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

Ye Minqiu's tears fell violently, but her voice remained normal: "I have forgiven you a long time ago. In fact, there is really no need for you to be away for so many years. Forget it, there seems to be no point in saying this."

His fingers touched the man's face, but there was no warmth or emotion. Finally, he slowly leaned over, hugged the man on the operating table, and cried softly.

Outside the operating room, Fu Huaiyong regained his breath and asked Fu Nanli: "How did your father become like this? Who killed him?"

Fu Nanli's eyes were deep: "I don't know, he was already like this when we arrived."

Fu Huaiyong gritted his teeth: "No matter what the cost, we must find out who killed him."

Wen Qiao wanted to step forward, but Qin Bei held him back and shook his head gently: "Miss Wen, don't be impulsive. You must discuss everything with the young master before talking about it."

Wen Qiao lowered his eyes, held Qin Bei's shoulders tightly, and whispered: "But I can't help it..."

Just as he was about to step forward, Fu Nanli turned around and pushed her into his arms: "Qin Bei, send Qiao Er back first."

Wen Qiao: "I won't go back."

Fu Nanli stroked her back gently: "Be good, go back first, let me handle the matters here."

Qin Bei forcibly took Wen Qiao out of the hospital.

It's cold and freezing, and the black sky is like a dark net, covering it, making people's breathing heavy.

Wen Qiao sat in the car like a zombie.

Qin Bei comforted her: "As long as the young master is here, nothing will happen."

There was still blood on Wen Qiao's fingers: "But I killed someone, and that person was his father."

"You...don't think too much."

Wen Qiao threaded his fingers into his hair and buried his head between his knees in pain.

In a Bentley not far away, He Xihuai was sitting in the back seat with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Sir, will they find the problem?"

"What did you find?" He Xihuai raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Theresa in the front seat.

"Fa... found out that Fu Xianyuan did not die at the hands of Wen Qiao."

He Xihuai smiled: "Oh? You said that he did not die at the hands of Wen Qiao, then tell me, how did he die?"

Teresa shuddered, she was being smart again.

"Just... died at the hands of Miss Wen."

"wrong……"

Theresa was sweating on her forehead. She didn't know what the boss wanted to hear or say.

"It's obviously not because of Wen Qiao, how can you wrongly accuse her?"

Teresa quickly apologized and smiled: "Yes, you are right."

He Xihuai smiled: "But it doesn't matter whether she is or not. Fu Nanli's grandfather and mother, including Fu Nanli, will all think that Fu Xianyuan died at the hands of Wen Qiao."

Teresa carefully guessed her husband's intentions.

"In this way, Wen Qiao will break up with the Fu family. This is what you want to see, right?"

"I said, she is still too humane. I don't like her total humanity."

The word 'but' was already on Teresa's lips, but she knew that her husband would not like to hear such heartfelt words.

"Yes, you said so."

He Xihuai laughed softly: "Fu Xianyuan can live for several more decades thanks to me. Now, when I am in need, of course he should be willing to die like this, don't you think?"

Teresa nodded: "Yes."

Snow was falling outside the window, and He Xihuai said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's go."

In the hospital, Fu Nanli arranged for his grandfather and mother to be sent away first, and then his father was sent to the morgue.

He stood alone in the morgue until two o'clock in the morning.