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

Therefore, Fu Nanli, who sent them to the alley, had an excuse to 'break into the house'.

The house and yard are small, but lively and warm, and are kept clean and tidy. There is a small flower bed under the courtyard wall, a banyan tree in the yard, a persimmon tree and a ginkgo tree beside the wall.

After all this fuss, it was already evening.

Wen Qiao was hungry when she only ate half of her meal at Xiaotangshan before: "Shall I cook dumplings for you?"

Wen Chi rolled up his sleeves: "I'll do it."

"I'll come, you and Xiaomo go do your homework."

Wen Qiao entered the kitchen, followed by Fu Nanli. Wen Qiao took out a large bag of dumplings from the freezer: "This is simple. You don't need your help. Just go and sit outside."

He leaned against the old elm door.

He had never cooked or washed his hands to make soup, so he didn't know where to start to help her. He just watched her. After watching too much, he should be able to do it.

"Boil an egg."

"Huh? Do you want some eggs?"

"Cook it."

Wen Qiao cooked a hard-boiled egg.

After adding cold water to the big pot three times, the dumplings were cooked, and they were steaming. Her whole body was covered in the heat, and her beauty was more smoky. It touched his heartstrings and made people throb more than dusk.

"Do you eat spicy food?"

Fu Nanli frowned: "I won't eat."

Wen Qiao mixed three sauces, a sesame oil dish, a vinegar dish, and a chili sauce, and carried them into the yard.

Fu Nanli was not in a hurry to eat the dumplings. Instead, he picked up the egg, took Wen Qiao's hand, and pressed the egg on the bruise on her forehead.

Wen Qiao's heartstrings moved, and it turned out that this was the purpose of boiling eggs.

"Does it still hurt?"

Wen Qiao shook his head: "Fortunately, it's not broken. It will be fine in two days."

Wen Chi: "How did you do it?"

"I hit it accidentally."

"You didn't think you were in trouble because you thought something happened to me, did you?"

"Dumplings can't stop your mouth, can they?"

Wen Chi felt distressed and speechless: "Aren't you a very calm person? Even if something happens to me, don't be like this."

"Shut up, nothing will happen."

Fu Nanli gently rolled the egg on her bruises with his fingers. Reflecting the sunset, her pupils were amber, like glass. The thin green veins under her eyes were clearly visible, and her skin was like white glaze. Touching her chin, the touch was addictive.

"As long as I'm here, nothing will happen. If anything happens, I will take care of it for you."

This sentence is said lightly, but its weight is extremely heavy.

Wen Qiao looked at him gratefully: "Thank you."

After dinner, as dusk fell, Wen Chi was diligent and took over the dishwashing business.

"Look in your bedroom."

Wen Qiao then led Fu Nanli to her bedroom. It was a small room, but it was decorated warmly, with smoky pink sheets, plush toys lying on the bedside, the desk was full of books, and the white curtains fluttered in the wind. The setting sun fell on the floor, and the room was peaceful.

He was too tall and couldn't turn around when he entered the room.

Wen Qiao took out the music sheet on the table and wanted to introduce it to him. When she turned around, she was in the man's arms. The man leaned against the brown wardrobe and naturally put his arms around her waist.

The wind blows the curtains, and the dim light flickers on his handsome face. Wen Qiao's heart skips a beat——

"This is the top ten pipa... um..."

The man sealed her lips.

Like the charming male ghost she hides in the hut in the weird novel, it makes people's hearts beat faster.

Trouble, oh trouble.

Who says men can't be a disaster.