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

After all, Fu Nanli couldn't hold back. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissed the top of her head, and said in a helpless voice, "I'm just boiling an egg. No need for help. If you want to stay here, just keep it."

He gave in to the world.

He compromised with Wen Qiao.

There was no way he could keep her cold.

He reached out and turned on the fire and pressed a timer. After nine minutes, the eggs were cooked. After a while, they were soaked in cold water and pulled her to the living room.

The purple color on her cheeks was obvious, and he pressed the egg against her face.

Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile: "I'm really not that delicate."

Fu Nanli pressed the button lightly but did not answer.

"Our performance in Ciwen tonight was quite successful. I wore a cheongsam. The cheongsam was quite beautiful. It's a pity that you didn't see it."

Fu Nanli held her chin with his slender fingers, held the egg in his right hand and gently pressed it on her cheek. His eyes were slightly swollen, and his Adam's apple slid up and down...

It's very beautiful, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.

"After the performance, there was a lot of applause and the audience liked it very much. We performed two songs, one was House of Flying Daggers and the other was Butterfly Lovers."

Wen Qiao was not a talkative person, and she was always calm when she was with others, but now, she was afraid of being left alone, so she kept talking.

At the Ciwen Art Center, Shang Fan hurried over and the reporters had already dispersed.

As soon as he saw Mu Yue being exposed online, he hurried over with his junior sister, thinking of helping Mu Yue share the firepower.

A top idol with a girl would definitely attract the attention of reporters. He would fight for Teacher Mu Yue.

Unexpectedly, Mu Yue was already taken away by someone when they hurried over. I really didn’t expect Mu Yue to be able to break through the siege and escape.

It seemed that his trip was in vain.

Wen Qiao's phone vibrated. She quickly picked up the video invitation from Shang Fan: "What's wrong?"

Fu Nanli paused with his fingers and continued to help her reduce the swelling.

Shang Fan's voice came from the other end: "Teacher Mu Yue, have you left Ciwen? I was thinking of coming over to help you attract the attention of those reporters."

Wen Qiao:......

"How do you attract?"

"I came out with my junior sister. Reporters will definitely not let go of my scandal."

Wen Qiao: "Does your agent allow you to do this?"

Using himself to stir up scandals to divert her attention would be too much of a sacrifice for him.

"My agent can't control me, but when I went there, you had already left."

Fu Nanli's eyes were dark, and there were many people who wanted to help her out.

If he doesn't show up, someone else will.

And he couldn't help but watch another man beside her.

Wen Qiao: "Well, I got out of trouble successfully. I have to ask Brother Hao to help me solve the comments on the Internet. I still don't want to make a big deal about it. Please help me tell Brother Hao."

"Brother Hao knows, but the scenes of you being blocked do not appear on the Internet."

Wen Qiao: "Really?"

Fu Nanli glanced at her, and Wen Qiao felt his breathing slightly heavy, and quickly said to Shang Fan, "Okay, okay, I won't talk to you anymore."

He hung up the phone and looked at Fu Nanli: "Did you let people control online speech?"

Fu Nanli still held her chin and pressed the egg gently: "Well, let Fu Cheng negotiate."

Mr. Fu, in one sentence, which media is so desperate for life and dares to commit a crime?

Naturally, there is no news about Wen Qiao on the Internet.

Wen Qiao put his hands on his knees tentatively. His attitude was strange, and Wen Qiao tested his bottom line bit by bit.

The big hand wrapped around her little hand, it was warm and the fingers were tender.

"Our school has a choir on Christmas Eve and I have a solo performance. Do you have time to watch it then?"

"I have work on Christmas Eve, but I can't go." After a pause, he said, "I really have work."

"Oh, okay, let's talk about it next time we have a chance."