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

Wen Qiao took another look at the map next to the elevator on the second floor. The boxing gym is on the fourth floor. It is divided into Building ABC and you need to go through the atrium of Building A.

When the elevator door opened and their eyes met, Zhao Tong shouted out first: "Wen... Wen Qiao."

Xu Lu's heart skipped a beat, how could Wen Qiao be here?

What unfashionable method did she use to get into the upper class?

Wen Qiao glanced at the two people in the elevator indifferently, ignored them, and walked directly to the atrium.

Zhao Tong couldn't believe it: "She...she seems to be wearing Xiaotangshan's bracelet on her hand."

Xu Lu followed Wen Qiao and saw a delicate black bracelet on her right wrist. It was what Zhao Tong said was a symbol of status, a pass to the Xiaotangshan Club.

Her heart felt like it had been stabbed by some sharp knife. At that moment, Xu Lu couldn't breathe.

An overwhelming wave of emotions came over her, and she knew very clearly that all the emotions coming together were called jealousy.

"I wonder who I hooked up with again? How did Wen Qiao become so depraved?" She tore off her usual gentle and virtuous disguise and said this angrily.

Zhao Tong echoed: "That's right, it's definitely not the 18th line last time, eh? No, the 18th line can't really be named Fu. Even if it's not Fu Nanli, it could be one of those young masters from the Fu family's collateral line."

Xu Lu chuckled: "Those young masters from the sidelines should also look down on her. They are all from famous families, and every family pays attention to being well-matched."

Zhao Tong curled his lips: "Let's follow him and have a look."

The atrium was a nightclub, with a lively atmosphere, bright lights, and music that penetrated her eardrums. Wen Qiao wanted to pass through and walked to the dance floor. A drunken man at the bar grabbed her wrist.

Zhao Tong was very excited and took out his mobile phone to take some photos.

"That Fu Jiang is the closest descendant of the Fu family. He is also the most dandy and least learned playboy in the Fu family. It turns out that this is the one Wen Qiao fell in love with. His taste is quite strong."

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment when he saw his wrist being grasped by a man. He looked at the drunken man and frowned slightly, "Let go."

She didn't want to be violent in Fu Nanli's club.

Fu Jiang came closer and said, "Where does this beauty come from? Whose bed do you want to crawl into tonight? Drink with your brother. Whatever wishes you have, my brother can satisfy you."

From time to time in Xiaotangshan, female celebrities would sneak in and sneak into a certain young master's private room, and maybe they could get a top resource.

Oh, now there are also male celebrities who have this idea.

After all, most of the resources in the entertainment industry are in the hands of a few big guys.

"Say, do you want to act in movies or TV, or do you want to go to fashion week? My brother can satisfy you."

The man's expression was extremely vulgar, and Wen Qiao's fist was already ready to move.

"What's your name?" The veins on Wen Qiao's forehead were pulsing. He had to give Fu Nanli face, so he couldn't mess with him, so he had to endure it.

Fu Jiang was obsessed with Wen Qiao's beauty and sneered: "My brother's name is Fu Jiang, you should know, right?"

Wen Qiao had a headache.

My surname is Fu. Should I fight or not?

Fu Jiang came over, smelling of alcohol and wanted to kiss her. Before Wen Qiao had time to think, he took a step back, broke free of his hand, raised his leg, and kicked Fu Jiang in the heart.

Done in one go, neatly.

Fu Jiang was caught off guard and kicked to the bar by her, hitting the entire wine cabinet. The famous wine on the wine cabinet crashed to the ground, smashing it all over.

Fu Jiang was mostly sober from the alcohol. With the help of his bodyguards, he got up in embarrassment and looked at Wen Qiao with gritted teeth: "Bitch, you don't know how to show appreciation."