Chapter 201
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 201: He always had compassion for her
Translator: 549690339
Zhao Tong and Jin Xuan were dumbfounded. Wen Qiao was really bold. Wasnât she afraid that hai Mao would slap her in the face? At that time, it would be even uglier.
However, this was also good. This way, he would be slapped in the face.
Xu Luâs heart sank completely.
Zhao Tong was too stupid, she was really too stupid.
Fu Nanli, who was in the last row, looked at the people on the stage. At the side, Fu Cheng said softly, â muyue, a popular composer on the internet. She composed a song for the popular singer, Shang fan, and itâs very popular.
Fu Nanliâs expression was dark as he replied softly, â âYes, letâs go.â
Her performance had already ended, and he didnât want her to know that he had come to see her.
Fu Cheng was surprised,âheâs leaving? Arenât you going backstage to give Xiao Wen some flowers or something?â
âNo need, letâs go.â
âAre you sure youâre mu Yue?â the male reporter asked.
âYou donât believe that Iâm mu Yue?â Wen Qiao said in an overbearing manner.
âWhy would I?â the male reporter laughed. How could that be?â
This news was immediately exposed on the internet. By the time Wen Qiao and the others changed their clothes and were ready to leave ciwen, a group of media reporters was already stationed outside.
The backstage was a little chaotic. The staff member said worriedly, â âLittle Wen, there are a lot of reporters outside.â
Wen Qiao smiled. itâs alright. You guys still have a performance later on. Donât worry about us. Weâll go out on our own.
She felt a little disappointed, because Fu Nanli didnât come to watch her performance.
He won the applause of everyone except for him.
She couldnât be happy.
Lu Youyou had the attitude of âone man can hold off ten thousand menâ. âIf they dare to make things difficult for you, I wonât let them off!â
Chun Xiao and Lin Xiang had also changed into their coats, and they surrounded Wen Qiao as they walked out.
âI didnât expect you to be mu Yue,â Lin Xiang said.
âQiao Qiao, Iâm admiring you more and more. Youâre my goddess.â Chun Xiaoâs eyes were like stars.
Zhuang Yan followed behind them out of instinct. He wanted to help her when he heard that there was a group of media personnel stationed at the front and back of the house. It would be difficult for her to escape if she went out rashly.
When he reached the side door, someone suddenly grabbed his arm. He turned around and saw Xu Lu, who was wearing a mask.
A part of her nose bridge was exposed. The current Xu Lu didnât dare to look Zhuang Yan in the eye. She felt that this version of herself was ugly and comical, and all of this was brought upon by Wen Qiao.
âZhuang Yan, youâre going to perform later, where are you going?â
âYouâre overstepping your boundaries.â Zhuang Yanâs expression was gloomy.
Iâm not trying to control you. You have to consider the reputation of the school. Many of the people who came to watch the performance today are big shots in the classical and symphonic music circles. You canât be willful.
âIâm just going out to send her off,â Zhuang Yan said through gritted teeth.
âDo you know how long youâll be entangled? There are many people outside.â
While the two of them were talking, Wen Qiao and the others had already walked out of the main entrance. The reporters who had been stopped by the security guards outside swarmed in, and the flashes of light were everywhere.
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Wen Qiao didnât, she really didnât. She just wanted to earn money and become a big Boss behind the scenes. She didnât have such a hobby of being overly focused on her private life.
Lin Xiang and Lu Youyou protected her on each side, reaching out to push away the cameras that were hitting her face. âSorry, donât take photos, donât take photos.â
Wen Qiaoâs face was still painted with retro makeup from the Republic of China. These photographers were so addicted to taking photos that there were no blind spots at all. They even forgot to ask her if she was mu Yue.
Chun Xiao was short and did not contribute much as he followed behind, so he could only shout, â âCan I trouble you to make way?â
The media that had been surrounding the back door also came after hearing the news, and dozens of people blocked the road.
There were two black cars parked across the street. Fu Nanli sat in the back seat, his expression solemn. In the end, he still got out of the car.