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

Fu Nanli put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression already calm: "That is my job responsibility."

I don't mean to shake your hand.

Qiu Ya pursed her lips, retracted her hand, and smiled.

Fu Huaiyong was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The brat didn't give anyone any face, and he didn't give any face to an old man like him.

"Xiaoya is a violinist. Just like your father, don't you like to do art? You two should have something in common."

Fu Nanli smiled on the surface, "I'm not very interested in art. My girlfriend plays the pipa. Maybe Miss Qiu and my girlfriend have time to chat, and we should have something in common."

Fu Huaiyong's face darkened.

Qiu Ya's expression also showed a fleeting hint of embarrassment, and she quickly returned to smiling, "Can I have that opportunity?"

Fu Nanli: "One of you is into Western music and the other is into folk music, so you may not be able to talk about going together."

Qiu Ya smiled: "There is no distinction between Eastern and Western art."

Fu Nanli raised his hand to look at his watch: "It's getting late, Grandpa, can we eat?"

Fu Huaiyong called to Uncle Li: "Let's have dinner."

Uncle Li and Aunt Rong hurriedly went to the kitchen together to carry the dishes.

Qiu Ya was arranged to sit next to Fu Nanli.

Ye Minqiu came down from upstairs and saw this weird aura, and her brows jumped. The old man was arranging a blind date for Nan Li. Looking at her son's sinister expression, she really had no appetite at all.

Why bother, old man? Why bother to go against your own grandson?

She pressed Fu Nanli's shoulders: "You sit across from me, Xiaoya and I will sit together."

Qiu Ya hesitated to speak, maybe her aunt couldn't.

Fu Nanli immediately stood up and sat across from him.

There were four people at the table, two of them had relaxed expressions, and two of them had expressions that were hard to describe.

Fu Huaiyong glanced at his daughter-in-law displeased, "Wouldn't it be better for them young people to sit together? They have a common language."

Ye Minqiu pretended to be sad: "Dad, do you mean I'm old?"

How could Fu Huaiyong speak to his daughter-in-law, who was always eloquent, "I didn't say you were old."

Fu Nanli: "You are not old, you look at most forty."

Ye Minqiu chuckled: "Last time I went to the beauty salon, my masseuse said I looked thirty at most. How could you add ten years to my age out of thin air?"

"Others want to make money from you, so they will naturally tell you what you want to hear. You're not so naive as to believe everything, are you?"

Ye Minqiu chuckled softly, "It's really hard to get you to say something nice."

Mother and son were talking to each other, as if they were deliberately not letting Qiu Ya interrupt.

Ye Minqiu knows her son well. In the eyes of this boy, Wen Qiao is the only one in his heart. No one else can see him anymore. Why should the old man be an unreasonable elder?

Fu Huaiyong clicked his tongue and finally said: "Min Qiu, this is your way of hospitality? How can you treat your guests coldly?"

Qiu Ya quickly said: "Grandpa Fu, it's okay. I like to listen to Auntie and Nan Li talking."

Ye Minqiu smiled. This girl has good skills, much better than He Qian and He Yan. At least she is not offensive on the surface. Who doesn't like well-behaved girls who are well-educated and sensible?

I hope she won't be as stubborn as He Yan and like her son who is a cold-blooded animal except for Wen Qiao.

Although Qiu Ya was reasonable, Fu Nanli was indifferent to this. He lowered his eyes, held the chopsticks with his slender fingers, and slowly picked up the dishes on the plate.

Ye Minqiu occasionally chatted with Qiu Ya, "I heard he plays the violin?"