Chapter 1067
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
It started drizzling outside again.
Lu Wenzhou put out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and covered his face with his hands. He bowed and said in a low voice, â âWang Hui, did I deserve this?â
Wang Hui felt uncomfortable and quickly comforted her, â âPlease donât say that. Back then, Yingluo ...â
âIf I really didnât like him back then, perhaps I shouldnât have yielded to the old master and married her against my will.â
sigh! Wang Hui sighed. isnât that the old man threatening you with his life? â
Lu Wenzhouâs face darkened. I was wrong from the beginning. In those two years, I did a lot of wrong things to her. I made more mistakes than I made before. Thereâs so much difference between us. Is there no way I can get her back? â
Wang Hui said, â you canât say that. Peopleâs hearts are made of flesh. After all, miss Zhou used to like you. If you realize your mistake and actively try to make up for it, I think youâll be in trouble, Qianqian.
âIs there really still hope?â He seemed to have placed his only hope on Wang Hui. As long as Wang Hui said that there was still hope, he would have the motivation to continue.
Wang Hui didnât dare to speak for a while. If it didnât work out, second master Lu would definitely blame him.
âIf I say thereâs no hope, what do you plan to do, second master? Are you going to give up on her?â
Lu Wenzhouâs eyes turned cold, and Wang Hui was a little scared.
He knew what the second master was thinking. He was blaming him. He could not even say something nice to make him happy. He was too useless as a bodyguard.
âYou can leave now.â Lu Wenzhouâs voice returned to its usual cold and indifferent tone.
Wang Hui knew that the second master had recovered from his intermittent confusion and did not need him to comfort him anymore. He quickly left the room.
That night, Lu Wenzhou smoked a whole pack of cigarettes. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and wrote on the window with his finger. He asked Zhou Tao, â what do I have to do? what do I have to do? â
It was still Midsummer, a long summer. Wen Qiao went to the Shen familyâs house again.
Uncle Chen asked her to wait downstairs. Wen Qiaoâs brows twitched unnoticeably. âWhatâs wrong? Hasnât Shen Yan woken up yet?â
Uncle Chen smiled. the young master is in Sirâs study. He probably has something to discuss.
An angry shout suddenly came from upstairs. It was the voice of the master of the kingdom of Shen. Wen Qiao recalled the scene of the master of the kingdom of Shen kicking Shen Yan in anger and frowned. Was it domestic violence again?
It would be strange for a child who grew up in such an environment to have a normal heart.
âDoes your teacher often scold Shen Yan?â
Wen Qiaoâs question was straightforward, but Uncle Chen was shocked. He hurriedly said, â âThereâs no such thing.â
Wen Qiao pointed at her ear,âdo you think Iâm deaf? Your Masterâs Voice is so loud.â
Uncle Chen ignored her, as if he was too lazy to explain.
Wen Qiao massaged her temples. Shen Yan was nine years old and grew up in such a family. It would be a wonder if his personality was normal!
âDid Shen Yan get into trouble again?â
âNo,â Uncle Chen replied.
Wen Qiao frowned.
Uncle Chen said, â miss Wen, youâre just a home tutor. Donât overstep your boundaries. Mind what you should mind. Donât ask about what you shouldnât.
Wen Qiao understood that this Butler was trying to protect her husbandâs reputation.
After a while, the door of the study opened. Uncle Chen said, â âMiss Wen, you may go up now.â
Wen Qiao went up to the second floor and ran into Shen Guoguo. The anger on his face had yet to dissipate, so when he saw Wen Qiao, he turned a blind eye to her and went straight up to the third floor, treating her as invisible.