Chapter 439
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 439: Holding his girlfriend in one hand without panting
Translator: 5496903
Ten minutes later, the pasta with steak and Tomato Mushroom soup were served. Wen Qiao sat at the table, her lips a little swollen. She lifted her leg and gently kicked the man opposite her. âWho allowed you to whine?â
Her ankle was immediately grabbed by a strong hand. âSince youâre not familiar with me yet, and it seems that my physical condition has nothing to do with you, why are you concerned about me?â
Wen Qiao was at a loss for words.
She immediately understood Wen Chiâs feelings. She couldnât win or argue with him.
He was so angry.
Seeing that she had been deflated and remained silent, Fu Nanliâs mood brightened up a little. He let go of her ankle and said in a deep voice, â âLetâs have dinner.â
Wen Chi was a tyrant in ninth high school, but he was innocent and weak in front of his sister.
Outside, Wen Qiao was wild, cool, and arrogant, but in front of Fu Nanli, she was weak, innocent, and pitiful.
One thing had its weakness, and Wen Qiao was in great pain.
âArenât you very busy?â
When Fu Nanli was helping her cut the steak, Wen Qiao was bored and casually struck up a conversation.
âYes.â
âI used to have a tight schedule, but now I have to fly a plane and deal with the Central Districtâs business. I have to go on a business trip every few days.â
âYes.â
âThen, when did you have time to work out?â
The steak was cut into pieces, and the plate was pushed to her hand. The boiled broccoli didnât look appetizing, but for the sake of her health, Fu Nanli forced her to eat it.
âThereâs still some time.â
âDo you exercise every day?â
âItâs almost the same.â
âWhy are you so hardworking?â Wen Qiao looked at him with her chin in her hands.
âSo that I can hold my girlfriend in one hand without panting.â His voice was sexy to begin with, and his slender fingers were holding a knife and fork. The lines of his forearm were so beautiful that people couldnât look away. When he spoke like this, Wen Qiao couldnât help but feel her ears heat up.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYou donât have to work so hard. Youâre already so busy with work. You can put aside these unimportant things.â
Fu Nanli shot her a glance. Wen Qiao felt a chill on her neck, feeling that he had seen through her inner thoughts. She felt a little guilty.
âYou just need to take half an hour every night to practice. Itâs not a waste of time.â
Wen Qiao flipped the steak on her plate and replied with an âOhâ in a low voice.
After dinner, there was still the afterglow of the setting sun in the living room. Fu Nanli, who had finished washing the dishes, walked towards her. He was dressed in a homely manner, wearing a loose white shirt and loose khaki linen pants. The bottom of his pants hung loosely on his feet.
As he walked over, he rolled down his sleeves and sat down beside Wen Qiao. He picked up the remote control and turned on the television.
What a coincidence, the television was actually broadcasting the transfer of the famous painting of sunflowers.
cough, â Wen Qiao coughed lightly. I want to watch variety shows.
Fu Nanli pulled her into his arms with great familiarity. He had played enough of this little love game between children and was done with it. From today onwards, they had to be in a good relationship and stop playing games of âyou chase me, I chase youâ.
âIâll see later.â
The program described in great detail the dangers that sunflower had encountered on his way from Amsterdamâs Van Gogh Museum to the British Museum.
Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. She didnât mention her M society. Naturally, they were all disguising as passersby to protect the paintings from being stolen. It wasnât suitable for them to be exposed, and if that happened, they wouldnât be able to carry out their work in the future.
âMy friend in United Kingdom said that there are some rumors going on over there,â Fu Nanli said in a deep voice.
âWhat rumors?â
âHe said that there were a few groups of thieves who wanted to steal this painting of sunflowers.â
Wen Qiao could vaguely feel sweat on her forehead, because he was right.