Chapter 113
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 113: They feel like an old couple
Translator: 549690339
The atmosphere had long been ruined, and Fu Nanliâs mood was visibly terrible.
Wen Qiao pulled him back to the living room and helped him adjust the TV. âWhat channel do you like to watch?â
âDocumentary Channel? Itâs about scientists. Feyman, your English name is feyman. You should like it, right?â
On a rainy night, he was watching a documentary while she was in the arms of a man, scrolling through her phone.
Wen Qiao felt as if they were already an old couple.
âAh, right, that two million Yuan Yuan.â
âYes.â He responded softly.
âThatâs too much. I donât need that much pocket money.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
itâs not a lot of money. Take it and spend it. Let me know when youâre done.
Wen Qiao asked,âYueyue, isnât this a huge sum of money? I canât take it, Iâll transfer it to you.â
âBe good, be obedient.â As he said that, he touched the top of her head.
His attention was still on the TV. He really didnât think two million was a big deal, so his tone was a little perfunctory.
Wen Qiao:
It was too difficult.
You still donât dare to act rashly. Spend it on him, and heâll transfer four million to you. Save it. When the day comes, youâll return it to him in its original form.
Fu Nanli wouldnât go so far as to force her to do something she wasnât willing to do. That night, he slept in the master bedroom while she slept in the guest room.
They were only separated by a wall, and he was sleeping very close to her. Wen Qiao used her arm as a pillow and tossed and turned, only falling asleep after a long time.
Regarding the composer of â Jing Zhe, â many students from Central Conservatory of Music went to Xu Lu to verify it and asked if she was the one.
Xu Lu only replied with one sentence,âcan you guys stop asking? I just want to study hard and be a low-profile student.
This was undoubtedly hinting to others that âthatâs right, Iâm the composer of Jing Zhe, but because I keep a low profile, donât disturb my life.â
Zhao Tong was the happiest,âLulu, itâs really you?â I knew it was you. The song you played during the second yearâs studentâs day party was also composed by you. Lulu, youâre so talented!â
Xu Luâs smile was somewhat forced.
The song for the studentâs day Gala was composed by Wen Qiao for her, and only she and Wen Qiao knew about it.
She felt guilty when she mentioned it again.
âTongtong, thatâs enough. Letâs not talk about this anymore. I donât like to be in the limelight.â
When Wen Qiao returned to the school, there were several media vehicles parked at the main entrance. A group of reporters surrounded the vehicles, smoking and chatting.
When they saw Wen Qiao, there was a commotion among the reporters. A few reporters who were impatient from waiting for mu Yue wanted to come over, but Lu Youyou blocked them.
The reporters looked at her and sighed. This female student was very beautiful. Since they couldnât interview mu Yue, they could only settle for the next best thing. Interviewing the school Belle or something wasnât a bad idea.
Wen Qiao was holding a bottle of yogurt in her hand, drinking it as she walked into the campus.
Suddenly, someone shouted, â âMuyue is out, sheâs out.â
Wen Qiao,âran ran?â
Looking up, Xu Lu appeared at the school gate in her best attire, and Zhao Tong was full of pride.
Lu Youyou pouted. Shang fan already said that muyue is low-key. Xu Lu canât wait to wear a dress out. Is this low-key? â Do these reporters even have brains?â
The reporters who were originally focused on Wen Qiao scrambled to Xu Luâs side.
Beautiful girls were the same;
Talented girls were rare and precious.
Wen Qiao leaned against the trunk of the Banyan Tree at the school gate, drinking yogurt while watching Xu Luâs pretentious act. She felt like laughing.
âTeacher muyue, youâRE teacher muyue, right?â
âIâm sorry, we just wanted to go out for breakfast.â Zhao Tong acted as her bodyguard.