Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Wen Qiao: ...

Isn't that all for He Qian to see, as expected, one should not be too fussy, and she will be punished immediately.

"I'm not familiar with the place, that's why I'm a little... sticky... ah..."

Before she finished speaking, she was forcibly pulled into the room by the man, and Wen Qiao's cry was a bit shrill.

I found it when I entered the entrance.

She was played.

It's a big suite with a living room and two bedrooms, not a room with just one bed at all.

She glanced at Fu Nanli mournfully. Fu Nanli took off the captain's cap from his head and put it on the glazed table in the entrance. He reached out to unbutton his shirt with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

Wen Qiao was angry, lied to others, what kind of bad taste.

She was about to have a good talk with the man, when Fu Nanli took out his cell phone and started talking on the phone, moved the receiver a little and said to her: "I have something to deal with, you should take a rest first."

She was sitting on the sofa, and the man was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Speaking English the whole time, Wen Qiao vaguely heard words like rugby, team, and the like.

Their room was on the 32nd floor, with the night view of Munich outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The lights were projected on the windows, and the man's captain's uniform further accentuated his figure with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs.

After talking on the phone for half an hour, he came over with a normal tone: "I bought a team."

Wen Qiao was drinking water: "What team?"

"The rugby team, named after you, will be called Qiao from now on..."

Wen Qiao's pupils trembled: "How much...how much?"

"3.2 billion..."

Wen Qiao's hands trembled.

"dollars."

Wen Qiao's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't stop.

This tone is exactly the same as when she went to the supermarket to buy a big watermelon worth 32 yuan.

"What can I do? Use my name to name a team, or..."

The doorbell rang, and the delivery man came, but Wen Qiao couldn't continue.

The better Fu Nanli treats her, the more guilty she feels.

I remembered what Uncle Li said again.

Everyone is counting on him.

Everyone wants to replace it.

There are dangers around him, he is like a loner, standing in the center of the vortex of money and power, and she, who is closest to him, is talking about hype and deceiving him.

My heart ached.

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The Wen family and Wen Jianmin have been on fire for two days, so Zhong Hui naturally took this opportunity to add insult to injury.

Wen Jianmin pressed his temple, angry and helpless: "Tomorrow I will ask the accountant to remit the money to her."

The hearts of Zhong Hui and Xu Lu sank together.

With so many of them, they couldn't deal with one Wen Qiao. This battle was completely lost.

Zhong Hui said unwillingly: "Jianmin, you really want to give money, so why don't you just let that girl get what she wants? And what if she tastes the sweetness in the future, pushes her nose in the face, makes more progress, and continues to ask you for money? ?”

Wen Jianmin gritted his teeth and said: "That girl is very crazy. If she really sends the court summons to my client, my business will be greatly affected. I can't let her go on."

"Then you also have to ask her to sign a document, and then the two will be settled. Otherwise, if she becomes addicted to knocking, who can stand her like this?"

Wen Jianmin was furious: "Of course, that bunch of lunatics in the future has nothing to do with me at all."

Xu Lu flashed a smile, two million buyouts, that's pretty good.

Wen Qiao's relationship with the upper class was completely broken.

With her two million in her pocket, she can live a peaceful life in the poor world, and never bother them again.