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

At the beginning of the fourth game, all three of them took it seriously.

However, it is obvious that some have more energy to spare.

Talking and laughing on the bright side, but in the dark, there is a turbulent undercurrent.

Wen Qiao maintained the rule of winning three rounds and losing one round, and it was obvious that she deliberately let go of the losing round, as if she didn't want to embarrass her brothers too much.

She obviously controlled the rhythm of the game, but she didn't concentrate on counting the cards, she was still observing the micro expressions and some actions of the four people.

With ease, he killed a few brothers without leaving any.

The way the three of them looked at Wen Qiao was obviously different from the beginning. This girl's math talent was not even worse than the young master's.

These two are really terrible.

After playing more than a dozen rounds, the three of them kept losing. They had big chips. Fu Nanli bowed his head and told Wen Qiao, "You won two hundred thousand in one night."

Wen Qiao: ...

Rich people make a lot of money.

She didn't come here to play cards, she reached out and rubbed her shoulders, Fu Nanli said lightly: "She's tired, she won't play anymore."

"Okay, okay."

Money or not is a trivial matter, but being crushed by a girl in all directions and losing face is a major matter.

Wen Qiao left Fu Nanli behind, walked to the bar, ordered a few glasses of wine, and warmly brought them to the table for those brothers who had lost money to her.

Fu Nanli squinted slightly to look at Wen Qiao, stroking the chips in his hand with his slender fingers.

Wen Qiao picked up the wine glasses from the silver tray and handed them to his brothers one by one.

The last one was Fu Chuan.

This person was Wen Qiao's main suspect.

That day in the hospital corridor, although I heard him talking, the noise was so loud that it was really hard to tell which one of them it was.

Fu Chuan talked less and looked more gloomy.

When Wen Qiao handed him the wine, he deliberately tilted his hand, and the whole glass of wine spilled on Fu Chuan's arm.

"sorry Sorry."

While apologizing, Wen Qiao reached out to help him roll up his sleeves.

Fu Chuan: "It's okay, I'll just wipe it off."

Fu Nanli's face was livid, he grabbed Wen Qiao's wrist, and pulled him into his arms.

Wen Qiao's eyes were still fixed on Fu Chuan, and she even reached out to help Fu Chuan roll up his sleeves, so enthusiastic that the Fu brothers were flustered.

Fu Cheng took the tissue and went over: "Brother, wipe it off."

Fu Chuan took the tissue and wiped his shirt sleeves, but he didn't roll up his sleeves as Wen Qiao hoped.

Wen Qiao frowned, not noticing that the face of the man beside him had sunk to the bottom.

Fu Huaiyuan, "Is Xiaowen as good at mathematics as our young master? Did you go to university? Which university?"

Wen Qiao smiled: "In the School of Music, mathematics is just a hobby."

With her cultural achievements, it is possible to go to the top universities in China, but she loves music and wants to justify the name of folk music that Xu Lu and Zhao Tong don't like, so she must go to Yangyin.

Fu Huaiming pulled his brother, the young master's expression was obviously not very good, he seemed to mind that they took up too much of the little girl's time.

"Let's go to the boxing gym to have fun."

Wen Qiao got up and wanted to follow, but she was a little unwilling to find out who had the tattoo.

Being grabbed by the man, his voice came from the ear: "You are not allowed to go anywhere, just stay here."

Several of his cousins ​​had already fled in haste.

Wen Qiao turned around and met a pair of gloomy eyes, her heart trembled, why was he unhappy?

"What’s wrong with you?"

In front of Fu Nanli, Wen Qiao has always been soft, putting away all sharp claws.

"nothing."

His tone was calm, his slender fingers were carelessly playing with the chips in his hands, and it was clearly written in his eyes, "Master is upset, but you need to take the initiative to find out."

With such a bold personality, Wen Qiao couldn't even sense that the man in front of him was jealous.

"That's good," she said.

Fu Nanli's face darkened even more.

Wen Qiao was a little helpless, why is he always so angry? Don't mess with him!