Chapter 239
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Translator: 549690339
Outside, there were Christmas trees decorated with Christmas decorations. The lights flickered and reflected the water of the hot spring, making the place warm and quiet.
The phone vibrated. [ Fu Chuan: young master he is in a hurry and would like to ask for your help. ]
Fu Nanliâs eyelids drooped slightly, his gaze cold. He replied with a message: â Iâll just deal with him a little.
[ Fu Chuan: got it. ]
When Fu Chuan first received He Congâs call for help, he didnât know whether to laugh or cry. He probably didnât know that the financial crisis this time was all planned by Fu Nanli, so how could he possibly turn around and help him?
Fu Nanli put down his phone and looked at the person opposite him, who was quietly eating his steak. âHow did you do for your final exams?â
âItâs pretty good.â
âThereâs a reward for doing well.â
Wen Qiaoâs heart skipped a beat. Can I not have it?
âNo, Yingying, no need. I took the exam for myself, how can I ask for a reward?â
âThereâs going to be another gathering at Xiaotang mountain before the new year, and itâs going to be the same people.â
Wen Qiao nodded. alright, I really donât need a present. Yueyue, you donât have to prepare one for me.
He was almost done contacting the Hope Elementary School that she had given him. He had spent the money with great difficulty, so he could not accept any more gifts.
Fu Nanli smiled, not saying a word.
Wen Qiao felt apprehensive, not knowing if he had taken her words to heart.
He Cong had invested hundreds of millions of Yuan in the he family, but it was all gone. The most important thing was that he had embezzled the familyâs funds. If this hole couldnât be filled in time, there would definitely be problems with the family businessâs capital chain.
His sister, he Qian, had finally come looking for him. When he Qian learned that her brother was such a prodigal, she was so angry that she couldnât care less about her face. She started to teach He Cong a lesson.
âHe Cong, whatâs wrong with you? If you want to invest, then invest. How could you use the familyâs funds behind momâs back?â
He Congâs hair was messy, and he looked exhausted.âIf I f * cking knew the consequences, would I still do this? Donât lecture me, even if you scold me to death, it wonât help. Think of a way.â
He Qian was so angry that she threw her bag at him. find a way yourself. Go home, kneel in front of your mother, and repent.
He Cong scratched his head in distress. I wonder if Iâve offended someone. That person seems to be after me. Iâm the biggest buyer of this batch of mysterious debts. What else could it be if not me? â
He Qianâs heart skipped a beat as a thought struck her.
Was it for her brother or for her?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Who could be so capable? IM was such a big company, but a sub-prime crisis happened just like that, and his brother lost all his money.
Who was the one who warned them?
He Qian couldnât help but feel a chill run down her spine. It was because the only person she could think of was Fu Nanli.
It was such a coincidence. Right after she set up a trap for Wen Qiao to meet his mother, she heard that Wen Qiao had run away in the heavy snow in a gown.
So Fu Nanli was taking revenge on her for Wen Qiaoâs sake?
She felt that things were a little confusing. Did Fu Nanli know that Wen Qiao was a little liar?
Her mind was blank as she walked out of her brotherâs Villa and dialed a number. The call went through, and it was a familiar, sexy voice that could make her heart sink the moment it opened.
âHello, Yingluo.â
Sitting in the car, he Qian suppressed her heartache and said, â âCaptain, itâs me.â
âWho is it?â
It was always like this. He didnât have her in his eyes. He could never remember her, her name, or her voice.
All her efforts had become a huge joke.