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

After finally helping him put on the swimming cap, Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, the door of the bathroom was closed, and in the shower, Director Zheng put the refrigerator away, and reported: "The temperature inside has dropped to 16 degrees, and it is still dropping. If Captain Fu is ready, you can go in, give me a signal after entering, and I will start the timer."

Fu Nanli reached out to pull the tie of the nightgown, and Wen Qiao turned around immediately.

The rustling of the fabric seemed to ring in her ears, and a nightgown with his body temperature was thrown on her shoulder: "Take it."

The smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of special male hormones penetrated into her nose, and Wen Qiao felt a little tormented.

Soon the sound of the shower falling was heard.

Director Zheng's voice sounded: "The temperature inside shows zero, has Captain Fu started?"

"start."

The timer clicked and clicked in the confined space. Out of the corner of her eye, Wen Qiao caught a glimpse of Director Zheng, and whispered, "How long will it take?"

"Zero degrees, rinse with cold water for five minutes."

Wen Qiao's eyes widened: "Cold water?"

Director Zheng laughed softly: "Of course, otherwise can it be called low temperature resistance test?"

Wen Qiao instinctively looked back. The lower half of the shower room was made of frosted glass, while the upper half was made of transparent glass. The cold water rushed down his head, and his muscles could be vaguely seen. They were not the kind of big man trained in the gym, but very smooth and graceful. The lines from practicing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

This kind of him is like a work of art, displayed in a transparent glass cabinet, like a god, people only dare to look at it from a distance.

Five minutes seemed a long time, and the man stood under the shower like a statue, motionless.

There is no water vapor in it at all, and the temperature has obviously dropped to freezing point. Imagine jumping into ice water in severe winter, and she will be shocked instantly.

With a click, Director Zheng pressed the timer: "Captain Fu, the time is up."

Seeing that the man turned off the shower and was about to come out, Wen Qiao quickly turned around again, and came behind her with a cold and damp body. She could feel his shortness of breath due to the cold, and his icy fingers fell on the Over her shoulder, pick up the nightgown.

Qingyue's voice came: "It's ready, you can turn around."

Wen Qiao turned around, and the man's slender fingers were slowly fastening the laces, and he reached out and tore off the swimming cap casually, his slightly wet hair drooped, sexy and lazy.

Chief Zheng measured his blood pressure and dictated: "The resting blood pressure does not exceed 18.4/11.7 kPa (138/88 mm), which is qualified, so I will go out first."

Wen Qiao wanted to retreat with Chief Zheng, but the man grabbed his wrist and pressed him against the wall.

"Why don't you dare to look at it?" There was a bit of teasing in his eyes.

Wen Qiao whispered, "We haven't reached that point yet."

"How far has it come?"

"Just holding hands."

Be conservative.

"Hand in hand? How long have we been talking?" As they spoke, the two breathed together, and Wen Qiao was a little distracted.

"We've been talking for a year."

Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's been a year, and it's only time to hold hands?"

What kind of primary school chicken-style innocent love is this?

Wen Qiao was a little anxious: "Because I'm still young, you are more of a gentleman."

Mother, how many more lies does she have to tell?

"How old is it?" His slender fingers walked on her cheeks, and finally pinched her chin lightly. The skin was so smooth that he couldn't put it down.

"nineteen."

The man clicked his tongue softly: "So small?"

He looks like a beast.

Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "Fate can't be stopped, love knows no age."

"How did you know each other?"