Chapter 438
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 438: She canât beat young master Fu
Translator: 5496903
While she was cutting the onions, Fu Nanli was marinating the steak. When he turned around and saw Wen Qiaoâs tears streaming down her face, he instantly panicked.âIâll listen to you. Iâll listen to you from now on.â
Wen Qiao rubbed her eyes. onions. Itâs spicy.
This rubbing was extremely painful and even spicier. Her tears kept rolling out.
Fu Nanli hurriedly wrapped his arms around her neck and got her to stick her head under the tap. He scooped some water to help her wash her eyes. your hand touched an onion. Why do you still have to rub your eyes? â
Her father-like boyfriend, young master Fu, felt mentally exhausted.
Wen Qiao was half-sprawled on the pool in a sorry state. âOh, I forgot. I donât really cook at home, so I donât have any experience.â
In the past, it was her mother who cooked, but now, uncle Ji did all the cooking. She did not even need to do something as small as peeling garlic.
Other than when she was in front of Fu Nanli, she had never touched anything.
Fu Nanli washed her with cold water for quite a while before the heat in Wen Qiaoâs eyes subsided a little. The collar of her skirt was also almost half-wet.
Fu Nanliâs Adamâs apple bobbed, and he hurriedly pulled her to the bathroom. He wrapped a bath towel around her body, then took another one to help her wipe her face and hair.
Wen Qiao was a little vexed. Why was it that she was always so rash in front of Fu Nanli?
âIs it still spicy?â
Wen Qiao leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. âMuch better,â
Fu Nanli reached out to support her eyes, leaned in, and blew on them gently. Wen Qiaoâs heart felt numb. itâs rustling, not like sand got into your eyes. Whatâs the use of blowing it? â
âDonât move,â
He was so strong that Wen Qiao really stopped moving and obediently shrank into his arms.
Fu Nanli took a soft cotton towel and gently wiped away the tears that flowed out of her eyes. Occasionally, he would get close to her and gently blow on them.
Wen Qiao didnât know, but from an outsiderâs point of view, this posture was very intimate and ambiguous.
After a long while, Wen Qiao finally stopped crying. Fu Nanli held her chin in his hands and observed her reaction.âAre you completely healed?â
âYeah, itâs done.â Wen Qiao nodded.
Fu Nanli held her hand and pressed her down on the sofa in the living room. âHave a seat, Iâll cook.â
âHow can I let you do it?â Wen Qiao reached out to remove the bath towel.
Fu Nanli put down the hairdryer in his hands. âYour collar is wet, blow it dry.â
After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen.
Wen Qiao lowered her head to take a look. It was really a lot wet. She was wearing a white dress, and it was very alluring and fanciful. She hurriedly turned around, inserted the hairdryer, and blew at her bangs and the front of her lapel.
After she was done, she turned around and saw Fu Nanli in the kitchen. She kept the hairdryer and walked over in her slippers.
His shirt was rolled up a bit, revealing the smooth lines of his arms and slightly protruding blue veins. His neck was also tight, as if he was holding back something.
âWhatâs wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?â Wen Qiao stood at the door and asked worriedly.
The well-defined hand clasped on the glass counter paused slightly and half-clenched into a fist. The blue veins on the wrist seemed to be more full, making people feel full of sexual tension and hormones.
Wen Qiao instantly forgot what she had said. She hurriedly took a step forward and held his hand, saying worriedly, â âAre you alright?â
Fu Nanli grabbed her wrist and pinned her down on the glass counter.
How could he let Red Riding Hood go when she came to him?
The overwhelming kiss trapped Wen Qiaoâs consciousness.
âThe initiative, Iâm the one whoâs taking the initiative. Since Iâve taken the initiative to pursue him, I should be the one taking the initiative to kiss him. Why did it become like this?â She thought.