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

Yu Shu scolded her while slapping her: "I thought your folk music club had nothing to do, so I signed up for the folk music club. They use me as a tool day after day. Why do I have such a miserable life?"

Wen Qiao glanced at her and said with a smile: "Sister, please stop saying a few words. Later, the work will be more difficult when the pronunciation is revised."

Yu Shu cursed: "For the sake of your beauty, forget it."

The four of them shot a total of five videos, one solo video for each person, plus an ensemble video.

The snow is falling, the scenery is beautiful and the people are beautiful.

The video captured was so beautiful that Yu Shu could not help but be impressed by the charm of folk music.

These girls really love folk music and perform the beauty of folk music with all their heart.

Deep down, she actually admired these school girls.

After the filming, Yu Shu sat in the pavilion, crossed his legs and said, "I quit, I quit the group."

Lu Youyou hugged her: "Don't even think about it. You are a member of the Folk Music Club in life and the soul of the Folk Music Club in death. Once you come in, don't even think about leaving."

"I bet you, this is still a black shop."

"Can I treat my sister to hot pot tonight?"

Yu Shu squinted at her: "If you want to eat, eat the best."

"No problem, it's the best hotpot restaurant. I've already reserved a seat. Let's go."

Lu Youyou had planned to treat this meal. After all, she was also the president. This kind of group activity must have been invited by the president.

When she finished eating and ran to the checkout counter, the counter told her that she had already paid for it, and it was a boy in a sweatshirt who came to pay for it.

Lu Youyou ran over and pointed at Dong Yao: "Did you pay for it?"

All the girls in the Folk Music Club looked at Dong Yao and said, "Youyou said you would pay for it, why are you rushing to buy it?"

When asked, Dong Yao doubted his life: "Yes, why should I rush to buy it?"

Lu Youyou stared at him: "So why are you rushing to buy it?"

Five pairs of big confused eyes stared at him. Dong Yao patted his chopsticks and said, "I have money and am willing to buy it, can't I?"

The four of them had 'I see' expressions on their faces. Lu Youyou was quite unconvinced: "I'm not short of money either, okay?"

Dong Yao was too lazy to talk to her: "Next time you invite me, I won't take it away."

Lu Youyou had a look on her face that said, "That's not bad."

Wen Qiao doesn't like posting his daily life and selfies on social media, but Lu Youyou likes it.

Lu Youyou can refresh the screen more than a dozen times a day.

So, Fu Nanli watched a live broadcast, where they went to play.

Wen Qiao and the others stayed in Hangzhou for two days, taking the cable car, burning incense and admiring the lake.

Arriving home at 6pm the next day.

The snow stopped, and there was thick snow piled in the corner of the door. The door to the yard was open, and the lights were on in the living room. She was wearing a red wire hat, carrying a suitcase, and the moment she opened the door, she thought she saw wrong.

Choking on the cold wind, Wen Qiao couldn't help coughing. The man stood up and walked towards her. Wen Qiao looked at her mother nervously and apprehensively.

Fu Nanli reached out and grabbed her wrist. Wen Qiao leaned back slightly and looked at Fu Nanli, not daring to move.

He patted her back gently with his broad hand: "I haven't recovered from the cold. I ran out to play on a snowy day. Are you freezing again?"

His posture and tone were extremely intimate. Wen Qiao whispered softly: "Why are you here?"

He glanced across her face and put a little pressure on his hands: "Can't I come?"

In a panic, Wen Qiao didn't notice the questioning tone in his tone, "My mother doesn't know..."

He had already dragged the person into the living room. The door was closed and the air conditioner was turned on. It was quite warm. Wen Qiao untied the scarf around his neck while thinking about what to say.