Chapter 387
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 387: He was angry, he was angry again
Translator: 5496903
âHow is that possible? Arenât the top players of Guild w all from other countries?â
âYou can also get to know Wen Qiao from overseas,â Yao Heng added.
Su Ying waved her hand. thatâs impossible. How could Wen Qiao be so capable? â How could she know such an expert?â
Yao Heng clenched his fists. His guess was probably right. At Su Yingâs brotherâs wedding, there must have been an expert who had given Wen Qiao some pointers.
Yao Heng was a little depressed. He also wanted to get to know an expert like that, but he didnât know how Wen Qiao got to know him.
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Wen Qiao sent a message to sy: [ thank you for your help ]
The other party was very cold and only replied with a â no need for thanks â before going offline.
Wen Qiao had long felt that Fang duoâs confidence was a little unusual, so she contacted sy to be her technical guarantee and monitor Fang duoâs ticket sales data.
Obviously, she was right. Fortunately, she had invited sy. Otherwise, if they pursued the matter later, a shameless lady like Fang duo would not admit to it.
Wen Qiao realized that she was being selfish. The news was about to explode, and everyone wanted to interview her.
It was because her identity as âChi moâ had been exposed, and the public was even more curious about her.
Wen Qiao ignored him and hailed a cab to Fu Nanliâs apartment.
Young master Fu was still busy with the companyâs Affairs at Zhong Huan Corporation. When he came out of the meeting room, he could vaguely hear a few young female employees discussing something in low voices.
Shang fan posted on Weibo that many media outlets wanted to invite mu Yue for an interview through him.
[I feel that Shang fan and mu Yue are really a good match.]
The moment the female employee finished speaking, she felt the cold and arrogant Princeâs gaze on them.
The veins on Fu Nanliâs forehead throbbed. He whipped out his phone and entered his office. The Weibo app was only downloaded because he wanted to read news about Wen Qiao. When he searched for Shang fanâs page, he saw that he had posted a Weibo post.
Shang fan: âDear members of the media, please donât look for me anymore. Ms. Mu Yue is low-key and doesnât want to occupy public resources. She wonât accept any interviews. Also, I donât have any tickets for her concert at tulanduo concert hall at the moment, so you donât have to ask me for tickets.
When he opened the s, all his fans were helping him @ Wen Qiao. It seemed that his fans really wanted them to be together.
Fu Nanli had a terrible headache after attending meetings the entire afternoon. Wen Qiao sent him a message with a picture of her preparing dinner at his apartment and asked him to go back for dinner.
His depressed mood was slightly relieved.
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The journey was smooth, and the parasol trees were once again verdant and lush. In late spring, when Fu Nanli opened the door, she was on the balcony watering the plants.
The light of dusk was gentle, and the butterfly Blue and Canna flowers were bathed in a light and gentle glow. Fu Nanli walked over with gentle steps.
Wen Qiao heard footsteps and turned around, only to see the man leaning against the door frame, looking at her calmly.
She put down the spray can, walked over, and was pulled into the manâs arms.
âAll our tickets will be sold out in one minute.â It was only when she mentioned it to Fu Nanli that she would reveal a child-like expression, asking for praise.
Fu Nanli ruffled her hair. that was great. The performance is on the 26th, right? â
âYes.â
âIâll go and watch your performance then.â
Wen Qiaoâs heart sank,âAiya, Yingluo.â
whatâs wrong? â Fu Nanli clasped her soft waist. whatâs wrong? â
âI didnât leave any tickets for you.â
what do you mean? â Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes at her.
that small concert hall can only accommodate 1000 people. We sold tickets for 1000 people, so I forgot to leave some for the guests.
The hand on her waist tightened, and Wen Qiao was forced to lean against his chest, facing a certain someoneâs anger.
âYou didnât leave any for me?â