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

Wen Qiao brought a basin of water, a new toothbrush, squeezed a little toothpaste and gave it to Fu Nanli.

Finally, the work before going to bed was completely ready, Wen Qiao climbed into bed: "Hurry up and go to bed."

The lights went out and the room was dark.

The man's smiling voice came: "How many times have I urged you? It seems you are in a hurry?"

Wen Qiao:......

What and what?

Just because it's getting late, okay?

The bed was a single bed. When Fu Nanli, a 188-year-old man with a strong body, moved up, the space became even more cramped.

Wen Qiao could only be forced to stick close to him. The goose down quilt had been exposed by his mother during the day. It was very warm and filled with the smell of the sun and the smell of male hormones on his body.

Wen Qiao's face was slightly hot.

"You go a little over there," she said.

Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and moved it to his waist.

"What?" She was a little alert.

She put her hand across his waist and reached behind him, "Please touch and see, I'm already close to the edge of the bed. If I move any further, I'll fall to the ground."

Wen Qiao touched it and found that it was indeed at the bedside, "Oh."

Her head rested on his arm, his hand fell on her waist, and the temperature in the room kept rising.

Wen Qiao originally thought of letting him go at 5:30 tomorrow morning, because Uncle Ji would get up at 6 o'clock at the latest, because there is a custom in the streets here where children will get up and walk around the streets begging for sweets. The first batch of children He should be here at six o'clock. Someone at home needs to deliver candies.

Unexpectedly, she fell into a deep sleep and forgot to set the alarm clock.

A child's voice came from outside the door, "Uncle Ji, I wish you a happy new year..."

Wen Qiao woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the man's sleeping face. It was time to wait, but she actually admired it silently. The sleeping face was really beautiful.

Uncle Ji's voice came: "Come to the room over here to get some candies. My brothers and sisters are still sleeping."

A group of children ran to the yard next door, cheering, and it was very lively.

Fu Nanli had never seen such a scene before, and his voice was hoarse: "Why are there so many people?"

Wen Qiao explained to him, and he lowered his eyes and said, "It is somewhat similar to Halloween in foreign countries."

"It's just that our neighbors here are very familiar with each other, so we have such a custom. Get up quickly and go out quietly. You can't be seen by Uncle Ji, let alone my mother."

Fu Nanli sat up slowly. The little girl had been pressing his arm to sleep. Her hand was a little numb. He looked worried and said, "Press it for me."

Wen Qiao: "Hurry up, okay?"

Fu Nanli only wore a shirt. After sleeping all night, the shirt was a little wrinkled, which was somewhat inconsistent with his noble young master's temperament, but it was also a bit more decadent and lazy.

Fu Nanli leaned on the bed and said, "It's not yet dawn."

Wen Qiao lay on top of him, reached for his iron-gray sweater on the wooden chair, sat on his lap, and hurriedly helped him get dressed.

Fu Nanli's eyes darkened a bit, and he reached out to hold the back of her head and kissed her forcefully again.

Uncle Ji's voice came from the window, "Qiaoqiao, would you like steamed buns or glutinous rice balls for breakfast? Or rice cakes?"

Wen Qiao pushed Fu Nanli away and said angrily, "When is kissing inappropriate?"

Then he said to Uncle Ji outside the window: "I can do it, Uncle Ji."

"Then let's cook rice cakes and eat them."

"good."

Fu Nanli had already put on a sweater and looked at her with confused eyes: "How do I go out? Your Uncle Ji seems to be busy with breakfast in the kitchen. Will he see me when I go out?"