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

Zhuang Yan's face darkened and he didn't say a word, but he couldn't take his eyes away from Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao didn't mean to show off, and didn't mean to attack someone who was watching her. He just took a cherry and stuffed it into Fu Nanli's mouth: "You can eat it too."

Zhuang Yan finally looked away in anger.

His sister was live streaming the whole time and kept reciting in his ear.

"Master Fu is feeding his little girlfriend again."

"Well, my little girlfriend seems to be full and doesn't want to eat."

"Fu Shao ate it himself."

"One earphone per person, as if listening to a song."

"Ah no, what movie are you watching?"

"In my arms."

"Oops, it looks like we're kissing..."

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but look over, Fu Nanli really hugged him and kissed him.

Foreigners are inherently enthusiastic, and no one will look at them when they kiss.

Zhuang Yan's chest was so blocked, he looked at it for two seconds, then looked away.

Fu Nanli finally let go of Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao looked up at him: "You What are you doing?"

Fu Nanli gently wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb: "There are crumbs."

In the nineteen years of Wen Qiao's life, he was one of the few shynesses, and it was all used by Fu Nanli. His ears were a little hot, and he looked around: "Public places."

"It doesn't matter, the couples here often kiss in the street."

Wen Qiao touched his neck: "Yes... Is it?"

Originally, Zhuang Yan was surprised to meet Wen Qiao by chance, but the experience along the way made him feel extremely tormented. Although it was tormented, he couldn't help following her.

He feels that he is now masochistic.

After a three-hour drive, they arrived in Iceland, and they stayed on the first floor of the same hotel, with the rooms next door.

Wen Qiao felt that this was really a bad fate.

Fu Nanli's face was a little dark, and he obviously didn't want to see this kind of fate.

The hotel is located on a mountain, and there is a hot spring outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room. The room is the best place to watch the aurora.

On this trip, Zhuang Yan only saw the two people showing their affection. He had never seen Wen Qiao, who was such a tender and sweet little woman. Envy turned into jealousy, and jealousy became desolate.

He went back to his room and ignored the two people in the soup spring next door.

Watching the aurora also depends on luck, and some people may not be able to see it even after ten days.

Wen Qiao and the others were fortunate enough to see it that night.

Unpredictable and splendid, Wen Qiao sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and felt extremely shocked. It was a visual feast.

She fell asleep in the end, and was carried back to the room by Fu Nanli.

Fu Nanli dragged the quilt beside her, gently covered her, sat on the edge of the bed and watched her, stretched out her hand to caress her face, traced her facial features, and moved her hands gently and tenderly. kiss her.

You once liked that boy, and you still have such a relationship with him.

The fate of the arrangement also makes me feel worried.

When he went back, he finally didn't meet Zhuang Yan again. Wen Qiao realized later that Fu Nanli's actions on the train seemed to be intentional.

He is not someone who likes to show affection in public. He has always been restrained and restrained. He feeds her and kisses her in public just to declare sovereignty.

When I returned to Haicheng, it was already the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and there were still three days before the Chinese New Year.

Sitting in the car, Fu Nanli tightened her neckline for her: "I will go to Yuannan Mansion to accompany the old lady to dinner in the New Year's Eve, so I won't accompany you."

Wen Qiao nodded quickly: "Well, it's more important that you stay with your family."

"I'll come to see you after dinner."

"Well, then I'll wait for you."