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

He obviously told her that he was in good condition two days ago. Who stimulated him? I don't know if the other party's injury is serious. If it is serious, Wen Chi may not be able to go to school normally, and may have to be sent to a juvenile detention center, which will have a greater impact on his emotions and spirit.

Being so gentle can also have an impact.

Fu Nanli touched her head and said in a deep voice, "It'll be okay. Don't scare yourself."

Wen Qiao, who was used to doing everything by himself, felt his embrace was broad and warm, and nodded vigorously: "Yes."

The car soon arrived at the Ninth Middle School. Several police cars were parked in front of the Ninth Middle School. The students coming out of the school were all frightened and discussing in low voices——

"Well, I took a knife and stabbed several of them."

"It's so scary."

"I was on the edge, so scared."

"I heard that one person was seriously injured, I'm afraid..."

"Stop talking, the teacher won't let us talk."

Wen Qiao's face turned paler, and he hurriedly walked to the campus holding his breath. His chest was deprived of oxygen, his legs were weak, and his eyes were filled with white.

She was afraid.

So scared.

Her only hope is that her family is safe and healthy.

The campus of No. 9 Middle School was so big that her legs felt weak. Suddenly, someone called her from behind——

"Wen Qiao."

Wen Qiao's heart suddenly stopped. Looking back, Wen Chi was wearing the white shirt uniform of No. 9 Middle School, standing in the sun, looking at her.

There was obvious blood stains on the hem of his shirt. Wen Qiao was choked for breath. He ran over and looked at him with red eyes: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Wen Qiao's hand holding his arm trembled a little: "No one caught you?"

"Why are you arresting me?"

Wen Qiao was stunned: "I heard that a student from No. 9 Middle School hurt someone, wasn't it you?"

Wen Chi rubbed her head: "If I really hurt someone, could I still stand in front of you? Are you stupid?"

Wen Qiao's eyes were slightly hot: "Is it really not you?"

"It's not me. The one I told you last time. His mother didn't think he was sick. It was him. He hurt someone with a knife. I was the one who subdued him in the end, so there was blood on his body."

Survival?

A false alarm?

These words could best comfort her heart, which was panicking to death.

She was selfishly glad that it was not him, and it was not her brother Wen Chi.

Wen Qiao patted him on the head: "You scared me to death, do you know that?"

Wen Chi covered his head: "Why are you hitting someone again? Sister, this is school, can you give me some face?"

He is the bully of the Ninth Middle School. It's so shameless to have so many people staring at him.

"You must control your emotions in the future, you know?"

Wen Chi felt aggrieved: "I've been controlling it all the time. It's pretty good."

"Don't forget to take your medicine, okay?"

"I eat on time every day. Sister, don't worry. I'm such a grown-up person and I will take care of myself."

"Who worries about you?"

Wen Chi hooked her neck: "You said you didn't worry, thinking that the perpetrator was me. Did you cry when you saw how anxious you were?"

Wen Qiao gave him an elbow, and Wen Chi quickly let go of her: "How can the young master of the Fu family tolerate you?"

Fu Nanli stepped forward and took Wen Qiao's hand: "It's okay."

Wen Qiao felt very embarrassed. Fu Nanli had seen everything like the sky falling just now.

Why is she so uncalm?

Wen Chi curled his lips, no wonder, this Wen Qiao has two faces.

"Where's Xiao Mo? Let's go home together. There shouldn't be any classes in the afternoon, right?"