Chapter 447
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 447: two-faced
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yes, â Wen Qiao nodded again. I understand.
When they arrived at Fu Nanliâs apartment, Wen Qiao sat at the table and wrote her reflection. Fu Nanli poured her a glass of honey lemon water and sat by the side, watching.
Her daddy-like boyfriend really had endless worries.
Wen Qiao wrote down the words âself-reflection letterâ in large font, then stopped writing. After a while, she turned to look at Fu Nanli. I donât have any experience, so I donât know how to write it.
Fu Nanliâs eyes narrowed. Do you think I have experience in this?â
Wen Qiao smacked the table. my Xiao Chi definitely has experience in this area.
Fu Nanli:
Whatâs with the joy in your tone?
Wen Qiao video-called Wen Chi. After the call went through, she asked, â âHow should I write this self-reflective essay?â
Wen Chi was stunned for a moment before he said with an excited expression, â âWen Qiao, what did you do?â
tsk! Wen Qiao snorted. cut the crap. Just tell me how youâre going to write it.
âYou got into a fight?â
it wasnât a fight. There were just some physical conflicts.
âIsnât it just a fight?â
Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. alright, alright, alright. Even if itâs a fight, tell me. How are you going to write the self-reflection? â
Fu Nanli calmly watched her and her younger brother sparring about the matter of writing the self-reflective essay. He was unusually enthusiastic, and he couldnât help but press his swollen temples.
Finally, Wen Qiao stared at the person on the screen. âYouâre very experienced. Youâve fought a lot.â
Wen Chi pointed at her. Wen Qiao, youâre fishing to enforce the law. Youâre burning the bridge after crossing the river.
Wen Qiao hung up immediately.
Then, he started to write his self-criticism and mumbled, â on June 1st, I had a verbal fight with my club teammates at the entrance of the cafeteria. Due to the provocation of the other party, I couldnât control my temper, Yingluo.
She stopped a few times to look at Fu Nanli.
Fu Nanli placed the template he had found on his phone from Baidu in front of her. âLetâs see if we can use it as a reference.â
This was unconditional love. Even if his child said that she had to cheat in the exam, young master Fu would probably buy the answers at a high price to cooperate with her.
She leaned over and looked at the screen. Her hair was thin and soft, a natural maroon color. Fu Nanli couldnât help but reach out to touch it. how is it? â Is there any reference value?â
âYes, I did. After reading it, I was filled with thoughts.â
Half an hour later, he finally finished writing the self-criticism.
Fu Nanli checked his words, and each of them was sincere. He thought that the schoolâs leaders would probably forgive him if they saw this.
He pulled her to the living room, sat her down on the sofa, and took out the first aid kit.
âWhat are you doing?â She looked at his slender fingers as he twisted the cap of a bottle.
âThe scratch marks on my face need to be treated.â
He dipped a cotton swab in some iodophor and helped her deal with her wounds. Wen Qiao put her hand on his leg and said indifferently, â âThis is just a small injury, thereâs no need for a Kasaya.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Fu Nanli shot her a glance, and Wen Qiao kept quiet.
The TV behind her was on a finance channel. The first finance anchor was reporting the financial news, and Wen Qiao seemed to have heard the anchor mention something about the Central District and Voodoo.
âIsnât that your company?â
Fu Nanli let out an âmmâ.
âThe development project in nanbin Island has been secured?â Wen Qiao asked after listening to the conversation.
Fu Nanli didnât really want to teach Wen Qiao this kind of business battle that was relatively dark, as it would make him seem a little Black-bellied. He still wanted to leave a more positive image in Wen Qiaoâs heart.
âYes, itâs almost time,â he said.