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

The atmosphere had been destroyed long ago, and Fu Nanli was in a bad mood visible to the naked eye.

Wen Qiao pulled him back to the living room, and helped him tune the TV: "What channel do you like to watch?"

"Documentary channel? About scientists, Feynman, your English name is Feynman, you should like it."

On a rainy night, he was watching a documentary, and she was swiping her phone in the arms of a man.

Wen Qiao panicked and had the illusion that she and him were already an old married couple.

"Oh, that's right, the two million..."

"Hmm." He responded lightly.

"Too much, I don't need that much pocket money."

"It's not a lot of money. You take the flowers and tell me when you're done spending them."

Wen Qiao: "...Isn't this a lot of money? I can't take it. I'll transfer it to you."

"Be good, be obedient." He stroked the top of her hair as he spoke.

His attention was still on the TV, he really felt that two million was nothing, and his tone was slightly perfunctory.

Wen Qiao: ...

too difficult.

If you don’t dare to act rashly and spend it on him, they will turn around and transfer you four million yuan, keep it, and when something happens, return it to him intact.

Fu Nanli didn't want to force her to do something she didn't want to do. That night, he slept in the master bedroom and she slept in the guest room.

There was a wall, and he was sleeping very close to her. Wen Qiao rested his arms on his pillow, tossing and turning, and it took a long time before he fell asleep.

Regarding the composer of [Awakening of Insects], many students of Yangyin asked Xu Lu for verification, asking if it was her.

Xu Lu only replied, 'Don't ask, please? I just want to study hard and be a low-key student'.

This undoubtedly implies to others, "Yes, I am the composer of Jingzhe, but because I keep a low profile, you don't want to disturb my life."

Zhao Tong was the happiest: "Lulu, is it really you? I knew it was you. You composed the song you played at the sophomore student's day party yourself. Lulu, you are so talented!"

Xu Lu smiled a little forcedly.

Wen Qiao helped her compose the song for the student's day party, and only she and Wen Qiao knew about it.

Again, she was a little guilty.

"Tongtong, well, don't talk about it, I don't like to be in the limelight."

When Wen Qiao returned to school, several media cars were parked at the gate, and a group of reporters smoked and chatted around the car.

When they saw Wen Qiao, there was a commotion among the reporters. Several reporters who were waiting for Mu Yue to get impatient wanted to come over, but Lu Youyou blocked them.

Those reporters sighed, this female student is very beautiful, if they can't interview Mu Yue, they will settle for the next best thing, interviewing a school belle or something is not bad.

Wen Qiao held the yogurt in his hand and walked towards the campus while drinking it.

Suddenly, someone yelled, "Mu Yue has come out, come out."

Wen Qiao: ...?

Looking up, Xu Lu appeared at the gate of the school dressed up, and Zhao Tong was beside her with a proud face.

Lu Youyou pursed her lips: "Shang Fan has already said that Mu Yue is low-key and low-key. Xu Lu, she can't wait to come out in a small dress. Is this called low-key? Do these reporters have any brains?"

The reporters who were still paying attention to Wen Qiao rushed to Xu Lu's side.

Beautiful girls are the same;

Talented girls are rare.

Wen Qiao leaned against the trunk of the banyan tree at the school gate, drinking yogurt, while watching Xu Lu pretending to be proud, she wanted to laugh.

"Teacher Mu Yue, you are Teacher Mu Yue, right?"

Zhao Tong acted as her bodyguard: "Sorry, we just want to go out for breakfast."