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

Wen Qiao looked up and glanced at him with a smile: "I definitely don't need him to donate."

I sent another message to Zhuang Yan, and the reply there was exactly the same as that of Shang Fan.

Wen Qiao felt that Fu Nanli's hand around her waist was getting tighter and tighter, and he was about to break her waist.

"There are so many people willing to spend money for you."

Fu Gongzi gritted his teeth, and his back molars were going to be ground by him.

Wen Qiao laughed, but felt a little wronged in her heart. In front of those people, she tried her best to be indifferent, but many things were out of her control.

After another long wait, Lu Youyou's phone call came 40 minutes later. She stood on the heels of her feet, and she was numb.

She answered the phone immediately, "How about it, who donated the building?"

"I don't know, the other party anonymously called 20 million to the school account, and then the chairman of the board received a message saying that the donation was in your name."

Wen Qiao was a little confused, "Do you have the other party's mobile phone number and account number?"

"Yes, I'll send it to your phone."

Wen Qiao received the account number and mobile phone number, she went to the w guild, and sent a message to sy.

After all, in front of Fu Nanli, it was not convenient for her to become a hacker to track these two pieces of information, so she could only ask sy to help her again.

Although sy's avatar is gray all the year round, as long as she sends a message, he always quickly replies to her, and this time it is the same, let him track the account number and mobile phone number, and there is a quick reply of 'ok'.

"It's about to be checked." Wen Qiao's hand carefully fell on his thin waist. His body temperature was transmitted to her palm through the thin shirt fabric. Just as he was about to let go, he was given a strong hand by the man. Press and hold.

Another half an hour later, Wen Qiao's feet became even more numb, and her legs became weak. She almost fell to the ground and was caught by Fu Nanli's big hands.

He was picked up by him and entered the living room.

When Wen Qiao was put on the sofa by him, the phone vibrated, and Wen Qiao couldn't wait to pick it up and take a look.

[The account number is a public account of Swiss Bank, and the mobile phone number is the network IP, which shows that it is a small town in California, country m, and no specific person can be found. ]

Wen Qiao was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and instantly wilted.

[Can't even find it out for you? ]

[cannot find]

Wen Qiao couldn't believe it. He couldn't even find sy. The other party was obviously determined to hide himself, and he was able to escape sy's investigation. He was an unfathomable expert.

Why would such a master donate buildings in her name?

She was puzzled.

But now, the top priority is how to explain to Fu Nanli, Wen Qiao held the phone, leaned back, and on the large sofa, she retreated to the end, her ankle was caught, the man's eyes were dangerous and fierce.

"I don't know who donated it." Wen Qiao's eyebrows slumped, but she could only tell the truth.

Fu Nanli was stuck in her throat in one breath. After waiting for so long, she wanted to dismiss him by saying "I don't know who donated it"?

"I don't know who donated, what does it mean?"

Wen Qiao spread his hands: "the other party didn't say who it was, and he couldn't find it."

She has already confessed like this, and she can't ask any more questions.

What can Fu Nanli do with her? With such frank eyes in her eyes, she really didn't know that it wasn't her fault that someone was willing to spend money for her.

When she slept with him, Fu Nanli stood on the terrace smoking two cigarettes, her temples were so tight.

He called Zhou Jin.