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

After sending the email, I saw a hot search on Weibo # SY won the world-class Internet competition again # , Wen Qiao clicked on the video of winning the Internet competition, and saw that SY's profile picture was a black yuzu flower Galilee.

Eucalyptus leaf, the language of flowers is a gift, this masturbation seems to be very low-key, after winning the championship, he has never been out, nor has he opened Weibo.

Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows, it had nothing to do with her, she opened the mailbox.

I received an inexplicable email in my mailbox, all in English, from Mr. Vincent, a world-class pianist, saying that his world tour concert will be held in Haicheng on July 9th, and she is sincerely invited to come to the same stage play.

Wen Qiao tutted lightly, there are so many scammers nowadays, she just closed the email and ignored it.

It was still raining outside the window. She got up and walked to Wen Chi and Wen Mo's room opposite. Wen Chi was rewriting the test paper, and Wen Mo was playing minesweeper on the desktop.

Wen Qiao walked over, leaned against the table, and turned her head to look at her younger brother: "Xiao Mo, are our computers and mobile phones really all drawn by you?"

Wen Mo looked at her with clear eyes and nodded.

"They all retweeted Weibo and won prizes?"

Wen Mo nodded again.

"Where's the Weibo you forwarded? Show me."

Wen Mo obediently took out his mobile phone, clicked on his homepage, entered the word 'lottery', screened it, and a few microblogs popped up. Sure enough, they were all lottery blogs forwarded by him, and there was a record of winning prizes. Private message to ask He wants the address to deliver the prize.

Maybe her brother really has a koi physique.

Wen Qiao smiled: "What's wrong with Xiaochi, you can give me some guidance, huh?"

Wen Mo still nodded obediently.

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

Zhao Tong: "I heard that Zhuang Yan's million-dollar violin was broken by him. The web of the soundboard was cracked. It is probably going to be scrapped."

"Didn't his father buy it for him at Sotheby's auction house? He has always cherished it very much. How could it be so good..."

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

Xu Lu, however, is like facing an enemy. Only love can bring hatred. Wen Qiao's involvement in Zhuang Yan's emotions to such a large extent, does it also mean that Zhuang Yan cares about Wen Qiao deeply in his heart?

Distraught, she took two sips of coffee.

"Oh, by the way, on July 9th, Master Vincent's Haicheng tour, my dad gave me two VIP tickets, let's go to see it together, and after the end, we can go to the backstage to take a photo with the master."

Only then did Xu Lu forcefully smile: "Okay."

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

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

That's right, even if Wen Qiao successfully entered Yangyin, frankly speaking, folk music is still at the bottom of the food chain, so what can she change by herself?

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

Uncle Li knew this master's temper. If he said he would be discharged from the hospital, he would be discharged. Anyway, there is a family doctor at home.

While packing up his things, he said: "Madam, that is your mother, is now in Zurich. Regarding business matters, your grandfather has always complained about you as the captain. The old man has a bad temper. Return After you get home, you go to say hello first, and I didn't tell him about the car accident, so as not to worry the old man."