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

Her uncle, Su Hai, owns a fruit shop in Haicheng, has a son and a daughter, and lives quite comfortably.

When her mother was still in Wen's house, her uncle and aunt treated them better than their own.

Later, her mother was purged and left the house. Originally, she wanted to join her uncle, at least she had to find a place to stay first.

The formerly kind and amiable aunt suddenly changed her face, accusing Sang of humiliating her mother secretly.

It's a pity that her mother is not a person who holds grudges, but she is, the humiliation at the age of nine has been remembered to this day, and she will never forget the days of being dependent on others.

Later, she was mother's best friend. Aunt Xiaojun, who was still abroad at the time, learned of what happened to them, and hurried back from abroad, and gave them her old house with a small yard in China.

And I have lived there for eleven years, and have never collected a penny of rent from them.

Her aunt was a shrewd philistine, and her dislike for their family was clearly engraved in her eyes.

Today is very unusual.

Wen Qiao almost suspected that they knew about the two million she received.

But before she even had time to tell her mother and Xiaochi Xiaomo, how did the family know about it?

The small van entered the community, and the greening of the community was well done. They were all small high-rise buildings, and the land price was around 30,000 square meters. Her uncle's house of more than 100 square meters was bought in full.

It's been almost a year since I bought this house, and it's Wen Qiao's first time here.

The car was parked downstairs, Su Hai greeted warmly: "It's hot outside, come in quickly."

Wen Qiao took Wen Mo's arm, and they entered the corridor together.

On the seventh floor, when the elevator door opened, Su Hai said eagerly, "Everyone said the seventh floor was good, so I bought the seventh floor."

In a house with two families on one floor, the door of 702 was open. Wen Qiao's aunt, He Mei, was more enthusiastic than Su Hai: "Oh, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and finally I'm here. The watermelon is cut, come in and eat."

Su Yun put down the fruit in her hand, and He Mei said in a loud voice, "Come here, what gift do you bring?"

Wen Qiao chuckled, "I'm afraid my aunt will dislike you if you don't bring a present."

Su Yun pinched her from behind, the little girl really had thorns in her words.

He Mei smiled awkwardly: "Why? How could my aunt despise you?"

Wen Qiao's cousins, 21-year-old Su Ying and 25-year-old Su Lei were sitting on the sofa watching TV. Su Lei's expression was neither hot nor cold, and he just glanced at them.

Seeing Wen Qiao, Su Ying got up immediately, went to the room to get a bag, and ran to Wen Qiao: "I just came back from Macau two days ago and bought a YSL bag. Look, does it look good?"

Wen Qiao: ...

Show off your wealth?

It takes me half a day to compose a song and it can sell for 300,000 yuan. Are you showing off your wealth in front of me?

"It's not pretty."

Since you asked in all sincerity, I will mercifully offer my opinion.

Su Ying's face was obviously upset: "I asked more. You have no idea about this kind of luxury brand-name bags. You are used to street stalls, so you can't appreciate the beauty of big-name bags."

Wen Qiao didn't bother to talk to her.

Su Ying didn't see envy in Wen Qiao's eyes, nor did she hear Wen Qiao's compliments, so she just took the bag back to her room and muttered 'poor' contemptuously.

Lunch started soon, and He Mei said while serving the dishes: "The shrimp and beef I bought specially for you."

Wen Qiao smiled and said, "We can also eat shrimp and beef at home."

Su Yun pinched her hand under the table, this child really doesn't show face at all.