Chapter 819
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Professor Zhong concluded, â little Wen is really one of the most outstanding children Iâve had in all my years of teaching. Sheâs a technical advisor in the internet security Department and her administrative rank isnât low. Oh, by the way, whatâs her relationship with you, old man? â Is he your relative? This is really fate.â
Fu huaiyongâs face turned green. He was just discussing with professor Zhong about Wen Qiaoâs unscrupulous approach to his grandson. How could he have the face to introduce Wen Qiaoâs identity?
Ye minqiu could not help but gloat at the old manâs embarrassment.
It felt good to see the old man flip.
âSheâs not my relative, sheâs my Nan Liâs girlfriend,â Ye minqiu quickly stepped out to resolve the awkwardness.
Professor Zhong was stunned for a moment and tried to hide his embarrassment with a smile. âItâs like this, Yingluo.â
Earlier, old Mr. Wen had said that âother than looks, thereâs nothing about little Wen thatâs outstandingâ, which was not objective at all.
Not only was Xiao Wen beautiful, but she was also outstanding in all other aspects. She was from a top music-related institution, but she was able to defeat so many Computer Science professionals and win the league championship in a non-professional field. Moreover, she was a top hacker. Naturally, it was not convenient for her identity to be revealed to the public.
Old Mr. Wen seemed to be prejudiced against little Wen, professor Zhong could not help but ask, â little Wen is not only outstanding in her own studies, but she is also a first-prize scholarship winner every semester. She has a few professors who are good friends with me, and all of them are full of praise for her. Central Conservatory of Music used to emphasize Western music over folk music, but it was only after little Wen entered the school that she vigorously promoted folk music that it has now achieved the same status as Western music.
Professor Zhong had a âdonât stop me, Iâm just going to praise Wen Qiao to deathâ look on his face, and he opened his mouth to eat my praises!
In any case, Wen Qiao wasnât embarrassed. Professor Zhong was telling the truth, so she wasnât guilty.
Whoever was embarrassed would know.
Grandpa Fu chuckled with a fake smile, but didnât answer.
Ye minqiu seemed to have done it on purpose. Professor Zhong, are you talking about Xiao Qiao? Why didnât this child ever mention this?â
The smile on Fu Nanliâs lips seemed to be non-existent. Madam ye, youâre being a little too deliberate. Wouldnât old master Fu explode from anger?
Wasnât fu huaiyong about to explode from anger? If he didnât flare up in front of the guests, it would seem like he was too petty.
itâs Xiao Qiao, â professor Zhong said. sheâs a popular person in the University. Sheâs very popular in the University. Many boys have a crush on her.
The moment she said this, Fu Nanliâs expression darkened.
Many boys had a crush on him.
Ye minqiu facepalmed.âProfessor, you donât have to add that last sentence. Iâm afraid that my jealous sonâs heart is going to explode with jealousy.â
âI didnât know that Xiao Qiao was so outstanding. Xiao Qiao, youâre really too low-key. Even Auntie didnât know about your great achievements.â
Fu huaiyongâs face turned even paler.
Wen Qiao smiled. Fu Nanli put an arm around her shoulder. yes, she has always been low-key. She has even started her own entertainment company and esports company. She also pulled me into the pharmaceutical companyâs investment and allowed the fu family to earn tens of millions.
In this way, the 20 million Yuan that he had given her as the start-up capital could be considered even.
Wen Qiaoâs wealth was all created by her own hands, no one had the right to criticize her.
Fu huaiyong wasnât too happy.
Uncle li saw that the old man was embarrassed and quickly said, â âDinner is ready. Old man, shall we eat?â
âLetâs start eating,â Fu huaiyong said.
At the table, the few of them were chatting happily. Wen Qiao didnât avoid the topic at all. She talked and laughed with professor Zhong in front of him, as if he didnât exist, as if she was the master of the house.