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

Wen Qiao also felt that his head was full of questions. The familiar tone of Miss Qiu's words made it seem like she was the outsider, which seemed superfluous.

Fu Nanli said indifferently: "I don't need Miss Qiu to worry about my family's affairs."

Qiu Ya was not annoyed and smiled: "Are you here to go shopping? It's half past ten now. Will you be eating on the sixth floor soon?"

There are several Michelin restaurants on the sixth floor of this shopping mall.

Fu Nanli: "No, go home and cook for Qiaoer. Qiaoer is not used to eating food from outside."

The counter girls almost went crazy and sent messages in the small group like crazy

[The young master actually knows how to cook]

[I love my girlfriend so much that I want to cook for her]

[My God, he is handsome, rich, and considerate. How could there be such a perfect woman? ]

The smile on Qiu Ya's face froze after all. The troublesome girl stood beside him, and he said he would cook for her.

An ordinary sentence is enough to move many girls.

"Then I won't disturb you. You can stroll around slowly while I go to the second floor to take a look."

Fu Nanli was expressionless, but Wen Qiao watched Qiu Ya leave with a smile.

Apart from the staff, they were the only two people left in the store. Wen Qiao walked to the shelf, randomly picked up a bag, and glanced at the people around him, "Were you on a blind date when you went home that day? You didn't even tell me. "

The counter sister broadcast live in the group in real time [The young master’s girlfriend is like a little fairy, and the little fairy complained that the young master had dinner with Miss Qiu]

[This little girlfriend is very proud of her favor]

[The young master is not used to it yet]

Fu Nanli rubbed her head: "Is this a blind date? I really didn't know she was there before I went back."

Wen Qiao pouted: "I think it counts." After saying that, he looked at the manager of the luxury brand store nearby, "Sister, do you think it counts?"

The manager almost didn't mention it in one breath, "Girl, you really know how to embarrass others. Should I say it or not?"

"Emmm, about this, I think... that..."

Fu Nanli glanced at her: "Don't you need to greet other guests?"

The manager quickly turned around and ran to the door, feeling like he had saved his life.

"On New Year's Eve, come with me to the Fu family's mansion for New Year's Eve dinner, okay?"

Wen Qiao looked stern: "Forget it, I won't go, your grandpa doesn't like me, and I won't cause trouble for the old man."

"I'll take you there, and you have to ask him not to arrange blind dates like this again."

Wen Qiao looked at him with a deliberate smile: "I think Miss Qiu is quite good, knowledgeable, sensible, and generous. Oh, by the way, what does she do?"

"Looks like he plays the violin."

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Like your father, you should have something in common."

The man put his hand on the shelf, his broad chest blocking the view behind him, and reached out to pinch her tender face, "Wen Qiao, are you serious?"

Wen Qiao put his hands in his pockets and said with low interest, "Your grandfather will probably spare no effort to bring you two together."

She was really a little unhappy and a little lonely.

Not because of inferiority, but because of my physical condition.

Now it is seven days. If it is half a year later, it will be shortened to three days.

After another year, it was reduced to one day.

And after that? Is there room for shortening it?

Will he die immediately?

His grandfather will also know about this, right? Gu Xiao and He Xihuai knew that He Xihuai was hostile to them, and they would have to tell Grandpa Fu sooner or later. Fu Nanli couldn't cover up the matter.

At that time, Grandpa Fu will probably be even more opposed to them being together.

Fu Nanli caressed her face: "He is him and I am me. I never listen to him."