The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Chapter 62

Did Wen Qiao lie today?

“You’re not happy?”

Sometimes, Wen Qiao’s nerves were even straighter than a Man of Steel.

He held her with his iron arms, and his calloused thumb gently rubbed the skin on her lips. “Can’t you tell?”

An unprecedented possessiveness invaded his mind, hoping that she would only look at him. This kind of possessiveness was even a little morbid and uncontrollable.

Wen Qiao felt that the atmosphere between the two of them had become inexplicably ambiguous again and wanted to get up.

“Do you want to drink? I’ll get you a glass of wine? Dragon tongue orchid? Whiskey? Or Yingluo?”

Her wrist was held in place. I’m not drinking. I’m flying tomorrow. I can’t drink for the next 12 hours.

Wen Qiao had no choice but to sit on the sofa obediently. “Oh.”

Fu Nanli pressed the space between his brows. after this flight, I’ll be going to Europe to attend a conference. It’ll last for ten days. Including the time wasted on the way back, I’ll be away from home for about half a month.

The corners of Wen Qiao’s lips curled up, the joy in her eyes hard to suppress. “Really?”

He didn’t have to lie for half a month.

How good!

Fu Nanli’s tall figure closed in on her. He narrowed his eyes at her, his fingers exerting a little force. Her skin was soft, and a slightly red fingerprint instantly appeared on her chin.

“Are you happy?”

Wen Qiao immediately held his hand, and within a second, she was reluctant to part with the switch. “I’ll miss you. You must come back immediately after your meeting.”

Her tone softened, like a clingy kitten.

Fu Nanli had a feeling that he couldn’t do anything to her.

“I’m going to the washroom.” Wen Qiao still wanted to find out if the tattooed man from the hospital was among those brothers.

Fu Nanli treated her well, so she felt that she should at least do something for him to offset the guilt she felt from lying.

Fu Nanli raised his hand, and a waiter came over with a small golden tray with one hand. On it was a black bangle. Fu Nanli picked it up and put it on her hand. this is the pass to the Xiaotang Mountain Club. If I fly overseas in the future and you’re bored, you can come over to play. You can travel freely with this bracelet.

Wen Qiao touched it. It seemed to be high-tech and she could use a card.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to the Jiu Jitsu dojo. Come find me later, don’t run around.”

His smooth muscle lines were indeed the result of practicing Brazil Jiujitsu.

After Fu Nanli’s figure disappeared into the dark red Corridor, Wen Qiao casually grabbed a waiter and asked him where the boxing club was. The waiter enthusiastically told her how to get there.

However, this Xiaotangshan club was simply too big. Wen Qiao walked down the corridor, down to the courtyard, and made a few turns.

Then, she was lost.

This place was too much like a maze. She stood where she was and calmed down. She began to model in her mind which places she had been to and which places she had not been to.

Soon, the huge and complicated map of Xiaotang mountain was formed in her mind.

A Porsche was parked at the entrance of the club.

Zhao Tong pulled the unhappy Xu Lu over to play and waved the card in her hand. my brother has a good relationship with the young master of Ming City Pharmaceuticals, Fu Cheng. He got me this VIP card, but it’s a one-time use and I can only come here once. But don’t worry, my brother will get me a bracelet pass to pass through Mt. Tang. I’ll be able to come and go as I please then.

Xu Lu’s expression was still ugly.

Xu Lu pulled her inside. one Wen Qiao really isn’t worth you being so depressed all the time. While we’re having fun with the young masters and young mistresses of the upper class at such a high-end place, she can only squeeze together with her mentally ill brother in her poor neighborhood to watch television. They’re not on the same level at all. Let’s not lower our status.

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