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

After Li Fang left, Fu Nanli stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and smoked, his eyes reserved.

Finally, he muttered "little liar" in a low voice, his tone full of helplessness, but also a bit inexplicably doting.

He asked Lao Hu to drive to the alleyway of her home and picked her up to go to Xiaotangshan for dinner.

Looking at the person next to me, she has fair skin, delicate and bright facial features, and a slender white swan neck. Because it is so white, the veins on her neck are clearly visible. I want to bite her hard and accuse her of being bold.

After all, he still didn't want to let go and touched her head, "Where did you say we first met?"

Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him anxiously: "You...why do you ask this?"

Fu Nanli leaned his elbows on the back of the chair and played with the hair on her shoulders boredly: "Ask."

Wen Qiao said cautiously: "Have you...recovered your memory recently?"

His breathing was a little stagnant.

Fu Nanli closed his eyes lightly, and then said in a deep voice: "No."

Wen Qiao didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or to feel uneasy. She could only continue to tell the lies she had prepared: "Just... it was a rainy day, I was walking on the roadside, and your car passed by quickly. The water splashed all over me, so I chased the car and came to argue with you."

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then I fell in love with you at first sight, right?"

Wen Qiao bit the bullet and said without shame, "It should be so."

Why did she have to tell this unspeakable lie a second time?

Life is so hard.

Looking up at Fu Nanli again, the smile on his lips was somewhat meaningful. Wen Qiao touched his neck uncomfortably: "Okay, why do you ask this?"

"After all, I have no memory of that time. You said it once, but I forgot it. I want to hear you say it again."

Somehow, Wen Qiao's expression always exuded a meaning of 'I'll just watch you talk nonsense quietly'.

She must have thought too much. If someone like Fu Nanli really regained his memory, how could he still have to deal with her? With his power and position, it was just a matter of words for him to make her irrecoverable.

There is a fixed project at the end of the Yangtze School of Music, which is to organize students to go to the school's Yifu Building. Each student goes to the rooftop and shouts out his wishes for the coming year or the troubles in his life, or whatever he wants to say.

Today is the rooftop speech for freshman students.

Lu Youyou held Wen Qiao's arm and curled her lips: "What are you shouting for now?"

Wen Qiao shrugged: "The folk music department is getting better and better."

Lu Youyou pouted: "It's so official."

"Then what are you going to say?"

Lu Youyou chuckled: "I hope I can be single in the new year."

The one who was shouting on the rooftop was Xu Lu, "I hope that in the new year, I can become the pride of Yangyin, and I hope that Yangyin will get better and better."

There was applause from below.

Xu Lu stood on the rooftop and could see Wen Qiao and Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan stood behind, separated by a few people from Wen Qiao, and his eyes were always on Wen Qiao.

There were so many people applauding her, but there was no one named Zhuang Yan among them, so everything was meaningless.

After Xu Lu, several people went up and thought about their wishes for love.

After all, puppy love was forbidden in high school. Once in college, this layer of restraint is gone. Twenty-year-old, young and beautiful, is the best time to fall in love.

It was Zhuang Yan's turn. He was wearing a brown and gray checkered horn-button coat, looking like a young master from a European aristocratic school.