Chapter 107
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 107:-Xiao Wen adding fuel to the fire
Translator: 549690339
The car was parked by the side of the field. When the bodyguard saw him, he opened the door for him. Even though he was feeling depressed, he still stopped by the car and reached out to block the roof of the car, protecting her as she got into the car.
Zhuang Yan, who didnât intend to watch the freshmen welcoming party, saw the videos that were flooding the group chat. All of the videos were of Wen Qiao.
She was wearing a red traditional Chinese dress and a veil with gold embellishments on her face. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
He rushed over, only to see Fu Nanli helping her into the car.
The car slowly drove away from him. Through the half-opened window, Wen Qiao even took a casual glance. She lifted her chin slightly, her eyes emotionless, as if she was looking at a stranger.
After the car drove away, Zhuang Yan threw his phone in anger.
In the past, Wen Qiao was the shadow that chased after him;
Now, the tables had turned. When he turned to look at her, she was no longer waiting for him.
The lights in the car flickered. Fu Nanli was still wearing his captainâs uniform, and his captainâs cap was placed at the side.
Wen Qiao gathered the hem of her dress and tilted her head to look at him. The man seemed to be shrouded in a hostile aura, and his expression was one of âkeep away strangersâ.
âAre you tired?â Wen Qiao leaned over.
donât worry. Fu Nanli grabbed her hand. do I look tired to you? â
âYes,â Wen Qiao replied.
Fu Nanli:
After that, there was a long silence. The driver, old Hu, was anxious for his young master. It was not embarrassing to say it out loud when he was jealous, but if he did not say it out loud, the young lady would not understand what he was thinking.
Aiya, Iâm so anxious.
Wen Qiao wanted to make him happy, so she even took out the video of her and Shang fan performing on the same stage and showed it to him. they all said that our cooperation with Shang fan was unexpectedly good. It even made it to the top of Weiboâs search.
Old hu:
Little Wen, arenât you adding fuel to the fire?
Fu Nanli lowered his gaze. In the short ten-plus seconds of the video, Shang fan had turned to look at Wen Qiao five to six times.
âIs it good?â
It added to the fire.
Fu Nanli gripped Wen Qiaoâs wrist tightly. Wen Qiao could feel the manâs strength.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWen Qiao, you did that on purpose?â
âWhat do you mean by what?â
you showed the video of you and Shang fan looking at each other affectionately to your boyfriend to provoke me on purpose? â
Wen Qiao,âdeep and affectionate eyes? Where did you see our affectionate eyes?â
His imagination was a little too rich.
besides, youâre my boyfriend. Why would I anger you? â
The car had already stopped at the apartment he rented outside. The driver, old Hu, said, â young master, Iâll take my leave first â and then quickly fled.
The streetlights were dim and the light was dim. The badge on the manâs collar reflected a faint light on his chin, making his facial features even more profound. The manâs thin lips slowly opened ...
âWhatâs his relationship with Shang fan? Why did he hug you after the performance?â
Wen Qiao knew that his unhappiness was all due to her interaction with Shang fan. She carefully put away her phone and scratched her head. only me? â
When she saw him, she couldnât wait to leave the stage and didnât notice Shang fanâs actions.
He exerted some force and she was pulled into his arms.
âYes, I only hugged you.â He gritted his teeth a little.
The young master was not too happy.
I really didnât notice. Then, I wonât let anyone else hug me in the future, okay? â
Her anger was already hovering above her head. Fu Nanli thought that she wouldnât be able to say anything nice to coax him, but he didnât expect her to admit defeat so quickly. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly, and her soft little hand rested on his shoulder, her voice soft and sweet.