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

The car was parked next to the playground. When the bodyguard saw him arriving, he opened the door for him. Even though he was depressed, he stopped by the car, put his hand on the roof of the car, and protected her into the car.

Zhuang Yan, who originally had no intention of coming to the welcome party, saw the short videos in the group that were flooding the screen, and none of them were Wen Qiao.

She is wearing a long red Hanfu dress and a veil with gold thread on her face. She is breathtakingly beautiful.

He hurried over and saw Fu Nanli carrying her into the car.

The car slowly left in front of him. Through the half-open window, Wen Qiao even glanced casually. She raised her chin slightly, with no wave in her eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger.

When the car was far away, Zhuang Yan threw his cell phone angrily.

In the past, it was Wen Qiao who chased his shadow;

Now that things have changed, when he looked back at her, she was no longer waiting for him.

The lights in the car flickered on and off, and Fu Nanli was still wearing the captain's uniform, with his captain's cap beside him.

Wen Qiao gathered up the hem of her skirt and turned her head to look at him. The man seemed to be surrounded by an aura of hostility, with a 'keep away from strangers' expression on his face.

"Are you tired?" Wen Qiao leaned over.

Fu Nanli held her hand: "Do you think I'm tired?"

Wen Qiao: "Like."

Fu Nanli:......

What followed was a long silence. The driver, Lao Hu, was anxious for his young master. It would not be embarrassing to speak out if he was jealous. If you don't speak out, the little girl won't understand what you are thinking.

Oops, urgent.

Wen Qiao wanted to make him happy, so she even pulled out the video of her and Shang Fan performing on the same stage on her phone to show him: "They all said that our collaboration with Shang Fan was unexpectedly good, and it even became a hot search on Weibo."

Lao Hu:......

Xiao Wen, aren't you adding fuel to the fire?

Fu Nanli lowered his eyes. In the short ten-second video, Shang Fan looked back at Wen Qiao five or six times.

"Does it look good?"

Added more fire.

Fu Nanli squeezed Wen Qiao's wrist, and Wen Qiao could feel the man's strength.

"Wen Qiao, did you do this on purpose?"

"Wha...what?"

"Show the video of you and Shang Fan looking at each other affectionately to your boyfriend to deliberately anger me?"

Wen Qiao: "...deep...looking at each other affectionately? How did you see that we looked at each other affectionately?"

His imagination is too rich.

"Besides, you are my boyfriend, why should I anger you?"

The car had stopped downstairs at the apartment he rented, and the driver, Lao Hu, said, "Master, I'm leaving first," and quickly ran away.

The streetlights were dim, with graceful light and shade. The cold light of the badge on the man's collar shone lightly on his chin, making his facial features appear deeper and deeper. The man's thin lips slowly opened——

"What's your relationship with Shang Fan? Why did he hug you alone after the performance?"

Wen Qiao knew that all his unhappiness came from the interaction between her and Shang Fan. She carefully put away her phone and scratched her head, "Did you only hug me?"

When she saw him, she couldn't wait to leave the stage and didn't notice Shang Fan's actions behind him.

With a strong force on his hand, she was dragged into his arms.

"Yes, I only hugged you." He gritted his teeth.

The young master was not very happy.

"I really didn't pay attention, so I won't let others hug me from now on, okay?"

Anger was already hovering in the top of her head. Fu Nanli thought she couldn't say anything nice to coax him, but he didn't expect that she gave in quickly. The ends of her eyes were slightly drooped, and her soft little hands were put on his shoulders. Her voice was soft and gentle. .