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

Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "Yes, I see."

"I lost my memory in a car accident. You were the first person I saw when I woke up, and you were the one I trusted the most. Wen Qiao, don't lie to me again."

His eyes were burning, and Wen Qiao's eyelids flickered, and he said bravely, "Okay, I won't lie to you again."

She is like a scumbag who plays with other people's feelings.

"The day after tomorrow, I will return to work and fly to Munich, you and I will fly together."

Wen Qiao: "...I..." Seeing his expression, I immediately agreed, "Okay, okay."

"Have you ever flown with me before?"

"No."

"What is the way we date?"

"Just...in the park near my house."

don't lie? It's too difficult, it's really too difficult for her.

He just hugged her like this, without further movement, Wen Qiao said cautiously: "I'm here to play with Mr. Vincent, I'm going backstage to get ready first."

Then he put his arms around her waist: "Together."

Wen Qiao's psychological quality is very strong. Even though it was so thrilling before the concert, the performance in the concert was still at the level of an international grand prix.

As for Zhao Tong's question that she has never won an award, it is because she is not as pushy as Xu Lu, and has not signed up for any competitions.

The last melodious "Jasmine Flower" was played, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Vincent left the piano stand in a gentlemanly manner, walked up to Wen Qiao, stretched out his hand, Wen Qiao gracefully put it on his arm, walked to the center of the stage with him, and bowed to the curtain amidst the radiance.

Fu Nanli's gaze seemed to be glued to her body, from the stage to the curtain call, she followed her everywhere.

Xu Lu, who was sitting in the first row, could especially see clearly that Mr. Vincent's appreciation for Wen Qiao was clear at a glance. She was just deceiving herself that Wen Qiao was stuffed into this performance.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that Mrs. Zhuang no longer looks down on Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao's dream of returning to high society was shattered again.

She gloated a little, that a vulgar girl like Wen Qiao was out of place in high society.

The 'Eighteen-line male star' was also watching the performance in the first row, not far from their seats.

A foreign staff member walked up to Fu Nanli, bowed his head and said in English, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Vincent invites you to go backstage."

Fu Nanli straightened his suit and passed by Xu Lu and Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong said uncertainly: "I...how did I hear him being called Mr. Fu? Fu? There are not many Fu surnames in Haicheng. Could it be the young master from Tianhuan?"

The mysterious young master who works in the aviation industry.

Xu Lu shook her hand and dropped her bag on the ground with an unnatural expression: "Are you kidding me? Can Fu Nanli like Wen Qiao?"

Zhao Tong nodded: "That's true. I heard that all the ladies who have met Fu Nanli want to be Mrs. Fu, but it's a pity that Mr. Fu is very picky, and none of them can catch his eyes. Someone like Wen Qiao is definitely not qualified to be in his eyes." , shall we go backstage to take a photo with Mr. Vincent?"

"No, I think the performance of the last two folk music has ruined the quality of the whole concert. If it doesn't match, don't you lose your fans?"

She was used to Wen Qiao being ridiculed and discriminated against by everyone.

She was too afraid to see the glowing Wen Qiao surrounded by others and praising her.

Zhao Tong raised his chin: "That's right, we don't care too much. If we go backstage, we might meet Wen Qiao who is a villain. Let's not look for that, and we will never watch Vincent's concert again."

They went out together with the audience.

However, her ears were filled with all kinds of compliments for Wen Qiao.