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

Xu Shen's voice sounded outside, "Captain, we've packed up, and we've brought the rubbish for you."

Then came the sound of chaotic footsteps and the sound of doors closing, and it was completely quiet outside.

Only the two of them remained.

"Are you taking a shower?" In the dim light, his voice was a little hoarse.

Although Wen Qiao was a little drunk, his consciousness was still quite clear. The heat on his face spread to the roots of his ears, his neck, and his heart. Holding his big hand, he nodded.

He turned around and went to the bathroom, and then heard the sound of water, and after a while, saw him turn back, "It's running water, go in later, eh?"

Wen Qiao was lying on his bed, surrounded by his breath, and even his body felt hot.

Maybe it's alcohol.

"okay."

Fu Nanli turned around and went to the cabinet to get her pajamas. He clearly prepared them for her, but he still took a white shirt of his own, "I'll wear this in a while."

On the white shirt is her underwear.

Wen Qiao muttered, "No... Didn't you buy me pajamas?"

There are underwear, why is there no pajamas?

Master Fu said solemnly without blushing: "I forgot to prepare, I'll buy it next time, eh?"

"okay."

The water in the bathtub soon filled most of the time. Fu Nanli carried her in, the heat was suffocating, Wen Qiao sat on the edge of the bathtub and looked up at the person standing in front of her: "You... can go out... right?"

Fu Nanli coughed lightly: "Slip carefully, call me when you're done."

"Um."

Wen Qiao soaked for a while, and the heat and alcohol made her mind even more confused. After taking a bath, she put on her clothes. Fortunately, his shirt was long enough, but it only covered her thighs.

Wen Qiao reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and walked out of the bathroom uncomfortably. As soon as he opened the door, he was pulled into his arms by a hand.

He has been waiting by the bathroom door.

In the dim light, she leaned against his arms, listened to his heartbeat, and stepped barefoot on his feet.

Everything was silent, only the two of them.

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The next morning, it was raining outside, and when Wen Qiao woke up in a daze, it was in Fu Nanli's arms.

I was groggy last night, and he pressed and kissed for a long time, until the brain was deprived of oxygen, and I didn't remember how I fell asleep later.

Thinking of last night, her face was hot again.

Hey, how did she become so easy... coy.

Too unlike myself.

She has to reflect on herself.

Her head was resting on Fu Nanli's arm, and she didn't know how long it had been. His arm must be very sore. She raised her head slightly, trying to pull his arm out. The man bent his arm and tightened him.

The curtains were half drawn, and it seemed to be raining outside, and Wen Qiao fell into his arms again.

The man was still sleeping, his eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes were very long, and in the faint light, he could see the long eyelashes lightly covering the eye sockets, less sharp and more gentle.

Wen Qiao's eyes lingered, from the eyes, to the straight bridge of the nose, to the beautifully colored thin lips.

The face is always hot.

She couldn't help but raised her hand and touched his face, from the eyelid to the corner of the mandible, and naughty to touch his Adam's apple, which was not allowed to be touched. The man suddenly held her hand and opened his eyes suddenly.

There was no anxiety in his eyes, and he had obviously been awake for a long time.

"Don't touch it."

Wen Qiao pursed her lips, "Oh."

He didn't allow her to touch it, but he could touch it himself.

oppressive rule.

Master Fu has a double standard.