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

"Don't worry, Lulu, Hai Mao has always been unambiguous in clarifying this matter. The official statement tonight will definitely slap Wen Qiao in the face."

Xu Lu: ...Haha.

The group returned to school, and Jin Xuan also went to their dormitory. They all held their mobile phones and followed the news on Hai Mao's official blog.

Until twelve o'clock in the evening, there was no movement on Haimao's official blog.

The slap-in-the-face scene they were looking forward to did not happen.

Jin Xuan, the planner of this operation, became a little uneasy and said quickly: "If we don't issue a statement today, we will definitely issue it tomorrow. You have also seen that although they did not come out to deny it, they did not claim it. If they did not claim it, it means Wen Qiao Not Mu Yue."

Wen Qiao had to admit that she was Mu Yue only after being questioned about the situation at the door of her house. She had already told Brother Hao to handle the matter in advance. She did not want the matter to escalate.

Originally a composer behind the scenes, Shang Fan attracted more attention mainly because he was a top performer.

After two days, no one would be chasing her to report on her.

In order to reduce the heat, it can only be treated coldly.

Xu Lu glanced at Jin Xuan and had nothing to say. Zhao Tong really found a pig teammate and took a towel into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Tweet it, Haimao music director Song Hao posted it on Weibo."

Xu Lu immediately left the bathroom. She still had a little hope in her heart. She hoped that Mu Yue was not Wen Qiao and that a miracle would happen.

@Song Hao: I hope all media friends will not pay too much attention to our behind-the-scenes teachers and cause inconvenience to the teachers’ lives. She also said not to occupy too many public resources. @Shang Fan’s new ep is already in post-production. It will be released before Christmas. I hope everyone will pay more attention to the new song. Thank you all media friends for your cooperation. Thank you all!

After Jin Xuan finished reading word for word, Xu Lu's heart sank to the bottom, and she returned to the bathroom with a sullen face.

A slap in the face?

The slaps are clearly on the faces of those with evil intentions.

For example, Jin Xuan, Zhao Tong, and herself.

Her heart was heaving violently. Now she was really jealous of Wen Qiao. After going to college, everything changed. The Wen Qiao that everyone could laugh at in the Ninth Middle School was now above her. The limelight lasted for a while.

She will change this situation, she will definitely change.

Zhao Tong was stunned: "What do you mean? Why...why didn't you deny that Wen Qiao was Mu Yue?"

Jin Xuan was a little flustered: "But I didn't admit that Wen Qiao was Mu Yue."

Zhao Tong threw the book in his hand: "Isn't this just a disguised claim?"

Do you think she is stupid?

Jin Xuan was at a loss for words.

Zhao Tong breathed out: "It's all your fault. You spent a lot of time and hired so many sailors to set the pace online. In the end, you fulfilled Wen Qiao and made her famous."

Jin Xuan could only give in: "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully."

Zhao Tong's temples were pounding and he had a severe headache: "Let's go back to your dormitory. Don't bother me here."

Jin Xuan ran away quickly.

Zhao Tong was so angry that she cursed the Three-Character Classic. In order to mess with Wen Qiao, she not only worked hard, but also spent a lot of money. You can't spend money to hire a navy? The reporters were not allowed to spend money, but in the end, they didn't expect that all the money was wasted, and Wen Qiao had to endure the glory.

Just thinking about it makes me angry.

Just thinking about it makes me feel sick.

That night, Wen Qiao was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and having trouble falling asleep. Fu Nanli had a strange attitude. He ignored her for more than ten days and was indifferent to her, but in the past few days, he seemed to have warmed to her again.