Chapter 1087
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
The other two secretaries exchanged a look and didnât say anything.
Wen Qiao smiled. got it. Iâll just wait.
About twenty minutes later, Wen Qiao stood up, and Teresa immediately followed suit. Wen Qiao smiled and said, â âIâm going to the washroom.â
miss Wen, you donât know where the washroom is. Iâll Take You There.
Wen Qiao thought that this was surveillance, but she still allowed Teresa to send her to the washroom at the end of the corridor.
After entering the cubicle, Wen Qiao stepped on the toilet lid and reached out to touch the ceiling of the cubicle. She had a good sense of direction, so even though she was in the complicated ventilation pipes, she could still find the space directly above he xihuaiâs office in three minutes.
With a crack, a bolt of lightning struck from outside, giving Wen Qiao a shock. She gently moved a piece of the ceiling away and looked around he xihuaiâs huge office, but she didnât see him for a moment.
So, Teresa wasnât lying? Was he xihuai really not in the office?
Another bolt of lightning struck. Wen Qiaoâs interest waned, and she was about to return the way she came when she suddenly saw a person curled up in the corner of the French window curtains. In the dim light, that person seemed to be trembling slightly.
Wen Qiao suddenly recalled the celebration party that night. This scene was exactly the same as the scene at that time. Wen Qiao completely pried open the ceiling and jumped down.
The person hiding behind the curtain was shocked and looked at her in fear.
Wen Qiao walked closer. It was indeed he xihuai. This time, he didnât cry, but the panic on his face didnât seem to be an act.
Wen Qiao half-squatted down, but he xihuai grabbed her hand. âItâs you, sister.â
As if he had found a life-saving straw, he held her hand tightly.
Wen Qiao frowned slightly,âhe xihuai, do you want to pursue your dreams in the entertainment industry? What the hell are you doing?â
The lightning and thunder outside seemed to tear a hole in the sky. He xihuaiâs body was also trembling violently.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
It didnât seem to be an act. After all, his Secretary was on guard and didnât want her to see this scene.
Wen Qiao glanced at her watch. He had been here for five minutes. If he didnât go out now, Teresa would probably break in. She tried to pull her hand away.âI have to go.â
He xihuai grabbed her hand tightly. âSister, donât go.â
Wen Qiao,âare you addicted to cosplay? I have to go.â
Iâll be obedient. Sister, donât go.
Wen Qiao pushed him away and strode onto his table. With a strong jump, she returned to the vent from the original opening. Just as she returned to the bathroom, there was a knock on the door, followed by Teresaâs anxious voice, â âMiss Wen, are you done?â
you even have to rush me to the toilet, â Wen Qiao said impatiently. miss Teresa, arenât you being a little more thoughtful when it comes to everything? â
Iâm sorry. Teresa rubbed her nose. Iâm sorry.
Wen Qiao left the washroom and followed Teresa back to her office.
At the door, she turned around and glanced at he xihuaiâs office door. âHe probably wonât be back today.â
âIt should be,â Teresa said.
then forget it. Wen Qiao raised her brows. Iâll come again when Iâm free.
Wen Qiao went downstairs, held an umbrella, and walked to the courtyard. She turned back and saw that he xihuaiâs office was dark. Another clap of thunder rang out. Wen Qiao thought of his face. It was obviously different from his usual face. He really looked like a helpless child.
Wen Qiao shook her head and left Huai he.
She asked No. 3 to drive her to Jing âan road.