Chapter 152
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 152: Iâm here
Translator: 549690339
How old was she? she and her roommates always drank hot wine when they went out, okay?
Why did he treat her like a little kid?
The veins on Fu Nanliâs forehead throbbed as he lowered his head. call him Fu Cheng, or Big Brother Cheng. You donât have to call him Big Brother Cheng.
The word âbrotherâ always seemed to be full of emotions.
Her amorous feelings could only be used on him alone.
Wen Qiao tilted her head, a look of confusion on her face. Why?â
Was there a difference?
Fu Nanli pressed down on her fair wrist. âJust be obedient.â
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows. young master didnât say anything. I didnât dare to pour you wine.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Wen Qiao looked at Fu Nanli. Iâll just drink one glass. Alright? â
Fu Nanli raised his hand. Fu Cheng, bring a bottle of fruit wine over. Peach wine with air bubbles. Do you have it? â
He Juan teased. youâre treating her like a child and dating her again. Nan Li, youâre contradicting yourself.
Fu Nanli looked at the longing in Wen Qiaoâs eyes and let out a sigh of relief. âFu Cheng, just pour her a cup.â
Wen Qiao had never expected that she could finish half a bottle of red wine with a burning knife, but it was done with a glass of red wine.
Wen Qiao drank a cup, and it didnât take long before she felt her face heat up, her mind become muddled, her consciousness blurred, and her body went soft.
Fu Nanli pulled the swaying person into his arms.
Fu Cheng spread his hands. brother, donât blame me. You asked me to pour the wine.
Fu Nanli shot daggers at Fu Cheng with his eyes, making him feel extremely aggrieved.
what? â He Yan couldnât hold back her smile. someone actually got this drunk just from a glass of red wine? â
So this girl had used such a method to bewitch Fu Nanli?
Wen Qiaoâs face was flushed red, her eyes dazed. She grabbed Fu Nanliâs hand and said rather harshly, â âI can drink, but Donât Treat Me Like A Child. Actually, when I go out with Lu Youyou and the others, I can drink more than half a bottle of white wine.â
Fu Nanli lifted her up horizontally and walked out.
âGet someone to send some hangover soup to my room.â
âAlright, brother.â Fu Cheng replied.
She then saw Fu Nanli hurriedly leaving the private room with the person in his arms.
He Yan couldnât hold it in any longer. Throwing away the chopsticks in her hand, she took out a box of womenâs cigarettes and lit it up. In a bad tone, she said, â âItâs not convenient for little Wen to stay here. You have to go out to smoke when youâre smoking.â
He Juan let out a soft tsk. After all, they were the fu familyâs brothers. She must have been so angry that she spoke ill of Fu Nanliâs girlfriend behind his back without any qualms.
âHe Yan, watch your attitude.â
He Yan became even more furious. With trembling fingers, she violently snuffed out the cigarette in the plate of bones, picked up her handbag, and rushed out of the private room.
Fu Nanliâs room was on the sixth floor. He hurriedly carried Wen Qiao back to the room and stepped on the soft carpet, passing through the huge living room and back to the room. He had just gently placed her on the bed when Wen Qiao struggled to sit up.
She looked at him with red eyes.
The lights in the room had not been turned on yet, and only the dim light from outside the window shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
âWhatâs wrong?â He half-knelt by the bed, his posture looked pious, and his voice was extremely gentle.
She might have become more emotional after getting drunk. No matter how tough her life was, Wen Qiao had never complained to anyone or complained about her grievances.
However, when she faced him, she became soft.
âDad doesnât want us anymore, little brother is sick, and mom is too kind. Iâm the one supporting the whole family, will I be tired? Actually, Iâm tired too.â
He didnât seem to have any experience in comforting people. He just reached out and touched her face over and over again, saying in a deep voice, â âIâm here, Iâm here.â