The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

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Chapter 193: Not contacting her for 13 days

Translator: 549690339

When Fu Nanli pushed open the door with the captain’s cap in his hands, the room was filled with the aroma of food. The smell of smoke and fire would make one feel nostalgic for a space that was originally devoid of any feelings. Now, the place had the additional name ‘home’.

It was an early winter evening, and the kitchen was shrouded in the Twilight as he strolled over. He leaned against the door frame and looked at her.

Wen Qiao heard the sound of footsteps and turned back to smile at him. “I’ll be done in a moment.”

“Yes.” The man responded but did not move forward.

Wen Qiao muttered in her heart, feeling that Fu Nanli seemed a little strange.

She put on her gloves and was about to carry the claypot when Fu Nanli took a step forward and took the gloves from her. “I’ll do it.”

Two dishes and a soup, the color, smell, and taste were all complete.

Are you flying to Munich or helsinki? ”

it’s the last trip to Munich. I’ll hand it over to Captain Luo zhouzhouzhouzi.

I can’t really remember his name, so I’ll just call him Captain Luo.

“It will be easier after this, right?”

“Yes.”

He was a little quiet today and occasionally looked at her with a complicated expression. His eyes glanced at the wound on her index finger a few times, but he didn’t say anything.

Wen Qiao was a little confused.

Was he tired from the long flight?

When dinner was over, Fu Nanli was washing the dishes by the sink in the kitchen. A bad thought flashed across Wen Qiao’s mind.

Did he notice something when she took the initiative to look for him in Shao city?

Her actions at that time were indeed too suspicious. How could it be that after two or three days, she couldn’t stand it and directly went to find him?

It was also very reasonable for Fu Nanli to come back to his senses and suspect her actions.

Wen Qiao stood in the living room and looked at his tall back in the kitchen. After washing the dishes, she slowly squeezed some hand wash and washed her hands before turning to walk towards her.

He approached her step by step, and she instinctively backed away. She had her hands on the back of the sofa, and there was no way to go back.

“It’s getting late, I’ll send you back.”

Wen Qiao’s heart clenched. Previously, he would think of ways to make her stay.

Did he discover something?

“Oh, okay.” Her voice was a little muffled.

He was already walking towards the door, so she could only follow behind him.

The two of them entered the elevator, and there was a safe distance between them. He no longer had to hold her in his arms all the time.

After they left the apartment building, he sent her to the car and asked old Hu to send her back.

As for himself, he didn’t get into the car.

Wen Qiao’s palm turned cold. Did he realize that she was lying?

The car started and the window was half-open. Wen Qiao hurriedly reached out her hand and bade him farewell, feeling uneasy.”I’ll see you again.”

Restraint, fear, and uneasiness were engraved in her eyes. There was a clear wound on the hand that she had stretched out to greet him. Fu Nanli lowered his eyes.

His heart clenched.

The car drove away slowly. He didn’t say goodbye to her, and his face seemed to be expressionless. From the rearview mirror, he stood there for a long time, as if he was watching her leave.

Wen Qiao closed her eyes and tried her best to calm her emotions.

If he knew the truth, would he fly into a rage?

Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. I’ll just deal with it when the time comes.

After that, Fu Nanli didn’t contact her again, and Wen Qiao’s heart sank inch by inch. She went to class and practiced the violin as usual every day, and outsiders didn’t seem to notice anything different about her.

A person like her would not easily open her heart.

Lu Youyou didn’t even notice the change in her mood.

Wen Qiao counted the days. As the days passed, it was soon the 13th day.

Fu Nanli hadn’t contacted her for thirteen days, which was equivalent to giving her a death sentence.