Chapter 1418
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
âIt hurts,â
Oh? â Fu Nanli glanced at her. you still know pain? â
Wen Qiao nodded. yeah, it hurts.
Fu Nanli used a cotton swab to apply some iodophor on her, then tore off a band-aid and wrapped it around her. âBe more careful in the future.â
yes, â Wen Qiao replied sullenly. I understand.
Wen Qiao felt that she was a bit strange. Before, when Chen Ning said that she couldnât control her emotions, she didnât believe it, but just now.
She tried hard to recall. She seemed to be a little greedy for the aesthetics of violence and wanted to see more blood.
Once this thought formed in her mind, she was shocked.
How could she have such a thought?
He had never felt this way in the first 22 years of his life.
She could not understand why she could not control her emotions all of a sudden.
Her hand was only slightly injured, yet Fu Nanliâs every move made it seem as if she was half-paralyzed. He personally helped her take a bath, then wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to the bedroom.
It had been a month since she last saw young master Fu, so he was naturally very enthusiastic. Wen Qiao did some physical exercise and momentarily forgot about some of the unpleasant things that happened before.
He thought that perhaps he was just worrying for nothing.
Deep into the night, Wen Qiao curled up in Fu Nanliâs arms. She felt a sense of belonging and security, allowing her to temporarily forget some of her troubles.
âIs your body okay?â
heh, â Wen Qiao chuckled. it doesnât make sense that my body would be made of paper after the operation, right? â
Fu Nanliâs chuckling could be heard, his warm breath making Wen Qiaoâs ears itch. Iâm just afraid that if anything happens, weâll have to be separated for a longer time. I canât take it.
Wen Qiao wrapped her arms around his waist. that wonât happen. We wonât be separated again.
This sleep was very long. In the past, Wen Qiao didnât dream much, so the quality of her sleep wasnât bad. Especially with Fu Nanli by her side, she slept through the night.
However, she had a few dreams that night, and each dream was darker and bloodier than the last.
She dreamed of the Blondie. In her dream, no one pulled her. She killed the Blondie, and she killed him with her bare hands.
The Blondie lay in a pool of blood and looked at her with wide eyes.
There were passers-by spectating, with different opinions.
his crime doesnât warrant death, right? why did he kill him? â
âThis little girl looks so soft and weak, why is she so ruthless?â
yeah, itâs too scary. Did you guys see that? that ruthlessness when he hit them just now was too scary.
Towards the end of the dream, Wen Qiao could even feel that she was dreaming, but she couldnât wake up. She was trapped in that dream, struggling, hesitating, afraid, and panicking.
âQiao âer, Qiaoâ er, Qiao âer, Qiaoâ er, Qiaoâ
At the end of the crowd, the sky was bright. Someone was standing there, like a guide at the peak of life. He called her name softly.
As the sounds entered her ears, Wen Qiao was like a drowning person who saw the light of the sea.
All of a sudden, she opened her eyes. Fu Nanli, who was at the side, propped his head on his hand and looked at her.
âQiao âer, did you have a nightmare?â
So it was really him calling her. Wen Qiao turned to look out the window. It was already dawn. It was already morning.
Her voice was a little hoarse, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. yes, I had a nightmare.
âWhat did you dream of?â
He had heard her mumble something just now and saw that she was clutching the blanket tightly with a pained expression. He then patted her face gently and called her name.
Wen Qiaoâs mouth was dry. She licked her lips and drooped her eyes. I remember it very clearly in the dream, but now Iâve suddenly forgotten everything. I donât know what I dreamed about.