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

Wen Qiao would always be laughed at by this 'Miss Bailian'.

fifty thousand yuan?

Want her to apologize to Wen Jianmin?

Ms. Bai Lian probably thinks that she is a great and kind person, and she is too comfortable in the position of Pacific police.

Lu Youyou was furious, snatched the UnionPay card from Xu Lu's hand, and smashed it on her face: "Wen Jianmin bought a piano for your stepdaughter for 200,000 yuan, who are you ruining with 50,000 yuan?" What? You’re still moving yourself, aren’t you? Take your 50,000 yuan and get out of here, and if you dare to insult Qiaoqiao again, I don’t mind getting a demerit penalty on the occasion of graduation!”

After speaking, he began to roll up his sleeves.

Xu Lu picked up the UnionPay card on the ground aggrievedly, and said with red eyes: "I am all kind-hearted, and besides, Uncle Wen wanted to buy me a piano, it was all on his own initiative, and I didn't force him, how can you take it? I'm to blame for this kind of thing? Wen Qiao, aren't we friends?"

Wen Qiao looked at her indifferently. Xu Lu was a seemingly non-aggressive person with superb methods. In her previous life, she had no defense against Xu Lu's deliberate approach. She even listened to her brainwashing and did not go to college.

Now it seems that Xu Lu approached her with bad intentions from the very beginning, she was just deceived by that harmless face.

"We've never been friends." Wen Qiao's voice was so cold that Xu Lu trembled a little.

"So, stop pretending to be a good person in front of me and disgusting me. Do you understand? It's between me and my dad. You're an outsider, so don't meddle in it."

"What's wrong?" The boy standing behind Xu Lu was Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan is handsome, his family is rich, and his grades are excellent. He is a man of the hour in Ninth Middle School.

It was the age of seventeen or eighteen when love first started, and Wen Qiao had also been tempted by him. Xu Lu urged her to write a love letter, and she wrote a love letter carefully and sincerely.

A girl as beautiful as Wen Qiao, who is almost coquettish, has always had a bad reputation in high school. Even though she has never been in a relationship, she has been rumored to be 'improper in her private life', 'chaotic style' and so on. kind of rumor.

Zhuang Yan knew her from rumors, made a conclusion for her, and decided that she was that kind of person. Regarding her liking, he said indifferently——

'Wen Qiao? She deserves it too? '

Afterwards, she casually threw her love letter into the trash can.

The troublemaker dug out her love letter and posted it on the school bulletin board. Every word full of emotion from the girl became a weapon used by those people to hurt her. Wen Qiao couldn't escape ridicule wherever she went.

The love letter written in the second year of high school, the whole school laughed at her for a year.

She became the biggest laughing stock of Ninth High School.

Looking at it now, the boy is tall and handsome, but he is too ruthless. How could she feel sad for such a heartless person for a whole year?

Not worth it.

As soon as Xu Lu saw Zhuang Yan, two lines of tears came, and Lu Youyou snorted lightly: "Why do you want to take the exam for Yangyin? Why don't you go to the Yang opera, don't waste such a good acting skill."

Xu Lu played the piano and Zhuang Yan played the violin. Whenever there were any school activities, the two would perform together.

Everyone thinks that they are a pair of talented men and beautiful women.

Xu Lu quickly wiped away her tears: "I'm fine, I'm fine, it's none of Wen Qiao's business."

If it was in the past, Wen Qiao would have been eager to explain if she was worried that Zhuang Yan would misunderstand, but now, her heart is calm, and misunderstandings are misunderstandings. She no longer cares about Zhuang Yan's opinion.

Lu Youyou sneered: "Don't cry, is the inner eyeliner waterproof or not? The makeup is going to be blurred."

Zhuang Yan frowned, his light eyes swept over Wen Qiao's face, Wen Qiao held Lu Youyou's arm indifferently: "Let's go quickly."