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

Wen Qiao said seriously, "I went to the hospital today, only to find out that you have been discharged."

"Well, I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"I met a very strange person in the hospital."

Holding the transparent glass with his slender fingers, he took two sips of wine, and when he looked up, only his Adam's apple was left on the screen.

Gudong Gudong, the Adam's apple was sliding up and down, and Wen Qiao felt his face was a little hot.

The man gently put down the cup in his hand, and the luster of alcohol was still on his thin lips.

"How strange?"

"He stood in the corridor and said, Fu Nanli is not dead. I wanted to listen carefully at that time, but he turned around. I was afraid of being discovered by him, so I slipped away."

Fu Nanli frowned, as if analyzing her words.

"Oh, by the way, he has a letter tattoo on the inside of his right forearm. It's about four or five letters long. I can't see what the text is. Do you know anyone like this?"

Fu Nanli lowered his eyes slightly and frowned.

Wen Qiao thought, she really asked too much, he has lost his memory, how can he remember this.

"No matter what, you must be careful, and take bodyguards with you wherever you go in the future."

The sound of fighting and killing came from outside the door——

"Shrink the circle, run quickly, cover me, I'll go straight up and kill someone, there should be two on the second floor, they've been hanging around."

"Okay, Brother Chi, I'm throwing mine outside, you go in."

"Hey...where the hell are you throwing it? You're going to blow me up, aren't you?"

"I made a mistake, Brother Chi, I'm here to save you, don't move."

"Hurry up, hurry up, I heard footsteps, don't save people first, kill people first..."

Fu Nanli looked at her, "What's the sound?"

Wen Qiao: ...

It's not my second brother.

"That...my brother is playing games, so I won't tell you. Just remember what I said just now."

After hanging up the phone over there, Fu Nanli buckled the phone on the glazed table, and Uncle Li came in with a bronzing envelope and put it next to the phone——

"Your father's old friend, Mr. Vincent, will hold a concert on the 'Jasmine' cruise ship on the 9th. This is an invitation letter specially sent by Mr. Vincent to invite you to watch it."

Fu Nanli nodded, but did not respond.

"Will the young master go? Your father had a good friendship with this Mr. Vincent when he was alive."

"Let's talk."

The tone seemed to lack interest.

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Wen Qiao wanted to do an experiment. After being reborn, the words 'you must stay by Fu Nanli's side, or your life will be in danger' lingered in her mind, whether it was true or not.

It's better to be fake, so she doesn't have to talk nonsense all day long.

If... misfortune is true, then, what is the maximum ceiling for leaving him.

I haven't seen Fu Nanli for a day, she is completely fine.

Two days, still fine...

On the sixth day, Fu Nanli invited her out for dinner. She falsely told that she and Lu Youyou had gone to the summer camp and were not in Haicheng. Mr. Fu was not a troublesome person, so she didn't say much.

Wen Qiao felt nothing unusual about her body.

Lu Youyou asked her to eat dessert in the afternoon, and she gladly went to the appointment.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, at the window seat of the dessert shop, Wen Qiao, who had been dressed up by Lu Youyou, was wearing a blue and white sailor suit and a woven straw hat, digging into the vanilla-flavored ice cream in his hand.

A black Bentley slowly passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The red light ahead, the car stopped, Fu Nanli turned his head, and saw her, like a doll in the window, with an innocent and bright smile, so beautiful that anyone who walked by couldn't help but take a second look.

summer camp?