Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 259 is really just for him

Ye Minqiu just feels a little confused. Nan Li obviously likes the child, and this child is his lifesaver. In addition to his birthplace and the Wen family's unpleasantness, his grandfather may not like this girl, but in other aspects. Well, he doesn't need to hide the child from her.

It's really puzzling.

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The winter rain in Haicheng is also long, ticking endlessly.

The next night, in Xiaotangshan's room, only the floor lamp was faintly lit, and the dark gray curtains were half rolled up by the drape. Fu Nanli sat on the sofa by the window and smoked.

He is not a person who is addicted to cigarettes, he only smokes two cigarettes when he can't relieve his depression, so there is almost no smell of cigarettes.

Standing behind him was Fu Chuan.

The red flames of the cigarette butts flickered out, and the room was quiet, only the sound of rain could be heard.

Fu Nanli spoke suddenly, like an old-fashioned record player in the 19th century, with the helplessness and loneliness of the years in the voice.

"You said, should a boring person like me live a life alone?"

Fu Chuan tapped his finger on the back of the sofa chair: "What do you know?"

Fu Nanli closed his eyes lightly, watching the drizzle outside, and his slender fingers flicked the ash into the ashtray on the side: "What can I know?"

"I thought someone like you would never have a chance to meet a girl like Xiao Wen and fall in love with her..."

Fu Nanli glanced at him.

Fu Chuan is afraid that he is the one who knows Fu Nanli best among the brothers. The expression in his eyes is very clear, so he shut up. Needless to say.

All the words choked into his throat, and Fu Chuan couldn't understand why.

He knew exactly what kind of person Fu Nanli was. He was the only heir to the Fu family who didn't show his face, but was ruthless.

Those who offend him, or those who deceive him, never end well.

But he has no intention to say, and he will not talk too much.

"You should not live your life alone, you should have the most brilliant life, with a wife who loves you, and a lovely child."

Fu Nanli lit some cigarette ash, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth. "How's the matter about Xiaodao?"

Fu Chuan said solemnly: "All kinds of evidence, point to...Fu Jiang."

As expected, but always felt that things were still abnormal.

When Fu Jiang did this, he could understand that Fu Jiangmi had lost a lot of debt and wanted to plead with his grandfather to fill the hole, fearing that he would not be able to talk so well after he came back, so he designed to trap him on the island.

Is he thinking too much?

Trapped him on the island is only directed at him, not at Jojo?

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Wen Qiao was holding the key in his hand, holding the umbrella, and looking at the yard next door. Let's not get through. If Fu Nanli asks, he will say that the house belongs to his mother's friend, and Aunt Xiaojun doesn't want to change the house layout.

But as long as Fu Nanli is not allowed to come to her house, he won't know if he gets through.

She put the key and the diamond necklace together in her small wooden box and placed it in the cabinet by the bed.

Out of the room, Wen was watching TV in the living room, and it happened to be on the Finance Channel. Wen Qiao saw what was being reported on the debt crisis.

The Zhongheng companies of He's and Fu's were named.

Wen Mo was obviously not interested in these finances and was about to adjust the channel. Wen Qiao held down the remote control: "Let me see."

'He’s cosmetics company Yuelan Group has a shortage of capital chain, and there is a business crisis. The exclusive agency rights of its famous European and American brand Dailan handed over people. This time, Yuelan Group lost nearly due to its eldest son He Cong’s investment in Mi Debt. After billions of dollars, the Hong Kong stock index plummeted. At the end of the year, the He family reported many financial deficits, and stockholders needed the He family to come forward to stabilize the people's hearts. ’

(End of this chapter)