Chapter 219
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 219: bringing her away
Translator: 549690339
The Butler placed the claypot on the table. dried abalone with chicken soup. The dishes are all here. Old lady, Madam, itâs time to eat.
The sky darkened and the lights in the dining room were warm. There were four dishes and a soup on the mahogany table. The variety of dishes was appetizing.
Although the old lady was old, she took good care of herself. There were not many wrinkles on her hands, and the Emerald ring set off her fair skin. One look and you could tell that she was a rich old lady who was served.
She picked up the spoon and scooped a small bowl of soup, placing it in front of Wen Qiao. âDrink some soup first.â
âThank you,â she said.
Wen Qiao picked up the bowl and drank the soup. Ye minqiuâs heart skipped a beat. Her mother was a true-blue daughter of a wealthy family. Back then, the family was strict and there were many rules. Soup could only be fed into oneâs mouth with a small spoon. The cups and plates were not allowed to make any noise.
If the little girl picked up the bowl and drank it, would the old lady feel that she was not cultured enough?
Clearly, she was overthinking things. Old Mrs. Wen looked at Wen Qiao cheerfully, her gaze earnest and kind.âIs it good?â
It was probably a cross-generational relationship.
âItâs delicious,â Wen Qiao nodded.
âThen drink more.â
âWhere are you?â a voice came from outside the door.
It was Fu Nanliâs voice. Ye minqiuâs brows twitched. He had come too quickly.
âThe old lady and the others are eating in the dining room, young master,â the Butler said.
Wen Qiao put down her bowl and looked towards the living room. Very quickly, she saw Fu Nanli walking towards her, his expression not looking too good.
Fu Nanli strode to the dining room and grabbed Wen Qiaoâs wrist, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. âWho let you in?â
The little liar was so audacious that she had come to see his grandmother. He could indulge her, but no one else could.
Wen Qiao was a little at a loss for what to do and hurriedly stood up. âIâm Yingying!â
Fu Nanli pulled her along and walked out.
The old lady saw her grandsonâs gloomy expression and did not say anything. Ye minqiu followed behind and said,âI brought her here. You donât have to do this.â
Fu Nanliâs brows were tightly furrowed, but he didnât say a word.
Wen Qiaoâs heart felt a little stifled and she hurriedly said, â âIâm sorry.â
She had already been pulled into the car by Fu Nanli. Ye minqiu still wanted to say something, but the car sped away from the courtyard.
Ye minqiu placed one hand on her waist and pressed the space between her eyebrows with the other. She shouted angrily at the back of the car, get this straight, whoâs the mother and whoâs the son. You little brat, you really donât have any respect for your mother.
Her son was really Swift and decisive. In less than two minutes, he had taken her away.
His attitude was also somewhat thought-provoking, as if he was very unhappy.
She returned to the dining room, and the old lady said worriedly, â âWhy is Nan Li so angry?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ye minqiu took a sip of her soup. itâs indeed a little strange. Could it be that Wanwan isnât taking it seriously and is just playing around? weâre just minding our own business and meeting the young lady, so weâre embarrassing him? â
âIs your son like this?â the old lady glared at her.
Ye minqiu shrugged. I donât know what heâs thinking at all. Weâve never had any heart-to-heart talks. He never tells me anything.
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In the car, the atmosphere was a little tense. Wen Qiao could sense Fu Nanliâs displeasure. Was he unhappy because she had met his family without permission?
âWho asked you to come?â He said.
There was a lingering fear in his heart, afraid that she had said something wrong.
Wen Qiao didnât utter a word. She didnât want any unhappiness to arise between the mother and son because of her.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He said again, his tone already trying to be as gentle as possible.