Chapter 356
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Translator: 549690339
Wen mo took a step back, his eyes full of wariness.
Wen Qiao grabbed Wen Moâs hand and stared at Wen Jianmin coldly. not only is Xiao mo willing to speak, our Xiao Chi has also recovered from his illness and is doing well in his studies. Heâs also bringing glory to our country in esports. Xiao mo is also the top student in his grade every year. Heâs a child that CEO Wen doesnât like, but heâs growing up well.
He would never reflect on a person like Wen Jianmin. He only felt a little regretful. If he had stood a little firmer on his side back then, these children would be by his side now and could really bring him glory.
What he valued was always his face.
Unfortunately, there were no âifâs.
Wen Qiao had a fiery temper, and his two sons only listened to her. Their hair stood on end, and they stood on the opposite side of him.
All of their achievements had nothing to do with him, their biological father.
Wen Jianmin was rebuffed. The people around him were discussing the Wen familyâs matters in a low voice. He felt bad and said, â you siblings have fun, I still have things to discuss â, before hurriedly leaving the three siblings âside.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xu Lu could see everything clearly. Uncle Wenâs goodwill was obvious. She felt a sense of crisis. Her situation in the Wen family would only get more and more difficult.
The way he looked at Wen Qiao became even more aggrieved.
Xiao mo! Wen Qiao held onto Wen Moâs arm. is Xiao mo alright? â
âIâm fine, sister,â Wen mo nodded.
Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief.
Fu Nanliâs original intention was for Wen Qiao to come and get to know some useful people. However, after Wen Jianmin and his son stirred things up, she lost her mood and simply ate some fine desserts and drank some drinks with her two younger brothers, as if they were here for a buffet.
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Two days later, when Fu Nanli returned, Wen Qiao was in his apartment. The door opened, and the man came in wearing the captainâs uniform. Wen Qiao ran over in her slippers and took the captainâs cap from his hands. Fu Nanli placed his luggage to the side and led her into the apartment.âHow was the charity dinner? Did you find anyone useful?â
âI know a little and learned a lot,â Wen Qiao replied.
Fu Nanli had put in a lot of effort to arrange this for her, so he naturally couldnât tell him about Wen Jianmin and Wen Xuanâs bad things and add to his troubles.
alright. Fu Nanli stroked her head. thatâs good.
Iâm planning to make a few dishes. Theyâve already been cut and matched. Iâll go to the kitchen to stir-fry them. Itâll be done soon. You take a rest.
Wen Qiao left her phone on the low table in front of the sofa and went to the kitchen to cook.
Fu Nanli unbuttoned his uniform around his neck and massaged his brows.
Wen Qiaoâs phone screen lit up. He looked down and saw a WeChat message from Dong Yao: Grandpa Lin went back and flipped through the ancient books. He said that there was no cure for your illness for the time being, but donât worry, it will definitely be solved in the end.
Just a few words, but it was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, setting off huge ripples.
In that instant, Fu Nanli even felt a little flustered.
His Qiao âer was trying to find a way to cure herself and to leave him.
This knowledge rushed to the depths of his heart, and the shock made his mind a mess.
He couldnât calm down, he couldnât think rationally, he couldnât sit still and wait for death, but he didnât know what to do.
Blame her?
She just wanted to cure her illness.
Who didnât want to have the final say in their own lives?
Why should she live her life depending on another person?
Fu Nanliâs thoughts were in a mess. He picked up a pack of cigarettes and went to the terrace, sitting outside and smoking quietly.