Chapter 1077
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Wen Qiao was pleased. yes, youâve trained your body well. No one in school dares to bully you now, right? â
âNo, I didnât,â
As if she was addicted to touching him, Wen Qiao grabbed his arm and lamented as she touched him. âI didnât expect our Little Mo to have muscles one day. The lines on your arms are comparable to your brother-in-lawâs!â
In the dark alley, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled Wen Qiao over, causing her to fall into a hard chest. Wen Qiao almost cried out, until a familiar smell flashed past her nose. It was Fu Nanliâs smell.
âCan Little Moâs lines be compared to mine? Touch mine carefully, okay?â
Wen mo stood there in a daze, looking at his sister and brother-in-law. Fu Nanli glanced at him and said, â âYou go home first.â
Wen mo was still in a daze and looked at his sister. Wen Qiao thought to herself,âthis child is so slow to realize things. Itâs really worrying. When will she become sensible?â
âLittle Mo, letâs go home first.â
Only then did Wen mo hurriedly walk back with the large watermelon in his arms.
Light could not enter this corner, only the stars above and the chirping of insects in the summer night.
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and touched his arm. âLetâs see whose arm has more strength.â
âWhy are you so calculative with a seventeen-year-old child?â
Sometimes, this man, who was nine years older than her, was really childish.
âTouch it and see.â The man was a little unforgiving.
Wen Qiao had no choice but to touch his arm. There was still a difference. A young manâs body and a manâs body had a fundamental difference. At least when Wen Qiao touched his arm, her heart would beat faster.
âYes, your figure is even better.â
âWhatâs good about it?â He leaned against the wall, his tone like a Rascal.
Wen Qiaoâs fingers moved inch by inch. âYou have muscles on your arms, abdominal muscles here, and pecs, broad shoulders, and narrow waist,â
The manâs breathing was obviously out of rhythm as he grabbed her hand. âI told you to touch my arm, where did your hand go?â
âIf you wonât let me touch you, then forget it,â replied Wen Qiao innocently.
Fu Nanli looked helpless. weâll talk about it when we get home. My place? â
Wen Qiao: â I just bought a big watermelon. The owner said itâs very sweet. Iâm going to eat it.
Fu Nanli pinched the soft flesh on her waist. âYouâre that gluttonous?â
âIsnât the desire for good food like this?â
âI asked Qin bei to buy a watermelon on the way here. Itâs just a watermelon, isnât it?â
Just as she reached Fu Nanliâs apartment, su CE called. âWhat time will you be back?â
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes. This little uncle of his was even stricter with him than his mother.
Wen Qiao asked,âdidnât Little Mo say anything? Iâm here at Fu Nanliâs.â
Little Mo only said that you ran into Fu Nanli. I thought youâd come back. I was going to tell you about Western medicine, so come back earlier tomorrow morning.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOh, okay.â
Wen Qiao hung up the phone. Her uncle had said that she wanted to get the blood of seven people, and it would be best if she could master more skills.
Thatâs right, she was already overwhelmed by all kinds of skills, but her uncle still felt that it was not enough. He hoped that she would study Chinese medicine and master Western medicine. If her IQ was not high, this kind of intensive study would have long caused her to collapse.
After hanging up, Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli curled up on the sofa to watch Zhou Taoâs TV show.
Fu Nanli wasnât the least bit interested in such Xianxia dramas. Wen Qiao was just trying to contribute to the viewership ratings for her companyâs drama, so she turned on the background music and occasionally chatted with Fu Nanli.âZhou Tao is so beautiful like this.â