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

She just wanted to provoke her to argue with Fu Nanli's grandfather, and to stimulate her to be herself. Then maybe Grandpa Fu would be so angry with her that her condition would relapse.

In that case, Fu Nanli would be in a dilemma if he was caught in the middle.

Miss Qiu is very calculating.

"Well, I have taken note of your suggestion. Next time I meet Grandpa Fu, I will tell her directly whatever I have to say."

Qiu Ya smiled, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

She can keenly detect whether her opponent is easy to handle or not.

This Wen Qiao was not as innocent and easy to fool as she imagined a female college student would be. She would make her dizzy after just a few words and use her true-hearted principles in front of the old man.

In that case, Wen Qiao would be completely out of the game.

Mr. Fu doesn't like true temperament.

What he wants is obedience, absolute obedience. Anyone who argues with him will be blacklisted.

While talking, Fu Nanli came out of the ward. He originally looked at the lazy man standing up straight and walking towards him. Fu Nanli naturally put his arms around her waist.

Wen Qiao has never been a person who likes to show off or show off, but now he glanced at Qiu Ya meaningfully, with a hidden smile on his lips.

Qiu Ya is a smart person and keenly read the message in Wen Qiao's eyes: "Sister, I advise you not to waste your efforts, this man is mine."

Fu Nanli didn't even look at her. Wen Qiao nodded: "We'll leave first."

Qiu Ya pretended to be generous: "Go slowly."

In the courtyard downstairs, the two of them got into the car. Wen Qiao asked him, "Did your grandfather say anything to you?"

"Nothing said."

It was nothing more than telling him that Wen Qiao was a bad boy full of evil intentions.

Well, grandpa overestimates children. How can she be so thoughtful?

Wen Qiao moved closer to him: "Miss Qiu seems to be very popular with your grandfather."

In the ward just now, Qiu Ya acted as if she was her own person.

Fu Nanli leaned closer, "Are you jealous?"

Wen Qiao stepped back until he reached the car door. With no way to retreat, he stretched out his hand to support his broad chest, "I'm not jealous, I just think she might be your grandpa's satisfactory granddaughter-in-law."

Fu Nanli held her soft hand: "Mrs. Fu's position is yours. No matter how satisfied Grandpa is, it's useless."

Wen Qiao: "I told your grandfather that when I can become one of the top ten richest people in the country, he can no longer be biased against me."

But Fu Nanli's face darkened slightly: "How much?"

"top ten."

Fu Nanli gritted his teeth: "You ignorant girl, do you know how many rich people there are in the country? Just in Haicheng, they say that if you throw a brick casually, all the people it hits are billionaires."

Wen Qiao's heart sank: "Are there so many rich people?"

No wonder the old man looked at her with disdain just now.

Fu Nanli raised his head and said, "Do you know how much assets you have now?"

Wen Qiao calculated in his mind: "Meslin Pharmaceuticals previously developed a specific drug for blood diseases and made a lot of money. The amount allocated to me is about 40 million."

The project invested by Fu Nanli was not favored by Ye Minqiu at first, but in the end the profit doubled, which also made Ye Minqiu admire Wen Qiao's ability with admiration.

"What else? Clubs, entertainment companies."

Wen Qiao was a little troubled: "Clubs and entertainment companies are relatively small, and the two combined are not half as big as Metsä."

Fu Nanli's heart sank, "After deducting everything, you have a net worth of 60 million."

Wen Qiao: "Yeah, almost."