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

Fu Nanli pinched her face and said, "You are an ordinary passenger and you will not bring any criticism to me."

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst."

"obedient."

Wen Qiao thought deeply: "Well, that's okay."

When Fu Nanli flew to country m to deal with the mini-bond and subprime crisis, Wen Qiao was taking the final exam.

Lu Youyou and Chunxiao, two people who were usually addicted to CP, panicked during the final exam and started cramming and reading day and night.

The final exam is divided into cultural courses and professional courses.

Each professional course exam is taken individually. The invigilators are two deans, one is the conductor Dean Qin Feng, and the other is the composer Vice Dean Yu Sen.

Wen Qiao and Lin Xiang were calm and relaxed. Whether it was cultural classes or professional classes, they were all in order.

The two-and-a-half days of final exams were finally over. Lu Youyou and Chunxiao walked out arm-in-arm and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qiao rubbed Lu Youyou's head: "How did you do in the exam?"

Lu Youyou hung on Wen Qiao: "I think there should be no need to make up the exam."

"Is this all you want to pursue?"

"That's all for pursuing it."

They can take professional courses, but Lu Youyou feels a little unsure about cultural courses.

But fortunately, the final exam was over and she could finally have fun. She hugged Wen Qiao's neck and said, "My idol's concert is on the 16th of the twelfth lunar month. You must go to see it with me."

Wen Qiao made an OK gesture.

Lu Youyou pretended to kiss her, but Wen Qiao pushed her away. Lu Youyou's drama possessed her: "I can't even kiss her anymore, right? It's someone's exclusive, right?"

Wen Qiao rubbed her head: "You don't even dare to kiss me."

Lu Youyou shrank her neck. She didn't dare to compete with Young Master Fu. Forget it, she wouldn't be embarrassed if she lost to Young Master Fu.

They met on a narrow road, and met the noble sisters Zhao Tong, Xu Lu, Jinxuan, and Wen Qiao, whose name I couldn't name.

Xu Lu's nose was healed, and the plaster was removed. It seemed that it was raised a little, which gave her a chance to have her face reshaped.

Zhao Tong was still wearing a plaster and a mask. When he saw the culprit, Wen Qiao, he couldn't help but get angry.

"Wen Qiao."

As soon as Wen Qiao raised his hand, Zhao Tong was so scared that he hid behind Xu Lu: "I didn't say anything now. If you dare to hit me, I will sue you."

Wen Qiao stroked his hair: "I just stroked my hair, what are you feeling guilty about?"

People passing by laughed mercilessly.

Zhao Tong pointed at her angrily: "Wen Qiao, what are you proud of? You don't have a share in the scholarship anyway. I've done the math. The first-class scholarship belongs to Zhuang Yan, the second-class scholarship belongs to Xu Lu, and the third-class scholarship belongs to me."

Lu Youyou couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Which goddess helped you figure it out, or did your cousin open the back door for you? How can you be so sure? You are the first person in history to use the back door so openly. people."

"Lu Youyou, you are spitting blood, we all rely on strength, strength."

Wen Qiao held her shoulders: "I will also book the first-class scholarship based on my strength."

Zhao Tong sneered: "You are dreaming."

Wen Qiao's academic performance in the college entrance examination was average.

At that time, she had not yet been reborn. She was brainwashed by Xu Lu and wanted to sing in a bar, so she had no intention of focusing on her homework. Even so, she was successfully admitted to Yangyin.

Now, she has no distractions and is making rapid progress in her homework.

It’s just that Zhao Tong doesn’t know.

"Then, let's wait and see."

Zhao Tong looked at Wen Qiao's back and shouted unconvincingly: "As long as you eat peanuts, you won't get so drunk and talk such big words."