Chapter 64
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Arrived in time
Zhao Tong started recording like crazy. Oh, so the person Wen Qiao hooked up with wasnât fu Jiang. This is going to be a good show. This young master Fu sure has a temper. Other than Fu Nanli, no one here can deal with him. Wen Qiao is in for a bad time.
Xu Lu was gloating.
Wen Qiao didnât want to get entangled with him at all. She still had to find Fu Chuan to verify her identity.
Fu Jiang raised his hand, and the two tall and burly bodyguards raised their fists at Wen Qiao.
A tall figure suddenly jumped out of the crowd and grabbed the fist that was about to hit Wen Qiao. He twisted it hard, and the bodyguard screamed.
Wen Qiao took a look. Wasnât this the person she was most suspicious of, Fu Chuan?
Why was he here?
And he even knew Kung Fu?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She had just been embarrassed and he had rushed over. Why was he so fast?
Could it be that he had been watching her?
There was definitely something fishy about this Fu Chuan.
Zhao jun, who was standing at the side, was amused,âWen Qiao hooked up with Fu Chuan? âFu Chuan and Fu Nanliâs relationship is so distant that they canât even be considered relatives. They can only be considered to be from the same family. Well, itâs reasonable for Wen Qiao to try so hard to get close to this young master whoâs marginalized in the fu Corporation. Itâs a pity that no one takes Fu Chuan seriously, so Wen Qiao canât hope for her chickens and dogs to rise to the heavens.â
Fu Jiang gritted his teeth and glared at Fu Chuan. I advise you not to meddle in other peopleâs business. Get up.
young master is here today, â Fu Chuan said coldly. I advise you not to make a big scene and make him unhappy.
âEven if the young master comes, he will only go to the jiushu dojo. Itâs far away and wonât disturb him. If youâre tactful, get out of the way and donât ruin this young masterâs mood.â
Wen Qiao massaged her fingers, her knuckles making cracking sounds. brother Chuan, move aside. Iâll deal with him.
Two more bodyguards rushed up to take care of Fu Chuan.
Fu Chuan was busy with them and couldnât care about Wen Qiao for a moment. He saw Fu Jiang gritting his teeth and rushing to Wen Qiaoâs side. His raised fist was suddenly grabbed from behind.
âWhich dog doesnât care about his life? how dare you stop me?â Fu Jiang was agitated.
The DJ quickly turned off the music. The surroundings were dead silent, and everyoneâs eyes were filled with panic.
They didnât know the man who was holding Fu Jiangâs wrist, but standing beside him were Fu Cheng and Fu Huaiyuan. These two were respectful to him, showing that his status was higher than Fu Chengâs.
It was obvious who it was.
âFu Jiang, turn around and see who it is,â Fu Chengâs teasing voice was heard.
Fu Nanli pressed down on his shoulder and threw him onto the other half of the wine cabinet.
Nearly a hundred bottles of Louis XIII wine were all on the ground.
Fu Jiang looked up. The smell of alcohol and heat made his legs weak, and he couldnât get up.
The bartender hurriedly helped him up. He walked up to Fu Nanli respectfully, the arrogance he had earlier completely gone. He stammered, â brother, Yingluo, why are you here? â
Fu Jiangâs grandfather was Fu huaiyongâs younger brother by blood. Among the cousins with the surname Fu present, Fu Jiang and Fu Nanli were the closest.
This was also the reason why he had been so arrogant.
He had never taken any of his brothers, other than Fu Nanli, seriously.
Because his back was facing Zhao Tong and Xu Lu, they couldnât see the tall manâs face. Zhao Tong muttered, who exactly is Wen Qiao with? why are there so many people standing up for her? â
who cares who he is? â Xu Lu said disdainfully, â Wen Qiao only knows how to cling to others.
Zhao Zhu chimed in. thatâs right. Itâs probably either Fu Huaiyuan or one of Fu Huaiyuanâs two brothers. Heâs not a Big Shot either. Heâs about the same status as the Zhao family and the Wen family. Heâs just taking advantage of the fact that he has the surname Fu.
Fu Nanli turned around to look at Wen Qiao. Her face was splashed with quite a bit of wine. He took out a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his suit and wiped her face.âWhat did he do to you?â