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

She now holds Fu Nanli's shares and Qasim's shares.

Her goal is to become bigger and stronger, first becoming the richest woman in the country, then becoming the richest woman in Asia, and finally, if she is lucky, she might become the richest woman in the world.

Pentagram?

Haha, she's not interested.

Fu Nanli's eyes were heavy: "I hope He Xihuai will stop having such wishful thinking because of this incident."

Wen Qiao: "I hope so."

Fu Nanli saw the scars on her arms at a glance.

After all, how could he not get injured if he fought with so many people?

Fu Nanli rolled up her sleeves and saw a lot of bruises on her arms and back, and they looked like scars from being hit hard with a wooden stick.

"Did they do it?"

Wen Qiao said nonchalantly: "Otherwise, could I have done it myself?"

Fu Nanli gave her some medicine to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis: "Did he hit you with a wooden stick?"

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, I was unprepared. There were more of them. I received two sticks. Those two sticks were a little painful, but the rest were fine."

Fu Nanli was worried.

Those people, he will let them sit through the bottom of the prison.

In the darkness of the He family mansion, He Xihuai sat on the leather sofa and smoked.

"Miss Ling Ning was taken away by the police."

Teresa reported everything in detail.

"Oh, I see."

Theresa said cautiously: "Do you need to talk to the police here?"

After all, this is someone who has been trained by my husband for more than ten years. Does he really need to go to jail?

He Xihuai's eyes seemed to be quenched with ice: "What kind of air is there?"

Teresa choked, knowing that she had said the wrong thing, and she did not dare to say anything out loud.

"She almost killed Wen Qiao, do you think I should let her go?"

Teresa: "No...no."

At Mr. He's place, you really only see the new ones smiling and don't hear the old ones crying. I can only say that Ling Ning is unlucky.

She was not destined to inherit the pentagram.

He Xihuai spoke again: "Don't you think Wen Qiao is still too human now?"

The voice was so sinister that it made Teresa's scalp tingle.

Compared with her husband, Wen Qiao must be too impersonal, but the girl is actually calm and rational enough.

If you calm down again, you won't be a normal person.

He Xihuai lit the cigarette ashes: "It's time to take action."

Teresa's heart tightened.

Half a month later, Wen Mo participated in the finals in Haicheng, and Wen Qiao accompanied him to record.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, it’s freezing cold in Haicheng.

During the break in recording, Wen Qiao went to the bathroom, and Si Yu accompanied her there.

Now Si Yu dared not leave Wen Qiao even an inch.

When coming out of the bathroom, Wen Qiao saw a familiar figure.

I vaguely felt that that man looked like Fu Nanli's father.

Fu Nanli showed her a photo of his father, who looked very similar to Fu Nanli.

The man was wearing a gray coat and still looked so handsome. Among the crowd, Wen Qiao hurriedly chased after him.

Si Yu grabbed her hand: "Aren't you going back to the recording site?"

Wen Qiao: "I see someone I know, let's go check it out."

Si Yu thought that this was a TV station and there were so many people, so nothing would happen, so he followed Wen Qiao forward.

In an empty video studio, the big lights were on. Wen Qiao pushed the door open and saw the man sitting in the first row of the audience.

Wen Qiao walked down the steps one by one.

There was a red carpet on the ground, and the lights coming from the stage were a bit dazzling. Her heart was beating loudly, and when she reached the first row, she stopped dead in her tracks.