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

Fu Nanli looked around the small living room. The courtyard wall in the yard was still there. He bought her a house, but she didn't get through, and there was a flash of disappointment in her eyes.

Wen Qiao's cheeks were flushed, and she smiled at Fu Nanli: "Brother Nanli is here."

She was a little naive when she was slightly drunk, and the simple hut was a bit out of tune with her lazy beauty, but it added a firework atmosphere that made people hopeful and accessible.

In Wen Qiao's eyes, Fu Nanli, because of the drunken eyes, was a tall and handsome man, standing on the low porch, like a god, his heart beat irregularly.

Wen Chi quickly got up: "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, sit next to my sister."

Wen Mo was a little annoyed, why didn't he shout out?

How my sister was looking forward to him speaking, why he couldn't do such a simple thing, and frustration arose spontaneously.

Fu Nanli and his family sat around the small table.

It is completely different from the scene of the Yuannan Mansion. The house of the Yuannan Mansion is large, with high ceilings, a huge round table, a few people sitting loosely, and servants are busy everywhere, serving dishes, changing bones and pouring wine. Crystal chandeliers, handmade Persian rugs underfoot.

And here, on the small wooden table, there are some messy bones piled on it, the casserole in the middle is still steaming from time to time, and there is an incandescent lamp hanging above the head, because the wind just opened the door and the light is still swaying.

Because the table is small, it will be crowded to sit together, the old-fashioned air conditioner makes a 'wheezing' sound, he takes off his coat, and Wen Qiao also only wears a thin sweater, his body is close to him, hot .

Fu Nanli couldn't hold back, took her hand under the table, bowed her head and asked her, "Drinking?"

Wen Qiao nodded obediently, "I just drank a little for the holidays."

Wen Chi and Wen Mo were not affected.

But Su Yun and Ji Mingyuan are adults. After being baptized by society, adults have long since smoothed their edges and corners. They are born with an uncontrolled surrender to the powerful.

Therefore, as soon as Fu Nanli was seated and Su Yun introduced Ji Mingyuan in a low voice, both of them were somewhat uncomfortable.

Holding the bottle, Ji Mingyuan asked cautiously, "Mr. Fu drinking?"

Wen Qiao said, "Uncle Ji, don't bully him. He grew up abroad and is used to drinking red wine, not white wine."

The meaning of short-term care is clear at a glance.

Fu Nanli's heart warmed, and her fingers followed her soft hand to her wrist, feeling her body temperature, feeling the rhythm of her pulse, and rubbing gently.

He likes to see her protecting him, like a little wolf cub protecting his territory, every word and every action deeply touched his heart.

"I came here for New Year's Eve dinner."

The children didn't let him drink, so he didn't drink, thanked Ji Mingyuan for his invitation.

Su Yun hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, we've all eaten, let's clean up."

The two went to the kitchen with dishes and chopsticks.

Wen Chi leaned over: "Brother-in-law, do you need us to withdraw?"

Fu Nanli picked up Wen Qiao's down jacket and put it on her: "I'll take her to the alley to sober up."

Wen Qiao was taken out of the house by Fu Nanli.

As soon as the cold wind blew, most of the alcohol smell disappeared. There were children running wildly in the streets and alleys clutching the starry fireworks. The doors of the alleys here were open, and the festive voice of the host of the Spring Festival Gala could be vaguely heard.

The New Year's atmosphere is very strong.

Wen Qiao leaned against the uneven blue brick courtyard wall. Fu Nanli looked down at her: "Why isn't the courtyard open?"