and accepted her feeding.

The division of labor is also clear.

"I haven't had much work since the year before. Can I take a few days off? Do you want to go somewhere to play?"

Wen Qiao: "No, you are so busy. Since you are taking a break, you should take a real break. Stay at home, do nothing, and stop going out to play."

Fu Nanli looked at her: "I will be busier next year. If you want to go out to play again, I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you."

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "I'm not a playful person. Just stay at your place and I can cook for you."

"Let the nanny do it."

Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes: "Master, what do you mean? Do you think my cooking is not delicious?"

Fu Nanli rubbed her head: "Don't be a villain, I don't want you to have a hard time."

Wen Qiao picked up a small piece of plum pork, dipped it in some sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The place they were sitting in was a semi-open private room, and the people inside could be vaguely seen outside the hollow wooden grid.

When He Qian passed by, she happened to see Wen Qiao feeding Fu Nanli. The man's eyes were the same as a year ago, still affectionate and doting. As long as Wen Qiao was around, he couldn't see anyone else.

There was some sauce on the corner of his mouth, and Wen Qiao took out a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth.

They were just like ordinary lovers, feeding each other as if no one else was around. Fu Nanli was no longer the inhumane work machine he was before, and had become much more humane.

But this human touch is custom-made and only belongs to Wen Qiao.

A friend called her: "He Qian..."

She quickly walked to the door quickly.