Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 32 Black Eucalyptus

After sending the e-mail, I saw a hot search on Weibo #SY再问鼎世界-级网络大赛奖#. Wen Qiao clicked on the video of the online competition and saw that SY’s head was a black eucalyptus leaf.

Eucalyptus, flower language is a gift. This masturbation seems to be very low-key. After winning the championship, he has never appeared, and has not opened Weibo.

Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows. It had nothing to do with her. She opened the mailbox.

I received an inexplicable email, in English, from the world-class piano master Mr. Vincent, saying that it was his world tour concert, which will be held in Haicheng on July 9th. She sincerely invites her to come to the same stage. Playing.

Wen Qiao tweeted that the scammers nowadays really appeared endlessly, and he closed the email directly without responding.

It was still raining outside the window. She got up and walked to the warm and quiet room opposite. Wenchi was rewriting the test papers, while Wen Mo was playing minesweeper on the desktop.

Wen Qiao walked over, sat at the table and turned his head to look at her brother: "Xiao Mo, are our computers and mobile phones really the one drawn by your lottery?"

Wen Mo looked at her with clear eyes and nodded.

"They all reposted Weibo and won the lottery?"

Wen Mo nodded again.

"Where is the Weibo you reposted? Show me."

Wen Mo obediently took out his mobile phone, clicked into his homepage, typed in the word'lottery', and screened it. Several Weibos popped up. Sure enough, they were all the lottery blogs forwarded by him, and there was a record of winning. He wants a good delivery prize.

Maybe her brother really has a koi physique.

Wen Qiao smiled: "Is there anything Xiao Chi can't do, you can help me, eh?"

Wen Mo nodded obediently.

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In the cafe window seat, Xu Lu and Zhao Tong sat opposite each other.

Zhao Tong: "I heard that Zhuang Yan's million-dollar violin was broken by him, and the soundboard webs were broken. It is estimated that it will be scrapped."

"Isn't that his father did it for him at Sotheby's auction house? He has always cherished it, how well..."

Zhao Tong was a little proud: "I heard that Wen Qiao made him angry."

Xu Lu is like a big enemy, love only has hatred, Wen Qiao can involve Zhuang Yan's emotions to such a large extent, does it also show that Zhuang Yan cares about Wen Qiao deep in his heart?

She was upset and took two sips of coffee.

"Oh, by the way, on July 9th, Master Vincent Haicheng Tour, my dad gave me two VIP tickets, let's go see it together, and then go backstage and take a photo with the master afterwards."

Xu Lu barely smiled: "Okay."

Zhao Tong contemptuously said: "For those who play the pipa guqin and the erhu, they can only form a team and appear at the celebration, huh..."

The corner of Xu Lu's mouth finally showed a superior smile.

Yes, even if Wen Qiao successfully entered the Central Music, frankly speaking, folk music is still the bottom music of the food chain, what can she change by herself?

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Fu Nanli's recovery ability is amazing. After staying in the hospital for two days, he asked to be discharged.

Uncle Li knows the temper of this grandfather. If he says he is discharged from the hospital, he will be discharged. Anyway, there is a family doctor at home.

As he packed his things, he said, "Mrs., that is, your mother. Now in Zurich, business matters. As for your grandfather, he has always been very critical about your work as the captain. The old man has a bad temper. After home, you go to say hello first, I did not tell him about the car accident, lest the elderly worry."

(End of this chapter)