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

He sat by the sofa, took off the other sock for her, and helped her put on new socks. The socks were pure cotton and had a very comfortable texture. Wen Qiao leaned over and said thank you with a smile.

In front of Fu Nanli, his voice and body movements always softened unconsciously.

Fu Nanli took a heavy breath. The light on a rainy day was dim, the end of the girl's eyes seemed to be filled with water vapor, and the color of her lips was also seductive. She couldn't help pinching her chin and gave a deep kiss.

When he let go of the person in his arms, it was already late, and at half past five on a rainy day, the outside was covered in black, the sensor lights on the terrace turned on, and the rainwater poured on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Fu Nanli said in a rough voice, "I'll take a bath first, and I'll cook dinner for you later."

Wen Qiao touched his neck: "isn't it good to take a bath after dinner? There will be oily smoke on your body when you cook."

isn't it?

Fu Nanli rubbed her hair: "you sit first."

After that, he went to the bathroom.

Wen Qiao shrugged, his life habits are not the same.

After Fu Nanli took a shower, wearing plaid pajamas, she wiped her messy and damp hair at will, and went into the kitchen. Wen Qiao went into the kitchen with him.

"Have steak, onion and tomato bisque pasta, eh?"

The young master really has no talent in cooking, and he is not very interested in it, only the skill of frying steak is not bad.

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, I like steak."

Give him special face.

Fu Nanli was cutting onions on the chopping board, while Wen Qiao leaned aside to watch.

Rarely, Fu Nanli also looked clumsy sometimes, if it wasn't for Wen Qiao's left hand hanging, she would really like to do it for her.

Accidentally, Fu Nanli cut his finger, and blood seeped out of the small opening instantly.

Wen Qiao's heart shuddered: "It's bleeding, you should wash it with water. I'll find you a Band-Aid. Where can I find a Band-Aid?"

Fu Nali turned on the faucet: "There should be in the cabinet of the bedside table on the left."

Wen Qiao went to his bedroom in a hurry.

Fu Nanli remembered something, and before turning off the faucet, he hurried to the bedroom.

Wen Qiao has always been calm. Only when he encounters Fu Nanli's incident, does he panic. He panics so much that he can't tell the difference between left and right. When he enters the bedroom, he goes straight to the bedside table on the right.

As soon as he opened the drawer, he glanced at a case report. Before he could take a closer look, the drawer was closed by someone who came behind him. Fu Nanli's breathing was out of rhythm: "It's the drawer on the left, not the right."

Wen Qiao suddenly said, "Ah yes, this is the right side."

She didn't pay much attention to it, and hurried to the bedside table on the left. On the second floor, there was a small medicine box, and she took a Band-Aid from it.

Looking up, Fu Nanli's left index finger was covered in blood.

"Come out with me quickly."

She dragged him into the kitchen, helped him stop the bleeding, then put on iodine and wrapped a Band-Aid.

Fu Nanli felt lingering fears and breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that he arrived in time, otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable.

Wen Qiao looked at his index finger: "Otherwise, let's go out to eat, you can also go to Xiaotangshan."

Fu Nanli rubbed her head: "It's okay for a little injury."

He put the tomatoes and onions in the amber pot, turned on the fire, and sizzled the steak into the pan.

After the war was over, Wen Qiao finally regained her senses. Thinking of the case report just now, she asked cautiously, "Did you go to check on your body?"

After the car accident, he lost his memory, and it is reasonable to go to check regularly.

The rest of the night

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