Chapter 63
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Wen Qiao took another look at the map next to the elevator on the second floor. The boxing Hall was on the fourth floor, which was divided into building a, B, and C, so one had to pass through the atrium of building A.
The elevator door opened, and their eyes met. Zhao Tong was the first to shout,âWen Xuxu, Wen Qiao,â
Xu Luâs heart skipped a beat. How could Wen Qiao ... How could she be here?
What kind of underhanded method did she use to get into the upper class?
Wen Qiao glanced indifferently at the two people in the elevator, but didnât pay them any attention, walking straight to the courtyard.
Zhao Tong couldnât believe it. she seems to be wearing a Xiaotang mountain bracelet.
Xu Luâs gaze followed Wen Qiao, and as expected, she saw an exquisite black bangle on her right wrist. It was also the symbol of status that Zhao Tong had mentioned, the Xiaotang Mountain clubâs pass.
It was as if her heart had been stabbed by a sharp blade. At that moment, Xu Lu could not breathe.
Overwhelming emotions surged through her. She clearly knew that when all these emotions were gathered together, it was called jealousy.
âI wonder whoâs involved this time? How did Wen Qiao become so depraved?â She tore off her usual gentle and virtuous facade and said this indignantly.
Zhao Zhu echoed,âthatâs right, itâs definitely not that no-18 from last time, eh?â Thatâs not right, that noob canât really have the surname Fu, right? even if heâs not Fu Nanli, he can be one of those young masters from the fu familyâs collateral branch.â
Xu Lu chuckled. I donât think the young masters of the collateral branch will like her either. Theyâre all from prestigious families. Every family pays attention to matching their families.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âLetâs follow them and take a look.â Zhao Tong pouted.
The courtyard was a nightclub. The atmosphere was restless, and the lights were red and the music was deafening. Wen Qiao wanted to pass through and walk to the side of the dance floor. A man at the bar counter, who was slightly tipsy, grabbed her wrist.
Zhao Zhu was beaming with joy. She took out her phone and took a few photos.
thatâs Fu Jiang, the person closest to the fu Corporation. Heâs also the most foppish and uneducated Playboy in the fu Corporation. So this is the person Wen Qiao has befriended. What a weird taste.
Wen Qiao looked at her wrist being held by a man and was stunned for a moment. She looked at the drunk man and frowned. let go.
She didnât want to get rough with Fu Nanliâs Club.
âWhere did this beauty come from? whose bed do you want to climb into tonight?â Fu Jiang leaned closer. Drink with big brother, whatever wish you have, big brother will satisfy it. â
From time to time, there would be female celebrities who would try their best to sneak into Xiaotang mountain. They might be able to get a top-notch resource by simply sneaking into a young masterâs private room.
Oh, there were male celebrities who had the same thought now.
After all, most of the resources in the entertainment industry were in the hands of the big bosses.
âTell me, do you want to act in a movie, TV, or Fashion Week? Big brother can satisfy you.â
The manâs expression was extremely lecherous, and Wen Qiaoâs fist was already ready to move.
âWhatâs your name?â The veins on Wen Qiaoâs forehead were throbbing. She had to give Fu Nanli some face and not ruin his show. She had to bear with it.
Fu Jiang was engrossed in Wen Qiaoâs beauty and laughed awkwardly.âBrotherâs name is Fu Jiang. You should know that, right?â
Wen Qiao felt a headache coming on.
His surname was Fu, so should he fight or not?
Fu Jiang leaned over, his breath reeking of alcohol, and wanted to kiss her. Wen Qiao didnât have time to think. She took a step back, broke free of her hand, raised her leg, and kicked Fu Jiangâs heart.
It was done in one go, clean and neat.
Fu Jiang was caught off guard and was kicked to the front of the bar counter by her, hitting the entire wine cabinet. The famous wine on the wine cabinet fell to the ground with a loud bang and smashed into the ground.
Fu Jiang had sobered up from his drunken stupor. With the help of his bodyguards, he climbed up in a sorry state and looked at Wen Qiao with gritted teeth.âBitch, you donât know how to appreciate my kindness.â