Chapter 1347
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Can you put down your fist first?
It wasnât just the female students. There were also many male students who were lining up obediently. These were the male students who were waiting for Wen Qiao to kick Fu Nanli out of the school, hoping to rise up to the top. These were the pursuers who were lining up from the South Gate all the way to the north gate.
Qin bei took out a small electric fan and fanned his young master. weâre graduating today, so Iâll fulfill their wishes. Young master, donât be angry.
His young master glared at him coldly,âdo I look angry to you?ââ
Qin bei:
Young master, can you put down your fist first?
From time to time, Lu Youyou stepped forward to help Wen Qiao wipe her sweat. Wen Qiao took a sip of the salt soda and wanted to cry but had no tears. I feel like Iâm a fake emperor in the film studio whoâs in charge of taking photos. My main job has become to take photos.
âThen stop filming?â
Wen Qiao waved her hand. itâs graduation season. Letâs finish filming.
The shoot went on from 3 p.m. To 6 p.m. Not only did the students from Central Conservatory of Music come to take photos, but many students from the surrounding reopened universities and Haixi films also came to take photos with her.
Wen Qiao smiled apologetically for the entire afternoon. When night fell, the muscles on her face were extremely stiff.
The crowd dispersed, and Xu Lu sat on the flower bed in front of the folk music Building and opened a can of beer.
Wen Qiao was so well-off. The young masterâs boyfriend came to support her, Zhuang Yan gave her flowers, and so many people, both boys and girls, wanted to take photos with her. In four years, she had really made a complete comeback.
As for her, her boyfriend, oh no, she should call him sugar daddy, could only hide in the dark. From then on, her life could not be seen in public.
With a bang, the can of beer was thrown to the ground. She pulled off the scholarâs hat on her head, and the girls behind her whispered, â âI thought she didnât even have enough credits? Why can you graduate with us?â
I heard that some Big Shot in the entertainment industry played by the unspoken rules.
âYouâre really shameless, relying on sleeping with others to get to your position.â
âShe looks quite proud.â
Xu Lu turned around and walked to the two girls, taking the graduation certificates from their hands. Zhou Xing Yao, Fang an âan, very good. Iâll remember you two!
Then, he walked away from the two girls arrogantly.
âYouâre still so arrogant even though youâre already taken,â the two girls sneered.
âThis kind of person really doesnât have any sense of propriety, justice, or honor.â
The two girls studied folk music, one guzheng and the other erhu. They were originally recruited by a theater band, but two days later, they received a notice of dismissal. They were dismissed together.
The two girls immediately knew that it must have been Xu Luâs doing.
sheâs so cheap. I even saw a Bentley pick her up that day. I heard from some of my friends in the circle that she seems to have an affair with the boss of taizhang entertainment, Yao Zhangmu. We didnât spread rumors.
sheâs always liked to play tricks. She didnât have enough credits to graduate through the back door, but just because we hit her weak spot, she asked the band to fire us. Shameless!
In the middle of summer, Wen Qiao went to the film studio to visit Zhou Tao. She had taken a break for a period of time to shoot advertisements and magazines. Recently, she had accepted a job in a fashion drama. It was mainly about a girl from a small town who accidentally entered the glamorous job at the top of the countryâs top five fashion magazines. It was a story about how she went from being a lowly assistant girl all the way to a female devil in the fashion circle.
The male lead was discovered by Lu Youyou to replace Dong Yao. His name was Zhuang Heng.
He was in line with Wen Qiaoâs aesthetics. He had a very spirited look, a mix of good and evil. He was tall with long legs, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.