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

The car drove over and the two of them got in. Zhou Tao laughed to himself: "Isn't this the same in this industry? I tested it step by step. It was because I didn't push him away in time. After I pushed him away, he realized what was going on."

She persisted in thinking that Lu Wenzhou would fall for other men.

It turned out that from beginning to end, all he cared about was the Lu family's reputation.

She really knows how to be sentimental.

Sister Man nodded: "That's what you said. The big investment guys in the entertainment industry treat female celebrities or young talents like this. They test them step by step. Some of them are unprincipled and just accept the unspoken rules."

Sister Man sent Zhou Tao to the old community where she lived. Zhou Tao lived on the fifth floor of the top floor. She opened the door and turned on the lights. The room was quiet. Although it was an old house, it had a radiator. After the heating was turned on, It felt much warmer. Zhou Tao took off her outer coat, poured a glass of water and sat on the sofa.

One last time, give herself one last chance. Next time, if Lu Wenzhou is still like this, she will agree to divorce.

The fingertips holding the cup were trembling slightly. In fact, she knew deep down in her heart that no matter how many opportunities she had, Lu Wenzhou would never look at her again.

In Lu Wenzhou's eyes, she was just a scheming woman who succeeded in taking advantage of the elder's favor.

For someone like me, she could only be a cannon fodder female supporting character in any novel.

I still don't give up all the time, which does seem to be quite annoying.

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At night, Wen Qiao put down the pipa in his hand. It was getting late. Although the house was of good quality and soundproofed, playing the pipa at this point would constitute a nuisance to the residents.

After Fu Nanli finished the work at hand, he left the study. Wen Qiao was putting the pipa in her piano bag. He walked over quickly, helped her stand up the piano bag, zipped it up, and put it aside.

"Did I disturb your work?"

Fu Nanli pinched her face: "No, just using it as background music allows me to concentrate on my work. You play very well."

Wen Qiao put the piano score into the sandwich bag of the piano bag: "Our school will hold another choir concert on Christmas Eve. Do you have time to come to my concert?"

"Your solo concert?"

“I have solo performances and an ensemble of folk and Western music.”

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "So Zhuang Yan is performing with you, right?"

Wen Qiao tutted: "Do you still mind? What is this old history about? He and I have an ordinary alumni relationship. He is the most outstanding violinist in the school. We need to integrate Eastern and Western music. This is all normal work contact. ”

Fu Nanli took her to the gym upstairs, "I don't mind."

Even if you are jealous, you have to remain calm. The young master is a face-conscious person.

Wen Qiao: "You really don't mind?"

In the past, Wen Qiao would say, "As long as you don't mind." Look, how much she has improved.

Fu Nanli reached out and pushed open the gym door: "It's okay."

"Want to work out?"

"Do two sets of push-ups."

Wen Qiao planned to sit on the sofa nearby and eat some fruit or something, but Fu Nanli pulled him back and said, "Give your boyfriend some motivation."

Before Wen Qiao could react, she was put down on the carpet. The man put his hands on the side of her neck. Only then did Wen Qiao understand how to give her some motivation.

Every time he did a push-up, he left a kiss on her lips.

The cold wind in December was raging outside the window, but Wen Qiao's face was as hot as a furnace.

One group did fifty push-ups without stopping. Wen Qiao coughed lightly: "Okay, you can rest now."