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

On July 9th, a ten-story cruise ship was parked at the port on the east coast of Haicheng. At 6:30 p.m., the cruise ship was brightly lit, and the red carpet went straight to the revolving door with golden Roman columns. The smell of money in Vanity Fair was everywhere.

I rehearsed with that Mr. Vincent all day yesterday, and finally achieved a fusion of Chinese and Western music. Today they played [Butterfly Lovers] and [Jasmine Flower] together.

He heard that he saw the video of her participating in the interview of Yangyin, and was very shocked. Then he found the school of Ninth Middle School and asked for her email.

Wen Qiao was wearing a little black dress, and Lu Youyou, who was carrying a piano bag, looked like a little assistant. He was very satisfied with his masterpiece: "Our Qiao has reached a new height of beauty today."

Wen Qiao hooked Lu Youyou's arm, looked at the two people beside the revolving door, and raised her eyebrows: "Look..."

While talking, the two had already walked to the golden Roman column.

Zhao Tong crossed his arms and snorted lightly: "I thought I was wrong, so it's really the two of you? What are you doing here? Are you watching a show? The arrival of the two really lowered the standard of the entire audience. Watching the show Why are you still carrying a piano bag? What? You still want to provoke a world-class piano master? Don't be ashamed."

Wen Qiao: ...

How can this man be so eloquent?

She opened her lips, and was about to explain, so that Zhao Tong wouldn't look too stupid if she said too much.

Zhao Tong started chattering again: "Which row is the ticket? It's too far back to see the master's demeanor. The VIP ticket for me and Lulu is the first row. I'll dictate to you after reading it." Let’s take a look at how exciting the concert is.”

Lu Youyou: "...I'm sorry to disappoint you. Our Joe didn't come to see the performance today. Our Joe came to play with Mr. Vincent today."

Xu Lu froze for a moment, clenched the handbag in her hand, the smile on her face was a little stiff.

Ensemble with Monsieur Vincent?

These two people really dare to lust.

Zhao Tong sneered: "Playing with Mr. Vincent? Lu Youyou, there must be a limit to bragging, okay? She? Wen Qiao? She also deserves it? Not to mention that your status in folk music is not very good, in terms of grades alone, Wen Qiao has something Have you ever won an international award? Has it been recognized by any professional organization? We Lulu have won so many awards and dare not say that kind of big talk, you..."

Wen Qiao took out an invitation letter slowly and held it out to Zhao Tong. Lu Youyou was a little embarrassed: "Do you know Chinese? It's in both Chinese and English. Do you need me to read it to you again?"

Xu Lu's whole heart was trembling, and she couldn't restrain her emotions. She could only tightly clenched the bag in her hand, and her fingers were scratched by herself.

Zhao Tong couldn't believe it. After accepting the invitation, the arrogance just now became a complete joke.

Wen Qiao added another sentence to add insult to injury: "You don't need to dictate to me, I should feel more real than you when I am on stage."

Miss Zhao was so angry that her face turned livid, and she threw the invitation letter to Wen Qiao: "I think this Vincent's aesthetic vision is nothing more than that, I want to take off my fan!"

Wen Qiao sneered: "Taking off fans is like withdrawing capital, there is no need to announce it, no one will care."

Zhao Tong was irritable: "Wen Qiao, what are you crazy about?"

Lu Youyou raised her eyebrows: "We, Qiaoqiao, have a capital madness. If you are not convinced, then hold back."

On the red carpet, Zhuang Yan and his mother came together. Xu Lu grabbed Zhao Tong and said in a low voice, "Tongtong, forget it, maybe the school wants to promote folk music, so this cooperation was facilitated."

Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou had already entered the revolving door and boarded the gangway.