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

Wen Qiao nodded.

The heel was bleeding from the friction. He pressed lightly with the cotton swab, and the pain spread intuitively. Wen Qiao clenched his fists, lowered his head, and lowered his eyes, enduring the bone-chilling pain.

"If it hurts, you can scream."

Wen Qiao's thin hum escaped from his lips.

Fu Nanli paused with his fingers, sliding his Adam's apple up and down, staring at her round, pink toes and white ankles: "It's better to endure it and stop making any noise."

It always made him feel distracted.

Wen Qiao glanced at the man sadly. He was the one who asked her to speak out, and he was the one who told her to be silent. Why is this man so difficult to serve?

The skin on both heels was broken and bleeding. He applied iodine and put a band-aid on her. He also took out a pair of his new socks from the room and helped her put them on.

Apparently too big to look cute.

The timer in the kitchen beeped. Fu Nanli poured the ginger tea into a large bowl and served it to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao felt a little dizzy and his throat was itchy. The symptoms were probably a cold.

After the ginger tea had dried for a while, Fu Nanli fed it to her: "Drink it in one gulp."

Wen Qiao stretched out his hand: "I'll do it myself."

He took her hand: "Drink."

Wen Qiao drank a large bowl of ginger tea. The heat seemed to radiate from the inside out. She untied the blanket. Fu Nanli held down her hand. Wen Qiao touched her forehead: "If you cover it again, it will come out." Sweat."

Fu Nanli touched her neck, which was indeed steaming, and then relaxed it a little to let her breathe.

"You said someone went to your house to deliver a dress, right?"

Wen Qiao nodded: "Yes."

"Tell me what it looks like."

"I can draw it for you."

"Can you draw?"

After bringing her a paper and pen, Wen Qiao recalled a little: "One was that someone gave me a dress, and the other was that after arriving at Xiaotangshan, the waiter seemed to want to forcefully take me to the bungalow at the back. I think Come on, he’s still holding me, I guess it’s been arranged, I’ll draw both of them for you.”

Wen Qiao is a generalist who is talented in both science and art. Not only does he have a musical talent, he also has strong painting skills.

Relying on her memory, she drew at least nine images of the man who came to deliver the dress.

Then she drew the waiter in Xiaotangshan who had been trying to hold her back.

After the two paintings were completed, Wen Qiao put down the pencil, and Fu Nanli, who was sitting next to him, picked up the paintings and looked at them carefully.

"do you know?"

Obviously he was asking too much. He couldn't even name the people who had been with him on the same crew for two years. Young Master Fu probably had facial recognition disorder, so how could he possibly know these people?

Sure enough, he shook his head.

"I'll have someone check it out."

Wen Qiao rested his chin on his knees, a little confused: "You took all the trouble to invite me over, maybe because you know you don't want me to meet your mother."

Fu Nanli took the photo and sent it to Fu Cheng, asking him to check it.

"So who knows?"

Fu Nanli frowned slightly. That day he went to Yuannan Mansion to take her away. Some people should have seen it. The servants below could not stop a few gossips, but where could they spread the news?

Who would want to cause unhappiness between them.

Both of them are people with clear thinking and explosive IQ.

Even with the elimination method, the suspect can be quickly identified.

"Could it be... He Qian?"

Xu Lu didn't have the ability to get in touch with Fu Nanli. The people who wanted to mess with her were Xu Lu and He Qian, and they were quickly locked in.