The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Chapter 216



Chapter 216

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Chapter 216: Can’t help but fall

Translator: 549690339

Fu Nanli reached out to open the car door and pulled her into the car. Wen Qiao lost her balance and fell into his arms.

Zhuang Yan witnessed the whole process and felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a sharp blade. That kind of sadness was too obvious.

The car drove past them slowly. Zhuang Yan held his breath as he watched the car drive away.

Fu Nanli looked at the person in his arms. Zhuang Yan was talking about you, right? ”

Wen Qiao wanted to break free from his embrace and answer him seriously, but the man’s arms were holding her down, making her unable to move.

“It should be,”

“Should be?”

Wen Qiao looked at him helplessly. it’s me. He’s talking about me. But I can’t control what he wants to say.

The man’s rough fingers touched her face.”What do you think?”

“What?” Wen Qiao was a little confused.

“What do you think?”

There were many people who liked her. They were of similar ages, had similar hobbies, and loved music. That guy was obviously outstanding, handsome, and talented. Most importantly, that guy was the guy that Wen Qiao had once liked.

Wen Qiao said honestly, ” I don’t have any thoughts. The past is the past. Regrets and regrets won’t let yesterday’s years start over. I have you by my side now.

The little fox was beautiful, but she was also dangerous.

Even though the little fox lied without changing her expression, he still couldn’t help but fall for her.

Let’s just take it that she was speaking the truth.

Recently, Xu Lu had been very depressed. Wen Qiao’s harsh words were still ringing in her ears. No matter how much she hated Wen Qiao, no matter how twisted her heart was, she didn’t dare to play any tricks behind her back. It was fine if her nose was broken and reconnected, but if her fingers were broken and reconnected, it would definitely affect her ability to play the zither.

However, Wen Qiao was simply too well-known. Not only did she successfully perform at ciwen on Thanksgiving Day, but it was also revealed that she was mu Yue, and she was in the limelight.

Zhuang Yan had also publicly apologized to her.

The students ‘opinions of Wen Qiao and the Folk Music Club were changing subtly.

That day in class, Song Yu had said ‘Wen Qiao’s lute was really good’, and the other boys didn’t refute her.

At that time, she was already on guard against a great enemy. If this continued, Wen Qiao would be able to turn the tables completely.

Just as she was feeling vexed, she received a text message on her phone: [ I plan to make you popular. Do you have any intentions? ]

Xu Lu’s heart suddenly shrank. She read this sentence over and over again. What did it mean? Did I send it to the wrong person? Or some scamming company? Why did he say that without any reason?

Who are you? Are you sure you’re sending me a message? Do you know me? What do you mean by you plan to support me? ]

The other party replied very quickly: [ didn’t you want to become a talented music producer like mu Yue? ]

Xu Lu’s fingers were trembling. how are you going to support me? ”

someone will compose and write lyrics for you. Just sign your name.

Xu Lu’s heart was boiling, and her desire for fame and fortune made her forget about using fake means.

But she was still worried. Who are you? Why are you helping me? [ what if this is exposed one day? what about my reputation? ]

The other party replied: ” my people will not reveal anything. You have no talent and if you want to be famous, you naturally have to take a certain risk. It’s up to you to decide. As for who I am, you don’t have to be curious. I just want you to be successful and become another name card of Central Conservatory of Music. If you’re not willing, I can choose someone else.

Seeing the sentence ” you have no talent “, Xu Lu was so angry that her heart hurt, but she could not refute it. She could only hold her breath and reply ” I agree.


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