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

[It is very likely that Dongchuan lost several hundred million due to this incident, the passenger flow plummeted, and Nanyun made the most profit, obviously it was him]

[It was just a fluke that there was no accident. Mr. Wu, he really sacrificed his life for the sake of business competition]

[Boycott Nanyun]

[Boycott Nanyun +1]

Wu Junyuan was almost dizzy. After he was busy, he finally fulfilled Dongchuan.

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Baoyanlou, the wound on Wen Qiao's head has been much better after five days of dressing changes, so there is no need for gauze.

Although it is winter, it is not enough to not wash her hair for a few days. She can only wear a peaked cap, which is relatively casual and street style.

In this way, standing with Fu Nanli wearing a long iron gray coat, the age gap is very obvious.

The first time Ji Xianzheng saw it, he couldn't help but say, "Like uncle and niece."

Fu Nanli's face sank instantly.

Ji Xianzheng said quickly: "Just kidding, take it seriously."

He didn't know how nervous his cousin was about this relationship. A joke was enough to make a person who had always been calm instantly lose his senses.

Fu Nanli turned to look at Wen Qiao. She was wearing an off-white short down jacket with a hooded sweater inside, black sports trousers with white vertical stripes on the side, a pair of daddy shoes on her feet, and pale pink on her head. Peaked cap.

Without makeup, she looked a little milky.

Like a childish high school student.

Ji Xianzheng walked up to Wen Qiao and asked a few words of concern, "Is the wound on your head better?"

Wen Qiao held the back of the chair: "Well, it's scabbed, and there's no need to change the dressing. The doctor said that it can be soaked in water in two days."

"Well, that's good. Today's banquet is just to entertain you, and I haven't thanked you solemnly yet."

Wen Qiao waved his hand: "You don't need to thank me for your effort."

Several people at the table were senior executives of Dongchuan Aviation Industry Corporation and Ji Xianzheng's secretary Sun Qi. They toasted Wen Qiao one by one. Of course, Wen Qiao drank juice.

Only Sun Qi was indifferent, and did not please Wen Qiao like those executives.

Wen Qiao noticed that the man beside him was not very interested, so he leaned over and whispered, "Have you recovered from your previous fright? Do you want to see a psychiatrist?"

She knows that survivors of air crashes generally need to receive psychological counseling.

What's more, Fu Nanli and the others are in the cockpit, facing risks directly. No matter how powerful people are, their psychological tolerance should be limited.

Fu Nanli took her hand: "It's okay."

His biggest fright moment was seeing her bleeding to the ground. The plane crash didn't leave any shadow in his heart. The past is the past.

During one meal, Wen Qiao heard the airline executives compliment her.

They rescued another child on the plane, and it was Mr. Fu's girlfriend. They must compliment the little girl.

Wen Qiao was stunned by the praise from a group of people, and Fu Nanli tutted lightly, "Let's all eat."

After dinner, a group of executives walked out with the two eldest young masters and Wen Qiao.

Wu Junyuan thinks this is some kind of evil fate.

The last time he met Master Ji, he was very happy;

But this time, when he saw Ji Xianzheng, it was dark in front of him.

In the narrow aisle, the two sides meet.

Ji Xianzheng put one hand in his pocket and glanced at the person in front of him: "Mr. Wu."

Wu Junyuan gritted his teeth and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Ji, long time no see."

"Xiao Wu always wants to see me?"

Wu Junyuan's smile was a little stiff: "Everyone is walking together, see you when you look up and don't look down."