Chapter 230
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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âIâve asked someone to check. He Qian has an older brother called He Cong.â
âYes, He Cong is a well-known Playboy in the circle. He is a good-for-nothing and incompetent.â
âWhatâs the latest news in the financial industry?â
did you know that mini bonds are all the rage in the financial industry recently? â
Fu Nanli lit a cigarette and raised his brows.â
Fu Chuan said, â itâs the new upstart in the financial industry, Xue Lin, who started this debt craze. Itâs linked to a few Big Enterprises in the M Nation. Once thereâs a credit crisis, the money invested by individual investors basically doesnât return. The credit risk is extremely high, but the return on investment is also high. Ordinary people rarely invest in it. Xue Lin especially duped second-generation heirs into investing in it. He Cong also invested a lot.
Fu Nanli tapped the cigarette ash away. which companies in M Nation are Xuelinâs mysterious debts? help me check. After that, help me contact the person in charge over there.
âWhat do you want to do?â
Fu Nanli snuffed out his cigarette. the he family is so bored. Iâll give them something to do. That way, they wonât have to keep interfering in other peopleâs Affairs.
âLeave it to me, donât you worry?â Fu Chuan continued.
He was suspicious of Wen Qiaoâs motives, and Wen Qiao seemed to be suspicious of him as well. She must have said quite a lot to Nan Li. Now that Nan Li believed him, did it mean that he was already suspicious of that girl?
what? â Fu Nanli glanced at him. why are you so talkative? â
âHave you recovered your memory?â Fu Chuan asked again.
Fu Nanliâs gaze was as sharp as an Eagleâs. He glanced at Fu Chuan and replied, â No.
The answer was very straightforward.
Fu Chuan continued, â I have another question to ask you. After you lost your memory in the car accident, you shouldnât have remembered Xiao Wen either. So, when you first saw her at the hospital after you lost your memory, was it love at first sight for Qianqian? â
âWhen did you become so long-winded?â Fu Nanliâs gaze was cold.
Fu Chuan smiled and left the room.
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He Qian was anxious. She had spent so much effort, but Wen Qiao had seen through her in the end. What a waste of effort.
However, Wen Qiaoâs decision to escape Xiaotang mountain in a little dress despite the cold weather further confirmed her guess.
She and Mrs. Fu could not appear at the same place.
Regardless of whether it was Fu Nanli who didnât like them meeting or Madam Fu who didnât want to see her, it was all good.
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Soon, it was Christmas Eve, and Wen Qiao and the others had a performance.
The Folk Music Club had an ensemble, and she also had a solo performance. Now, she was already familiar with these performances.
Ever since the last appreciation Festival, the school had clearly attached more importance to folk music. There was no need to compete with people from the Western music department for the performance spots.
The schoolâs performance was divided into Western music and folk music, and folk music had a fixed seat.
This was a good sign, and Wen Qiao felt gratified.
Wen Qiao was preparing backstage. After fixing her makeup, she posted a selfie. Just as she was about to post it, Lu Youyou clicked her tongue.âLook at the photos you took.â
âWhatâs the matter?â Wen Qiao asked, sizing him up.
âAre you going to send it to young master Fu?â
Wen Qiao coughed and Lu Youyou sneered. âStop pretending in front of me. Iâll take a new picture for you.â
âWhy?â
the angle of your shot is even more amazing than a straight manâs. I donât want to say anything more. Sit down, hold the PIPA, and gently lean your head against it.
âIsnât it a little fake?â
Lu Youyou rolled her eyes. itâs not like youâre taking an ID photo. If you take it for your boyfriend to see, youâre just putting on an act. Do you want a single dog like me to teach you how to date? what the hell is this? â