Chapter 194
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 194: I have something to say
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She had no other choice but to send him a message.âLetâs meet tonight, okay?â
Even if he found out that she was a liar, she had no choice but to meet him and accept the dismemberment of his eyes.
Everything was for the sake of survival.
At 5:30 pm, she arrived at Fu Nanliâs apartment and rang the doorbell. She no longer had the right to enter the house directly.
There was no response, so she squatted by the wall and waited for him to come back.
At six O âclock, the elevator door opened. He saw the person sitting on the ground holding her legs, and his heart clenched. She looked like an abandoned stray cat in winter, poor and innocent.
Wen Qiao stood up, the cautiousness in her tone evident. Yueyue, youâre back.
His jawline was slightly stretched, and his fingers rubbed the edge of the captainâs cap. He looked at her for a long time before he said, â âWhy didnât you come in?â
Wen Qiaoâs reserved smile made him feel extremely uncomfortable. She said, â Iâll just take a look at you. Iâll take my leave first.
He stood there, unmoving like a mountain, as quiet as a winter night, so cold that people didnât dare to say a word.
Wen Qiao carefully walked past him, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
She had been waiting for him for a long time, and her fingers were cold.
His hand was warm as usual.
âWhy is it so cold?â
The moment he opened his mouth, Wen Qiaoâs heart clenched.
âI was waiting for you.â
âWhy didnât you come in and wait?â
Wen Qiao didnât dare to turn back to look at him. She said in a muffled voice, â you havenât contacted me in a long time. I thought we had broken up.
After a long period of silence, the man finally held her hand tightly and pulled her to the door. The sound of entering the password was mixed with his deep voice ...
âIâve been a little busy recently, so I didnât have time to take care of you.â He said.
The door opened and Wen Qiao was pulled in by him.
âI, Zhenzhen, have some things to discuss with you.â
Before she could finish, he kissed her.
The cold person who had just surrounded her seemed to have been heated up by the warmth of the apartmentâs floor.
The kiss this time was different from usual.
Because he had bitten her.
It carried a hint of ferocity and punishment.
After a while, Wen Qiao sat down on the sofa in an obedient posture. Fu Nanli sat opposite her, his body leaning forward slightly. He drew a tissue and pressed it to the corner of her mouth. does it hurt? â
Wen Qiao wanted to nod. He bit her so hard that it hurt, of course.
âIt doesnât hurt.â
Her gaze was filled with humbleness and fawning, making Fu Nanli feel upset. He lowered his eyes and said, â you can tell me if it hurts. Itâs my fault.
No. Wen Qiao still shook her head. it doesnât hurt.
The bleeding had stopped, but the wound made Fu Nanliâs heart clench, and his expression turned a little dark.
Wen Qiao wanted to say something, but she stopped herself and said, â âI have something to tell you.â
She wanted to be honest with him, but the lie in her heart made her feel guilty.
His rough thumb gently rubbed the corner of her mouth. âSay no more, Iâll send you back.â
âBut...But... But ... But ...â
From his eyes, she could tell that he didnât want to hear her say anything.
Wen Qiaoâs heart trembled as he pulled her out. When they were heading downstairs, she asked, â âThen can I still come to you in the future?â
She could no longer see what he was thinking.
âWeâre a couple, why canât you come to me?â
The door to the restricted area downstairs opened. The night outside was as cold as water. Fu Nanli held her hand and walked out.
Fu Nanli helped her open the car door, but he didnât get in. Wen Qiao rolled down the window and looked up at the tall man. the evening of Thanksgiving will be at the Wen CI art Center. Our Folk Music Club will be performing. Do you have time to come and watch? â