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

Su Yun is checking the expired status of sandwiches, rice balls and some milk in the freezer. The supermarket teacher is two years younger than her. He is 40 this year. His name is Ji Mingyuan, and he has always taken care of her.

"Sister Su, the shelf life of these is until tomorrow morning, take them back to the children to eat at night."

There are some foods in the store that are about to expire. Ji Mingyuan will ask Su Yun to take them back for the children to eat. Su Yun is about to speak...

"It's still so poor..."

A teasing voice came from behind, Su Yun turned her head and saw Zhong Hui, her ex-husband's current wife.

Zhong Hui was full of jewels, jade bracelets and emerald rings, she was wearing the latest Chanel suit, and she was wearing a Hermès limited edition crocodile leather bag, which cost 400,000 yuan each.

In comparison, Su Yun was much more shabby, with a cotton shirt, khaki wide-leg pants, and a wine-red plaid apron over it. After a busy day, her hair was a little messy.

"What's up?"

Su Yun clenched the rag in her hand and looked at Zhong Hui.

Zhong Hui glanced at the oden cooking next to the cashier, and covered her nose with her hands, her dislike was clear at a glance.

It was as if she was born in a wealthy family, never struggled at the bottom, never entered a small convenience store on the street.

She completely forgot that before she became Wen Jianmin's secretary, she lived in an old-fashioned tube house with one bedroom, one living room and the kitchen in the corridor.

Zhong Hui said lightly: "Su Yun, I really underestimated you. You are still so coquettish despite your age. Why, with your face now, can you only take advantage of these small advantages? The bread that is about to expire Milk? Are you being too picky?"

Zhong Hui looked at Su Yun with contemptuous and explicit eyes.

Ji Mingyuan burst out angrily: "You woman, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhong Hui snorted lightly: "Isn't it? Su Yun, you have a brilliant move. With one hand, you seduce your boss, and with the other hand, you make your daughter ask Jianmin for money. You don't let go of either side. You have a lot of ambition..."

Wen Qiao who came in a hurry picked up a bottle of rock sugar pears from the shelf, unscrewed the cap, and poured water directly over Zhong Hui's head.

Chanel's suits and Hermes' limited edition bags were all ruined by her.

Zhong Hui screamed: "Ah...my bag..."

After talking about protecting the bag in her arms, her true nature was revealed at the critical moment. Would a real rich family care about a mere limited bag?

Ji Mingyuan laughed unceremoniously, but Su Yun looked worried.

Wen Qiao finished pouring a whole bottle of Rock Sugar Sydney, and threw the empty bottle on the ground heavily.

Only then did Zhong Hui turn around and saw that it was Wen Qiao, "Are you crazy? Do you know how much this bag costs? If it's broken, can you afford it?"

Wen Qiao flicked her hair: "My daughter caused trouble, then let me pay the bill, go back and cry with Wen Jianmin, let him buy you another one, look, you are crying, isn't it a crocodile leather bag worth hundreds of thousands?" , it will make you appear that you are not rich at all, not like a wealthy lady, you know?"

Zhong Hui fumbled out of her bag for a pack of tissues, wiped off the sticky drink on her face in embarrassment, her hair was all tied together, and the customers who came to buy things pointed and discussed in a low voice.

She had never been so embarrassed.

She transferred her anger to Su Yun: "No wonder you were kicked out by the Wen family and raised such a vulgar girl. You really contributed a lot. Also, you divorced Jianmin. How dare you instigate this girl?" To ask for money? And even the lion asked for two million."

Su Yun was a little shocked.