Chapter 342
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Translator: 549690339
Wen Chi ruffled Wen Moâs head. âYouâre finally willing to talk, kid. Youâll definitely get better and better in the future.â
Fu Nanli stood at the side, feeling the joy and warmth of this family that was ordinary yet moving.
Su Yun wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and touched Wen Moâs face. She turned to look at Wen Qiao.âYou canât do such stupid things in the future, okay? Little Mo will feel guilty too.â
Wen Qiao:
Forget it, thereâs no need to waste my breath.
âYes, I know.â
At the side, Fu Nanliâs gaze was dark and menacing, with an expression that seemed to say,âyou still admit it in the end?â
Life wasnât easy, Wen Qiao sighed.
Su Yun looked at Wen Qiaoâs hand and was in a dilemma. the beds in your school have to be climbed up a ladder. Before they are restored, you have to live at home.
if Iâm in the country, â Fu Nanli said, â Iâll send her to and from school every day. When Iâm not around, Iâll get the chauffeur to come and pick her up.
thatâs too troublesome, â Wen Qiao hurriedly said. I can take a taxi too.
Other than dealing with the airline, Fu Nanli also had to deal with his own companyâs matters. It wouldnât be an exaggeration to say that he was busy with a myriad of things every day. How could she let him send her to school?
It was a waste of talent!
thereâs no need to discuss this matter, â Fu Nanli said forcefully. thereâs no need to discuss it anymore.
youâll be very tired, â Wen Qiao said softly, feeling helpless.
Fu Nanli ruffled her hair gently. âIâm not tired.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
letâs go! Wen Chi hugged Wen mo. letâs quickly leave.
The family members were very considerate and left Wen Qiaoâs room.
It was a small room, and there was a peach tree outside. The moonlight fell on the gentle petals, and Wen Qiao recalled that she used to describe him as a demonic male ghost in a fantasy novel.
Now that a peach blossom tree was behind him, his eyes were filled with tenderness. Wen Qiaoâs heart sank again and again. She hugged him gently. thank you.
Fu Nanli kissed the top of her head, his heart still throbbing in pain.
She had done a lot for her family. She was only twenty years old and was just a child in his eyes, but she had to bear a heavy burden that should not have belonged to her.
Later on, Lu Youyou said that she felt that young master Fu was snatching her fatherâs position from her. He doted on her like a father doting on his daughter.
That night, Fu Nanli gave Wen Qiao a lot of instructions, and she agreed to them. Fu Nanli pinched her face and reminded her one last time, â âYouâre not allowed to do such silly things in the future.â
Wen Qiao:
âAlright, I know.â She had completely given up on struggling.
After Fu Nanli left, the whole family waited on her. Wen mo squeezed out a hot towel and helped her wipe her face. Wen Qiao looked at him, chuckling. âLittle Mo, donât pull a long face. This is something to be happy about.â
Wen mo didnât say anything and only helped her wipe her face gently. After that, her mother applied some skincare lotion on her while Wen Chi laid out the blanket for her.
Wen Qiao was the greatest contributor to Wen Moâs success in opening his mouth to speak. The heroic act of her not hesitating to hurt herself and thinking of ways to make her younger brother speak spread all over the neighborhood in an instant.
The next day, everyone, including Lu Youyou, her neighbors, and the people from the Folk Music Club, came to her house. They praised her for sacrificing herself for others and warned her not to do such silly things again.
While everyone was in the courtyard, Wen Qiao grabbed Wen mo and said, â sister really fell down by accident. You must not feel guilty, okay? â
Wen mo said word by word,âsister got hurt because of me, and youâre still afraid that Iâll feel burdened, Wanwan?â
Well, now he was even more burdened.
Wen Qiao gave up completely and stopped trying to persuade Xiao mo.
Just like that, she was completely pushed onto the altar of high justice.