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

He probably still hasn't recovered his memory and doesn't know she is a liar, right?

Otherwise, it would be impossible to feel sorry for her injury.

She wanted to confess several times, but he also stopped her from talking.

Wen Qiao held the quilt and listened to the cold wind howling outside the window, thinking to herself, what on earth had happened to him?

The next day we went to school. In the cafeteria, the four of us were sitting together having breakfast. Suddenly, several girls ran over with small notebooks and stared at Wen Qiao with admiration on their faces: "Are you really Mu Yue?"

Wen Qiao forced a smile.

"Can you sign an autograph for us? Your performance last night was great, and the music you composed was also great."

These girls are all students in the folk music department. They were not taken seriously in school. Now that the folk music department suddenly has such a high-achieving talent, they are proud of it.

Although many students of Western music like Shang Fan and the song "Jingzhe", they couldn't help but feel embarrassed because of their appearance. It's just a song, there's no need to be so proud.'

Lu Youyou slapped the table, and Wen Qiao pulled her back: "My sister, calm down."

Lu Youyou: "You are so awesome and yet you still suffer from their cowardice."

Lin Xiang: "When they say shit, not every shit needs a response."

Lu Youyou's fancy rainbow fart: "We, Qiao, are the ones who will achieve great things at first sight. We don't stick to trivial matters."

A sour voice came from behind: "Didn't I just compose a song? As for that? I even held a signing party, tsk."

Besides Miss Zhao, who else could be so flirtatious?

Lu Youyou folded her arms and sneered: "It's not that big of a deal, it's just a six-digit quarterly royalty fee."

Zhao Tong rolled his eyes: "I have the nerve to come up with six figures, but who is the poor one?"

Lu Youyou puffed out: "Have you ever made a penny on your own? Why do you still rely on your father to feel proud?"

"you……"

"What am I? Who allowed you to appear in the same place as me? You lost a bet and you deny it? You have ten seconds to disappear, get out!"

Zhao Tong was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

After signing, Lu Youyou said earnestly: "Although our Qiao Qiao composed a song, we are still students like everyone else. We don't need to be like this in the future. We don't need to chase her like a star, you know?"

"Yes, yes, I understand."

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After studying in the evening, Lin Xiang went to the back door convenience store to buy some food. As soon as she left the convenience store, she saw Xu Lu and planned to turn a blind eye, but Xu Lu stopped her with a smile.

Lin Xiang:......

"Are you willing to have all of you serve as Wen Qiao's foil? Your level is no worse than hers, but Wen Qiao is the only one who takes the limelight. Don't you think she is too selfish?"

Lin Xiang: "...Are you sowing discord?"

Xu Lu:......

Why the hell don't you play by the rules?

Lin Xiang: "If you want to sow discord, please watch two more episodes of Gong Du. I think your level is a bit weak."

The tone is so fucking sincere.

After saying that, he carried a few buckets of instant noodles and entered the back door.

Xu Lu was left messy in the wind.

-

He Yan designed a necklace and won an international jewelry award. He Juan held a banquet in Xiaotangshan to celebrate her.

All of He Juan's friends came to support him.

Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao there. It was cold, so Wen Qiao took off his outer coat, and underneath was a ginger-yellow thick woolen sweater. The beauty was dissolved a bit, making him look a bit cute.

The large private room was well heated. As soon as the two of them entered the private room, Fu Cheng came up to say hello: "Xiao Wen, your performance that night was really great. My brother couldn't take his eyes off it."