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

With chopsticks in hand, Fu Nanli turned the steak over and sprinkled some rose sea salt. The sea salt slowly melted on the surface of the steak. Fu Nanli responded casually, "Well, go to Li Fang and check it."

Wen Qiao licked the corner of his mouth nervously, "Then... what did Dr. Li say? What was written on the pathology report?"

Fu Nanli picked up the black pepper grinding bottle and looked at the people around him indifferently: "Do you want to add some black pepper?"

Wen Qiao nodded: "Yes."

The grinding bottle made a rattling sound, and he said lightly: "The memory has not been recovered yet, and it is said that it is difficult to recover."

Outside the window in front of the Liuli Terrace, it was dark, and the transparent glass could clearly reflect her face and make her expression clearly visible.

She didn't secretly rejoice, but her expression was complicated.

Wen Qiao secretly rejoiced in her heart that as long as he lost his memory, she could stay by his side as a liar.

But she felt that it was unfair to him not to restore his memory. Amnesia was considered a disease. She still hoped that he could have a complete and healthy life.

The steak was fried and the thick soup was boiling. Fu Nanli put the pasta in the pot, filled the steak, and ate dinner sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

When Wen Qiao had a good hand, Fu Nanli would do it for her, not to mention that she still had one hand hanging, cutting the steak into bite-sized pieces, and putting the pasta in her hand.

She looked up and saw that she was a little gloomy, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qiao said quickly: "Ah? It's okay, your hand is injured, it's best not to get water, the bowl..."

"There is an automatic dishwasher."

Wen Qiao made an "oh", held the fork in his hand, rolled up the pasta, put it in his mouth, and asked carefully, "Do you regret that you forgot something?"

If he wasn't happy, she would feel very guilty.

Fu Nanli put down the knife and fork in his hand and touched her face: "I won't have any regrets."

Wen Qiao turned to look at him: "Really?"

The man's eyes are inexplicably sincere: "Well."

Wen Qiao's little guilt dissipated a little. Although she told a little lie, she at least saved Fu Nanli's life, and she was very kind to him, at least he seemed happy now.

She comforted herself and carefully did psychological construction.

But Fu Nanli didn't dare to let her know that she had regained her memory. She was afraid that she was a deer in the forest. If there was any trouble, she would leave her world in panic.

Wen Qiao's loss came and went quickly, and she was happy when she learned that Fu Nanli was not unhappy because of her memory loss.

After dinner, he helped Fu Nanli bring the dishes into the kitchen.

Fu Nanli supported his forehead: "You are still injured, sit down for me."

Wen Qiao leaned beside him: "your finger is hurt too. Let's share weal and woe."

The girl had a bright smile, and the light in her eyes was very moving. Fu Nanli thought, even for her smile, he would hide some things that should be hidden at all costs.

After dinner, the two lay on the sofa, and Fu Nanli took the invitation letter to her: "There will be a charity dinner on the cruise ship in two days. You can take your brother to play and meet some friends. I have a job, so I won't go with you. already."

Wen Qiao took the invitation: "Are you going to fly to Helsinki?"

"Well, let Xu Shen be the captain in two days, and I will fly with me twice. If it is feasible, the workload will drop sharply in the future."

Wen Qiao nodded: "Xu Shen definitely can."

Fu Nanli squinted at her slightly: "You can speak for him."

"The person you brought out will definitely be fine." She said so firmly, and Da Gongzi Fu's vanity was satisfied.