Chapter 756
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Fu Nanli had both hands in his pockets, his expression already indifferent. âThatâs my job.â
I donât have any intention of shaking your hand.
Qiu ya pursed her lips, retracted her hand, and smiled.
Fu huaiyong was so angry that he ground his teeth. This brat didnât give them any face at all, not even giving him, this old man, any face.
âXiao Ya is a violinist, just like your father. Donât you like to be in the arts? you two should have a lot in common.â
Fu Nanliâs smile appeared on his face. Iâm not really interested in art. My girlfriend plays the lute. Perhaps miss Qiu has time to chat with my girlfriend. We should have a common topic.
Fu huaiyongâs face darkened.
Qiu yaâs expression also flashed with a hint of embarrassment, but she quickly recovered her smile. can I have that chance? â
Fu Nanli: â one of you is playing Western music, while the other is playing folk music. You might not be able to get along.
Qiu ya smiled. art doesnât differentiate between East and West.
Fu Nanli raised his hand to look at his watch. itâs getting late. Grandpa, can we eat now? â
âLetâs eat,â Fu huaiyong called out to uncle li.
Uncle li and aunt Rong quickly went to the kitchen to get the dishes.
Qiu ya was arranged to sit beside Fu Nanli.
Ye minqiu came down the stairs and saw the strange atmosphere. Her brows twitched. The old master was arranging a blind date for Nan Li. She really had no appetite at all when she saw her sonâs sinister expression.
Why did the old man bother? Why did he have to go against his own grandson?
She pressed down on Fu Nanliâs shoulder. âYou sit across from me, Iâll sit with Xiaoya.â
Qiu ya wanted to say something but stopped. Aunty, I donât think so.
Fu Nanli, however, immediately got up and sat opposite her.
Of the four people at the table, two of them had relaxed expressions, while the other two had indescribable expressions.
Fu huaiyong glanced at his daughter-in-law unhappily. isnât it good to let the young people sit together? We have a common language.â
âDad, are you saying that Iâm old?â ye minqiu pretended to be sad.
How could Fu huaiyong win against his usually eloquent daughter-in-law? â I didnât say youâre old.
youâre not old, â Fu Nanli said. you look at most forty.
Ye minqiu chuckled. when I went to the beauty salon last time, my masseuse said that I look like Iâm in my thirties at most. Why did you suddenly add ten years to my age? â
they just want to earn your money, so theyâll naturally say what you want to hear. Youâre not so naive as to believe everything, are you? â
Ye minqiu chuckled. itâs harder than ascending to heaven for you to say something nice.
The mother and son chatted with each other, as if they didnât want Qiu ya to interrupt.
Ye minqiu knew her son well. This kid only had Wen Qiao in his heart and no one else could enter his eyes. Why should old master ye be an unreasonable elder?
Fu huaiyong let out a soft tsk and finally said, â âMinqiu, is this how you treat your guests? How can you leave the guest cold?â
Grandpa Fu, itâs fine, â Qiu ya quickly said. I like to hear Auntie and Nan Li talk.
Ye minqiu smiled. This girlâs tactics were good. She was much better than he Qian and he Yan. At least on the surface, she didnât attract any dislike. Who wouldnât like a well-mannered and well-behaved girl?
He hoped that she wouldnât be like he Yan, who was obsessed with her son, who was cold-blooded except for Wen Qiao.
Although Qiu ya was understanding and reasonable, Fu Nanli was unmoved by her. He lowered his gaze, his slender fingers holding onto his chopsticks as he slowly picked up the food on his plate.
Ye minqiu would occasionally chat with Qiu ya. I heard you play the violin? â