Chapter 885
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Wen Qiao couldnât help but clap her hands!
Fu Nanli reached out and stroked her head. âYouâre the outstanding one.â
Wen Qiao put down her telescope.
Fu Nanli sat down on the sofa and held her in his arms. âWell, how should I thank you, my sugar daddy?â
âI canât recall it at the moment,â Wen Qiao replied, racking her brains.
The man whispered into her ear, and Wen Qiao pushed him away. âYouâre not serious.â
Fu Nanli pulled her hand and stood up. âLetâs go,â he said.
âWhere to?â
âMy grandfather is in the private room next door.â
Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli went to the private room next door. The old man, who had just paid a few tens of millions in compensation, wasnât angry at all. On the contrary, he was even more interested.âAt least thereâs someone who can fight.â
The feeling of âinvincibility is so lonelyâ was finally gone.
âArenât you angry, old master?â uncle li asked carefully.
Fu huaiyong chuckled,âam I such a sore loser? With such competitors, the competition is more interesting, isnât it?â
Uncle li poured a cup of tea for the old man. youâre so generous, old man. Most people donât look as happy when they lose a competition.
âIf you lose, then you lose. Go and find out who the owner of this horse is.â
âAlright, Iâll go ask the person in charge of the race track.â
There was a knock on the door, and the person who came in surprised the old master. It was his grandson, so the person he saw at the airport yesterday was indeed Nan Li. He was not mistaken.
It was just that there was a little tail behind him, which made him a little unhappy.
Clearly, he was accompanying Wen Qiao to watch the Marseille match.
âYou donât mind, right?â Fu Nanliâs words caused Fu huaiyong to be slightly taken aback. What did he mean by those words that came out of nowhere?
âWhat?â
Fu Nanli smiled. Wen Qiaoâs horse won first place. Grandpa, you donât mind, do you? â
Uncle li, who was about to go out and find out more about the master of the God of War, stopped in his tracks.
Hmph, thereâs going to be a good show.
At that moment, Fu huaiyongâs expression was rather interesting. After struggling for a while, he sneered, â âYouâre really good at putting gold on her face,â
Fu Nanliâs expression darkened. the God of War does belong to her. She bought a horse from a Ranch in the countryside of Haicheng thatâs on the verge of closing down. If you donât believe me, you can check it out. When she bought it, the God of War was still very thin. The rider of the God of War No. 85 is Wen Qiaoâs classmate, his name is ran ran.
Wen Qiao knew that he didnât remember her name, so she hurriedly added, â âSheâs called Song Yu.â
âYes, sheâs called Song Yu, from central sound.â
Fu huaiyong looked at Wen Qiao with a complicated gaze, his expression still unsightly. âItâs really your horse?â
âItâs indeed mine,â replied Wen Qiao.
âSo you bought this horse and participated in this horse race to please me?â Fu huaiyong scoffed.
âRan ran, youâre thinking too much. Youâve misunderstood,â said Wen Qiao.
He didnât show any mercy to the old master.
before she came to participate in the race, â Fu Nanli added, â she didnât know that you were also participating in this horse race, nor did she know that Thunder was your horse.
Fu huaiyong:
âI donât believe you.â
Wen Qiao facepalmed. Why didnât anyone believe her when she was telling the truth?
The old master did not treat her well, so she should not expect her to say anything nice to make him happy. She knew that the more she lowered her voice, the less he would respect her.
It wasnât that he wanted to be direct, but at least he was in a good mood.
âBelieve it or not, I didnât buy the horse for you.â
you!!! Grandpa Fu was so angry that he couldnât say a word.