Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 131 Flying to Helsinki

Luo Hui was almost slandering him behind his back, and the daring young master never put him in his eyes.

Ji Xianzheng raised his eyebrows: "You should have no objection. Let him fly to Munich twice with you. You can take a test."

Fu Nanli said lightly: "I see."

Luo Hui and his wife have divorced. Recently, they are chasing a small internet celebrity. They are in the critical stage. If they can win the position of captain, the small internet celebrity will definitely get it.

Therefore, he was very nervous.

His happiness in the second half of his life all depended on whether Master Fu agreed with him to become a fuller.

When Fu Nanli came out, she saw a man graciously handing over a cup of coffee: "Captain Fu, I personally grind the coffee beans and brew the coffee. You can taste it."

He was younger than him and he needed to be so humble, and he admitted.

Who makes people rich and powerful?

Fu Nanli frowned.

Xu Shen walked up and looked at Luo Hui with a smile: "Deputy Captain Luo, our captain doesn't drink, thank you, the captain has other things, so I won't talk to you more."

After talking about protecting his captain, he left the office building.

"Who was it just now?"

Xu Shen snorted: "Luo Hui."

Fu Nanli stood with one hand in his pocket and stood in the bright elevator with his jaw slightly: "Oh, that's Luo Hui."

"He doesn't say anything bad about you behind the captain."

Fu Nanli obviously couldn't understand.

He didn't recognize this person, and he didn't seem to have contact with him at work.

"Sorry, I think you are a rich second-generation, using power for personal gain or something. Many people in the company don't wait to see him. Xiao Ji also has a chance because of his seniority, so that he won't be treated harshly."

Fu Nanli's expression was faint, as if he didn't care.

This kind of person is not worth his trouble to deal with.

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On a rainy night, Wen Qiao’s account at station b had been registered, called Chi Mo. She changed into a simple long dress and picked up the red and white painted fox mask on the table.

Wen Chi and Wen Mo sat behind the erected camera.

Wen Chi: "Why do you still wear a mask?"

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "I rely on strength to eat, not face."

"Then I will start shooting now."

Wen Qiao cleared his throat: "Occasionally cut two close shots, do you know how?"

"Do you look down on people? You have to beg me to be your queen photographer after the photo is finished."

Wen Qiao chuckles: "It's started."

She played the pipa in ambush on all sides. The music was intense and shocking. It clearly showed the scene of Xiang Yu's desperation when he was surrounded by the army.

Try to pull the mountain out, Yu Ji can do nothing.

There is rigidity and softness, and the **** is clean and neat. It makes people feel like they are on the bank of the Wujiang River, with a heart hanging tightly. Wen Chi is shooting while feeling inwardly, his sister is really fucking...

One piece, seven minutes and eleven seconds, finished.

Wen Mo immediately clapped wildly.

It's my sister's little brain fan.

Su Yun was playing sweaters in the living room, smiling at the three siblings.

Wen Qiao sighed, put down the pipa, took off the mask, and came over: "How am I playing?"

Wen Chibi had two thumbs: "Dick."

Wen Qiao patted him on the head: "No swearing is allowed."

"What kind of dirty language?"

Wen Qiao turned to look at Wen Mo again: "Is my sister playing well?"

Wen Mo nodded desperately, Wen Qiao rubbed his head with a smile.

Wen Qiao asked tentatively: "Does Xiao Mo cut the video?"

Wen Chi said by the side: "Why can he do this?"

Wen Mo shook his head.

"No?"

Wen Mo nodded again.

Wen Qiao smiled: "That sister cut it herself."

Wen Chi volunteered: "You can teach me and I will cut it for you in the future."

In the last chapter yesterday, it was written that they had already returned to Haicheng, "Waiting for them to return to Haicheng", this sentence, everyone should read the text carefully, and a bunch of people asked, "Aren't they still in Germany?" The author who is depressed hereby clarifies!

(End of this chapter)