Chapter 542
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Fu Cheng and Fu Jiang were both cousins who had schemed against his familyâs assets, but they were treated completely differently. Wasnât it because Fu Cheng had been by Fu Nanliâs side since he was young?
Fu Nanli could be said to be ruthless and heartless, but he was also one of the few people in this world who had deep feelings for him.
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After staying at Fu Nanliâs apartment for seven days, Wen Qiao saw how disciplined he was. Every morning, he would wake up at 6:30 am. There was a swimming pool on the second floor, and he would swim for half an hour first, work in the study for at least ten hours, and exercise in the gym at night while Wen Qiao would eat all sorts of snacks he prepared by the side.
His t-shirt was soaked in sweat, and the strong muscles on his abdomen were faintly visible. Wen Qiao pinched her own little belly, the contrast was so obvious.
She couldnât continue to be a good-for-nothing anymore. The next morning, when Fu Nanli was swimming, she followed him and jumped into the pool. As she swam, she felt that there was something wrong with Fu Nanliâs gaze.
After swimming for twenty minutes, the person who was resting by the pool looked down at himself. Well, he seemed to have some curves ... Bi Luâs meaning.
Young master Fu climbed to the shore and said, â âYou canât mess with men in the morning. Donât do this again in the future.â
The man threw the towel on her head and entered the bathroom.
Wen Qiao sniffled and silently wrapped her body with a towel.
Seven days had passed. At the dining table, Wen Qiao said, â âIâll be home in a while. My mom has been asking me every day when Iâll be home. Itâs too much of a bother to stay at Youyouâs place.â
Oh? â Fu Nanli responded softly. are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? â
âNo,â Wen Qiao shook her head.
âOkay, Iâll send you back later.â
After breakfast, the car drove to the entrance of the alley. Wen Qiao got off the car and happened to see the postman passing by on his little electric donkey. When the uncle saw her, he said happily, â Qiao Qiao, there are two letters from your family. They should be the acceptance letters from your younger brothers.
Wen Qiao took the envelopes. Both letters had ninth high written on them. She held Fu Nanliâs hand and ran down the alley at top speed.
The Midsummer sun shone through the Chinese parasol flowers and the shade of the green trees that extended from the top of the wall. His little friend looked so happy, and this joy spread to him. The corners of Fu Nanliâs lips broke into a smile.
Wen Qiao sprinted all the way back to her home. Wen Chi, who had a rare day of rest, laid on the bamboo chair. The days of non-stop training seemed to have drained his body.
Wen Qiao threw the envelope onto the wooden table. Wen Chi was so shocked that he quivered and looked at his sister in shock. what are you doing? Youâre disturbing my dreams.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âTake a look at your own Admission Notice.â
Wen Chi was suddenly invigorated. When he saw the words âninth middle schoolâ, he immediately jumped up, â Wen Qiao, what did I say? Iâm sure I can get into ninth high, right? â
Wen mo was standing by the well. He took out a large watermelon from the cold water and ran over. sister, have some watermelon.
Wen Qiao touched his head. I can rest assured that Wen Chi will be in the same high school as you in the future.
With Xiao Moâs personality, he was too easily bullied. With Wen Chi around, at least he could be protected.
Wen mo took a knife and cut the watermelon into a few pieces. He handed a piece to Fu Nanli. sis, sis, brother-in-law, have some watermelon.
Fu Nanli smiled. thank you.
Su Yun and Ji Mingyuan rushed back. Su Yun didnât even have time to take off her apron from the small convenience store and rushed into the courtyard.âI heard from the postman that an Admission Notice has been sent over.â
âYes, both of them got into ninth high school,â replied Wen Qiao.
Su Yunâs eyes turned red instantly. She took the two admission letters with trembling hands and wiped the corners of her eyes as she said, â âIf this was a year ago, I wouldnât have believed it.â