Chapter 313
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Translator: 549690339
She looked at Dong Yao, who had an expression that said,âI didnât know that this story was so tragic before I met Grandpa Linâ.
It only took Wen Qiao a few minutes to turn from anticipation to dejection.
Grandpa Lin saw that the little girl seemed to have lost all of her energy and quickly patted her on the shoulder. âDonât be sad. That was in ancient times. Now, we are in modern society with advanced medical skills. Humans can even go to the moon. Donât you think so?â
Wen Qiao didnât say a word, still immersed in the sad atmosphere.
Grandpa Lin continued,âIâm going to go back home and look through my ancestorsâ unofficial history to see if that concubine has worked hard. Little girl, donât look so dejected.â&Nbsp;
Of course, Wen Qiao didnât have much hope. The concubines would definitely try to stay by the emperorâs side and become his favored concubines, and wouldnât try to cure her strange illness.
However, since Grandpa Lin had already said so, she could only thank him for his kind intentions.
Alright, alright, stop mourning. Grandpa still has things to discuss. You guys go ahead and have fun.
Wen Qiao sat by the flower bed in a daze. Dong Yao scratched the back of his head. He should have asked clearly first. The truth was simply like a stick, catching him off guard.
âThis Grandpa is really Yingluo.â
Wen Qiao let out a sigh. forget it, forget it. At least I know that thereâs someone who has the same symptoms as me. Iâm not considered lonely anymore. I still have my own kind.
thereâs still hope. Donât be discouraged. Also, your situation with Fu Nanli is different from that of the emperorâs concubine. Even if the two of you fall out, you can still go and see him. When the time comes, you can tell him the truth about the situation. He wonât leave you to die. For now, stay by Fu Nanliâs side and donât give yourself away.
âAlright, letâs go.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Wen Qiao and Dong Yao walked side by side towards the exit. Behind them, a young man in a camel-colored coat stood in front of a shop that sold antique coffee utensils. He raised his eyebrows and said to the person beside him, â âWow, that girl is so pretty.â
âItâs pretty.â
that pair of eyes is especially beautiful. I seem to have seen a pair of eyes that are very similar somewhere, but the other party is clearly a man.
âIsnât it weird for a man to have such beautiful eyes?â
âNot at all. Heâs also a very good-looking man.â
As they were quite far away, Wen Qiao didnât hear their conversation and left the underground market.
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Fu Nanli made his tenth call, but it still showed âthe number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again laterâ.
His face was a little gloomy as he stared at the phone screen, his breathing a little irregular.
After Wen Qiao left the underground market, she headed straight for Fu Nanliâs apartment.
Because she had just told him a little lie, she would feel a little guilty when she lied and wanted to make up for it.
Fu Nanli sat on the sofa and watched television. The Documentary Channel was broadcasting all sorts of inventions from the steam engine era. Although his gaze was focused on the television, his consciousness had long since drifted off to God knows where.
The sound of someone entering the password came from outside the door, and his consciousness was pulled back from his mental journey to the great void.
Wen Qiao closed the door and turned around to see Fu Nanli watching television in the living room. She changed into her slippers and walked over.
âWhere did you go? I couldnât even get through to your phone.â Fu Nanli reached out his hand. Wen Qiao held his hand and was pulled into his embrace.
âI went to a place with bad signal.â
Fu Nanli stroked her soft hair. âWith Lu Youyou?â
Wen Qiao pursed her lips and agreed.