The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Holding his girlfriend in one hand without panting

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Ten minutes later, the pasta with steak and Tomato Mushroom soup were served. Wen Qiao sat at the table, her lips a little swollen. She lifted her leg and gently kicked the man opposite her. “Who allowed you to whine?”

Her ankle was immediately grabbed by a strong hand. “Since you’re not familiar with me yet, and it seems that my physical condition has nothing to do with you, why are you concerned about me?”

Wen Qiao was at a loss for words.

She immediately understood Wen Chi’s feelings. She couldn’t win or argue with him.

He was so angry.

Seeing that she had been deflated and remained silent, Fu Nanli’s mood brightened up a little. He let go of her ankle and said in a deep voice, ” “Let’s have dinner.”

Wen Chi was a tyrant in ninth high school, but he was innocent and weak in front of his sister.

Outside, Wen Qiao was wild, cool, and arrogant, but in front of Fu Nanli, she was weak, innocent, and pitiful.

One thing had its weakness, and Wen Qiao was in great pain.

“Aren’t you very busy?”

When Fu Nanli was helping her cut the steak, Wen Qiao was bored and casually struck up a conversation.

“Yes.”

“I used to have a tight schedule, but now I have to fly a plane and deal with the Central District’s business. I have to go on a business trip every few days.”

“Yes.”

“Then, when did you have time to work out?”

The steak was cut into pieces, and the plate was pushed to her hand. The boiled broccoli didn’t look appetizing, but for the sake of her health, Fu Nanli forced her to eat it.

“There’s still some time.”

“Do you exercise every day?”

“It’s almost the same.”

“Why are you so hardworking?” Wen Qiao looked at him with her chin in her hands.

“So that I can hold my girlfriend in one hand without panting.” His voice was sexy to begin with, and his slender fingers were holding a knife and fork. The lines of his forearm were so beautiful that people couldn’t look away. When he spoke like this, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but feel her ears heat up.

“You don’t have to work so hard. You’re already so busy with work. You can put aside these unimportant things.”

Fu Nanli shot her a glance. Wen Qiao felt a chill on her neck, feeling that he had seen through her inner thoughts. She felt a little guilty.

“You just need to take half an hour every night to practice. It’s not a waste of time.”

Wen Qiao flipped the steak on her plate and replied with an ‘Oh’ in a low voice.

After dinner, there was still the afterglow of the setting sun in the living room. Fu Nanli, who had finished washing the dishes, walked towards her. He was dressed in a homely manner, wearing a loose white shirt and loose khaki linen pants. The bottom of his pants hung loosely on his feet.

As he walked over, he rolled down his sleeves and sat down beside Wen Qiao. He picked up the remote control and turned on the television.

What a coincidence, the television was actually broadcasting the transfer of the famous painting of sunflowers.

cough, ” Wen Qiao coughed lightly. I want to watch variety shows.

Fu Nanli pulled her into his arms with great familiarity. He had played enough of this little love game between children and was done with it. From today onwards, they had to be in a good relationship and stop playing games of ‘you chase me, I chase you’.

“I’ll see later.”

The program described in great detail the dangers that sunflower had encountered on his way from Amsterdam’s Van Gogh Museum to the British Museum.

Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. She didn’t mention her M society. Naturally, they were all disguising as passersby to protect the paintings from being stolen. It wasn’t suitable for them to be exposed, and if that happened, they wouldn’t be able to carry out their work in the future.

“My friend in United Kingdom said that there are some rumors going on over there,” Fu Nanli said in a deep voice.

“What rumors?”

“He said that there were a few groups of thieves who wanted to steal this painting of sunflowers.”

Wen Qiao could vaguely feel sweat on her forehead, because he was right.

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