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

Fu Nanli even forgot that there was someone sitting on the sofa behind him, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked with a frown.

After such a long time, his thoughts were still confused.

Time has passed, twenty years have passed. At that time, he was still young, nine years old. Then he became seriously ill again. As if he was deliberately trying to forget those pains, his memories before the age of nine were blurred, and all he could remember was What remains is the scene of parents’ love.

Now that that piece of news suddenly hit me, the long-standing memory gradually became vivid and clear.

Do parents really love each other?

At what age do people have memories?

Some people are early, some are later. Fu Nanli has a high IQ. He can even vaguely remember things from when he was about three years old.

The words my mother said suddenly surged up from the depths of my memory——

[If you don't love me, why did you marry me? ]

His face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to press his temples. The painkillers didn't seem to be working, and he had a splitting headache.

Once the gate of memory is broken, the past will pour out.

It seems that parents often quarrel.

When he was eight years old, his father seemed to want to participate in a concert tour and went abroad. He did not come home for a long time.

It seems that I haven't been home for nearly a year.

When I was a kid, I was convinced about touring, but now that I think about it, what kind of tour takes a year?

A world tour will end in two months at most.

After his father went abroad, his mother, who had always been cheerful, optimistic and capable, seemed to have cried behind his back.

It was summer, and the vegetation outside the window was lush. He came back from school, and the driver followed him carrying his schoolbag. He saw his mother standing in front of the French window, and it was raining outside. He shouted.

The mother turned around, with no time to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. He asked her what was wrong, and she said she was just listening to a sad song.

There is an old-fashioned gramophone beside me, and the music inside is Tchaikovsky's "Pathétique Symphony" played by my father.

Before his father went abroad, a fierce quarrel seemed to have broken out between his parents.

Fu Nanli felt his palms were a little cold, and when the cigarette butt burned out, he lit another one. The inexplicable text message was like a red iron, burning his internal organs and causing pain.

Seeing that he had smoked three cigarettes in a row, Wen Qiao couldn't sit still. He walked to him and pulled his hand: "Why do you keep smoking?"

Fu Nanli quickly put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray nearby and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you still here?"

Wen Qiao put her hands on his waist, and Fu Nanli held her waist with one hand, and quickly waved the smoke in the air with the other hand, "Aren't you leaving?"

Wen Qiao shook his head, "I'm not leaving. Are you worried about something? Or is there something going on at home? Can you tell me? Although I'm not good at comforting others, I might be able to help you share some of your worries."

Fu Nanli forced a smile: "It's the company's business. It's a bit of a hassle to open up the European market. Even if you tell me, you don't quite understand."

Even if Wen Qiao realized it later, he could still tell that he had not told the truth. With his ability, how could he be so worried about work matters.

"Then take a shower first and then take a nap? There's nothing that a good nap can't solve."

She pulled him to the bedroom. His movements were a bit mechanical, so Wen Qiao helped him get his nightgown and pushed him into the bathroom.

The strong water from the shower rushed down, and Fu Nanli suddenly came back to his senses, recalling the daily life of his parents in those few years.

The gate of memory suddenly collapsed.