Chapter 203
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 203: He compromised with the world
Translator: 549690339
In the end, Fu Nanli couldnât hold it in. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head, saying helplessly, â âIâm just cooking an egg. You donât need to help. If you want to stay here, then stay.â
He gave in to the world.
He gave in to Wen Qiao.
He couldnât keep her cold.
He reached out to turn on the fire and pressed a timer. Nine minutes later, the egg was cooked. He doused it in cold water and pulled her to the living room.
The blue and purple on her cheeks were obvious. He pressed the egg on her face.
âIâm really not that pampered.â Wen Qiao smiled at him.
Fu Nanli pressed down lightly, not saying anything.
our performance at ciwen tonight was quite successful. I wore a qipao, and that qipao looked pretty good. Itâs a pity you didnât see it.
Fu Nanliâs long and slender fingers pinched her chin, his right hand holding an egg and gently pressing it against her cheek. His eyes were slightly open, and his Adamâs apple was sliding up and down.
She was very beautiful, so beautiful that one couldnât take their eyes off her.
after the performance ended, there was a lot of applause. The audience liked it, so they played two songs. One was ambush from all sides, and the other was Zhu Liang.
Wen Qiao wasnât a talkative person, and she was always calm when she was with others. But now, she was afraid of an awkward silence, so she kept talking.
At ciwen Art Center, Shang fan rushed over, and the reporters had almost dispersed.
As soon as he saw mu Yue being exposed on the internet, he hurriedly rushed over with his Little Junior Sister, thinking of helping mu Yue take some of the fire.
A top idol with a girl would definitely attract the attention of the reporters. For Ms. Mu Yue, he would give it his all.
However, he didnât expect that mu Yue would have already been taken away by someone when he rushed over. He really didnât expect mu Yue to break through the siege and escape.
It seemed like he had made a wasted trip.
Wen Qiaoâs phone vibrated. It was a video call invitation from Shang fan. She hurriedly picked it up.âWhatâs wrong?â
Fu Nanliâs fingers paused, but he continued to help her reduce the swelling.
Shang fanâs voice could be heard from the other end,âteacher muyue, have you left ciwen? I wanted to come over and help you attract the attention of those reporters.â
Wen Qiao:
âHow are you going to attract them?â
âI came out with my Little Junior Sister. The reporters will definitely not let go of the scandal about me.â
âDid your manager allow you to do that?â
Using him to create a scandal to divert her attention was a big sacrifice.
âMy manager canât control me, but when I arrived, you were already gone.â
Fu Nanliâs gaze was dark. There were many people who wanted to help her out of her predicament.
If he didnât appear, someone else would.
And he couldnât just stand by and watch as she had another man by her side.
Wen Qiao: â yes, Iâve successfully gotten out of trouble. Iâll have to trouble brother Hao to help me deal with the s on the internet. I still donât want to make a big deal out of it. Help me pass a message to brother Hao.
brother Hao knows, but the images of you being blocked didnât appear on the internet.
âReally?â
Fu Nanli darted her a look. Wen Qiao could feel his breathing getting heavier, so she hurriedly said to Shang fan, â âAlright, alright, Iâll stop talking to you.â
After hanging up, she looked at Fu Nanli and asked,âwere you the one who got people to control the s online?â
Fu Nanli was still pinching her chin, gently pressing down on the egg. âYes, I asked Fu Cheng to negotiate with him.â
Which media company would be so reckless as to commit a crime against young master Fuâs words?
Naturally, there was no news about Wen Qiao on the internet.
Wen Qiao placed her hand on his knee tentatively. His attitude was strange, so Wen Qiao probed his bottom line bit by bit.
His big hand wrapped around her small hand. It was warm, and his fingers were warm.
âOur school has a Poetry Gathering on Christmas Eve, and I have a solo performance. Do you have time to come and watch then?â
âI have work on Christmas Eve, so I canât go.â He paused for a moment before saying, â I really do have a job.
âOh, okay. Weâll talk about it next time.â