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

We ate in the school cafeteria at noon, and wherever Wen Qiao went, there must be all kinds of pointing behind his back. Those people really took the trouble to laugh at her with the love letter she wrote.

‘You come to the world for a while, you want to see the sun, walk on the street with your sweetheart, wow, Haizi’s poems, quote from classics’

"You are the breeze and bright moon on Eryue Ridge, illuminating my gloomy life with no end in sight. Wow, you have a great literary talent. It's a pity not to participate in the composition competition."

Joking sarcasm was mixed with malicious laughter. In the past year, thanks to Zhuang Yan, she walked in every corner of this school and experienced the same taunts.

She is used to it.

Lu Youyou put down the dinner plate heavily, gritted her teeth and roared at those people: "Fucking, you guys can't finish!"

Those people laughed and acted like birds and beasts.

Wen Qiao pulled Lu Youyou back: "Eat, eat, you are angry with those people, don't you piss yourself off?"

Lu Youyou was so angry that she slapped the table: "Xu Lu is cheap, Zhuang Yan is even cheaper, if he doesn't like you, he doesn't like you, why should he ruin your sincerity?"

Wen Qiao patted her head: "Okay, I've put it all down, and it will be a brand new life from now on, we don't worry about people who are not worth it, huh?"

Lu Youyou was so angry that she slapped the table.

In order to distract her, Wen Qiao said, "Yuyou, if someone asks you about me recently, asking me if I have a relationship with a man named Fu Nanli, just say you know, but you don't know the details, do you understand? "

After taking a sip of the soup, Lu Youyou made a 'poof' sound. Luckily, Wen Qiao was quick and spilled all the soup on the seat.

Wen Qiao quickly took out a tissue and wiped her mouth. Lu Youyou grabbed her hand, "Fu Nanli? I've heard of it. He's the only heir to the Fu's consortium, and he's a handsome guy who is firmly in the top spot in the aviation industry. You with him..."

"It's a long story, and I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, if someone asks you, you should answer as I said."

After the meal, Lu Youyou pestered her all the way. At the entrance of the convenience store, each of them was holding a cup of milk tea. Wen Qiao took a sip, and roughly described her past two days in the most concise words.

Of course, she didn't mention the matter of rebirth, she only said that someone suddenly seemed to be saying in her mind, 'You must stay by Fu Nanli's side, or you will die'.

Lu Youyou bit a popping pearl, her eyes lit up: "This is the legendary destiny. I have never met Fu Nanli, but he has a very good reputation in the upper class circle. He is cold and mysterious, not close to women. With beauty and money, all the famous ladies in Hong Kong City are secretly competing to see who can be the top lady Fu, never would have thought that this is cheap, and it falls to you."

Wen Qiao's mind was full of thoughts: "The day he regained his memory, my reputation was ruined."

Lu Youyou patted her on the shoulder: "Maybe Fu Shao will really fall in love with you by then, don't panic."

At 1:30 in the afternoon, there were some spectators scattered in the small auditorium with a round stage that could accommodate 200 people.

There are only twelve students in the Ninth Middle School who are qualified for interviews. Several professors from Central Music are lined up in order, and the staff is setting up the stage.

On the side screen of the round stage, Wen Qiao saw Wen Jianmin, Zhong Hui and Wen Xuan entering the small auditorium in decent clothes. They were seated in the third row. Obviously, her father was here to cheer for Xu Lu.

Because her mother was busy with work, she didn't want her to toss back and forth, and she didn't tell her mother about the performance, so no one came to see her performance.

The light on the dome of the small auditorium slowly dimmed, and a teacher behind her called her name: "Wen Qiao, your number plate is twelve, and you will be the last performer."

Wen Qiao was about to turn around when he saw the back door of the auditorium open, and a tall and familiar figure entered——