Chapter 695
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
In this aspect, Wen Qiao wasnât as talented as Lu Youyou, and the atmosphere in the living room grew colder and colder.
Wen Qiao realized that although her youngest uncleâs education wasnât high and he wasnât rich, his aura in front of Fu Nanli wasnât weak at all. He also wasnât as reserved and uneasy as her mother and uncle Ji.
He was very calm and occasionally chatted with her. He wasnât timid at all.
He was indeed her uncle.
Ji Mingyuan called out to Su Yun. alright, itâs getting late. Letâs go to the kitchen and cook dinner. Let them talk.
Su Yun couldnât wait and quickly followed Ji Mingyuan to the kitchen.
I heard from Qiao âer that after you left, you were doing some sort of experiment, right? â Fu Nanli asked su CE.
The smile on su CEâs face froze for a moment. He glanced at Wen Qiao. Qiao, do you tell your boyfriend everything? â
Wen Qiao seemed to be very sensitive to su CEâs emotions. The corners of su CEâs mouth only stiffened for a moment, but she could tell that her uncle didnât like her to tell Fu Nanli everything. Feeling a little apologetic, she said, â I only said that youâre doing experiments.
Fortunately, Fu Nanli wasnât someone who would get to the bottom of things and didnât press on.
Su CE smiled and replied to Fu Nanli, â yeah, Iâm doing medical experiments in an organization.
âIs it a legal organization? If not, maybe we can call the police and let the Interpol track him down.â
âItâs legal. I was the one who went with them of my own free will. I was young and insensible and thought it was fun. I didnât expect to stay with them for so many years.â
Since the person involved had such an attitude, Fu Nanli, as an outsider, naturally wouldnât say anything.
Wen Qiao went up to su CE,âdid you read the books I bought for you?â âThe exam is in March after the new year. I applied for 13 subjects according to your requirements. You have to make good use of your time to read. If you canât pass it in one try, there will be another exam in September in the second half of the year. By then, youâll get a Junior College degree and take the bachelorâs degree the year after.â
âUncle doesnât read books every day.â Wen Chi couldnât hold it in anymore.
Finally, he had the opportunity to discipline the bad students with the attitude of a top student. Master Chi regained some confidence.
âWhy arenât you reading?â Wen Qiao asked, stunned.
Su CE: â itâs not that I donât read books. Iâve read them all. Itâs too simple.
Wen Chi burst out in laughter,âlittle uncle, arenât you a little overconfident with your primary school degree?â Thatâs the content of a Junior College, itâs not simple.â
Wen Qiao squinted at a certain child who didnât know the immensity of heaven and earth and didnât know that there was always someone better than him. She snorted and said, â little uncle, do as you see fit. In any case, letâs strive to pass in one go.
âNo problem,â su CE replied.
Wen Chi leaned in front of su CE and said slyly, â âUncle, you canât talk big just for the sake of your face. Itâll be embarrassing if you donât pass the exam.â
âI wonât,â su CE replied.
Master Chi:
The Lamb Scorpion hotpot for dinner was accompanied by Ji Mingyuanâs sauce that looked very attractive. Sesame oil, mushroom sauce, beef cubes, scallions, spicy sauce, oil consumption, coriander, celery, and cooked white sesame. When mixed in this way, the fragrance overflowed.
Fu Nanli had always either eaten Western food or Chinese food that was served exquisitely. A down-to-earth and warm way of eating like hotpot had never appeared in the fu residence before.
Wen Qiao used the serving chopsticks to help him mix the dipping sauce and asked, â âYou donât eat spicy food, do you?â
âI donât really eat.â
âThen I wonât add the spicy sauce for you. Let me tell you, this beef with celery slices, soak it in some mutton soup, and drink a little first. It tastes great.â
She then pushed the small bowl to Fu Nanli. try it.
Young master Fu raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, â âI donât really eat these.â
Fu Nanli was extremely picky about his food, so he was afraid that he wouldnât be able to have a good meal tonight.
âTry it, it tastes really good,â Wen Qiao replied.
Fu Nanli picked up the plates and bowls reluctantly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om