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

She had no choice but to send him a message: "Let's meet in the evening, okay?"

Even if he found out that she was a liar, she had to go to him and accept the Lingchi in his eyes.

All to survive.

At 5:30 in the evening, she came to Fu Nanli's apartment and rang the doorbell, because she was no longer qualified to enter directly.

There was no response, so she squatted by the wall, waiting for him to come back.

At six o'clock, the elevator door opened, and he saw the person sitting on the ground hugging her legs. His heart suddenly tightened. She looked like an abandoned stray cat in winter, pitiful and innocent.

Wen Qiao stood up, the caution in his tone clearly visible, "You...you're back."

His mandibular muscles were slightly stretched, and his fingers rubbed the edge of the captain's cap. He looked at her for a while and then said, "Why didn't you enter the house?"

Wen Qiao's reserved smile made him feel extremely dazzling. She said, "Just take a look at you. I... I'll leave first."

He stood there, motionless as a mountain, as quiet as a winter night, so cold that no one dared to say a word.

Wen Qiao cautiously passed by him, and suddenly his wrist was grabbed by him.

She waited for him for a long time, her fingers were cold.

His hands were as warm as ever.

"Why is it so cold?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Qiao's heart suffocated.

"Waiting for you for a while."

"Why don't you go inside and wait?"

Wen Qiao didn't dare to look back at him, and said in a muffled voice: "You haven't contacted me for a long time. I... thought we had broken up."

There was a long silence. Finally, the man held her hand tightly and pulled her towards the door. The sound of pressing the password was mixed with his deep voice——

"I've been a little busy lately and haven't been able to take care of you," he said.

The door opened and Wen Qiao was pulled in by him.

"I...have something to say to you..."

Before he finished speaking, his kiss fell.

It was obvious that the person who had been surrounded by a cold body just now seemed to have been heated up by the floor heating in the apartment.

This kiss was different from usual.

Because he bit her.

With a bit of ferocity and punitive undertones.

After a while, Wen Qiao sat on the sofa with a good posture. Fu Nanli sat opposite her, leaned forward slightly, took out a tissue and put it on the corner of her mouth, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Qiao wanted to nod, but he bit hard, which of course hurt.

"It doesn't hurt."

There was humility and flattery in her eyes, which made Fu Nanli feel unhappy and lowered his eyes, "You can say it hurts, it's my fault."

Wen Qiao still shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

The bleeding stopped, and seeing the wound made Fu Nanli feel heartbroken, and his face became gloomy.

Wen Qiao stopped talking and then spoke: "I have something to say to you."

She wanted to confess to him, but the lie was buried deep in her heart, making her feel guilty after all.

His rough thumb gently rubbed the corner of her mouth: "No need to say anything, I will take you back."

"Can……"

The look in his eyes showed that he didn't want to hear anything she said.

Wen Qiao's heart started to tremble, and he pulled her out. When she went downstairs, she asked: "Then... can I still come to you in the future?"

She could no longer see clearly what he was thinking.

"We are boyfriend and girlfriend, why can't you come to me?"

The entrance door downstairs opened, and the night outside was as cold as water. Fu Nanli took her hand and walked out.

Fu Nanli opened the car door for her but did not get in the car. Wen Qiao opened the car window and looked up at the tall man: "At the Wenci Art Center on Thanksgiving night, our folk music club will have a performance. Do you have time to come and watch it?" ?”

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