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

Lu Youyou wanted to cry but had no tears: "I feel like I'm on Fu Shao's assassination list, Qiao Qiao, I'm finished."

Wen Qiao pulled her into the car, and said to the driver as if she couldn't wait to get on her brows: "Go, go."

Lu Youyou looked at her ambiguously: "My next title, it's called, Wen Xiaoqiao quickly escaped from Mr. Fu's king size bed!"

Wen Qiao pinched her again, and Lu Youyou screamed.

Fu Nanli looked back again, and Wen Qiao had long since disappeared, looking at Fu Chuan with hints of displeasure.

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On September 1st, Wen Qiao started school.

Yangyin is in the university town, and the university town is divided into three campuses. Therefore, the canteen and dormitory of the re-opened university students of the Conservatory of Music, the Drama Academy, and Haicheng No. 1 University are all together.

The School of Drama is full of students with outstanding looks.

When Fukai University throws a brick at will, the ones hit are all the top students in the college entrance examination of a certain place.

Only the popular majors of piano, cello, and violin are more popular in Yangyin.

And Wen Qiao's folk music department is at the bottom of Yangyin. Therefore, among the three universities, the students of the folk music department belong to the bottom of the food chain.

On the day of the report, the students gathered in the living area after receiving daily necessities.

Both Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou signed up for the boarding system. Although the school is not far from home, they still plan to go home and live at home, but the school has reserved a dormitory so that they can stay at the school for one night in case something happens.

The living area is very lively, after all, it is a mixed dormitory of three institutions of higher learning.

Wen Qiao saw Xu Lu and Zhao Tong.

While Xu Lu didn't see Wen Jianmin, Wen Qiao smiled, and Xu Lu's eyes met her, a little scared, and quickly avoided.

Wen Qiao was queuing up to receive dormitory supplies, lazily leaning on the suitcase, took out her phone, and sent a message.

Xu Lu's phone vibrated, and she looked down——

[If there is another bad comment about me in the university, you just wait for me]

She was so angry that she gave Wen Qiao a hard look. Her evil thoughts could only be suppressed. She was really afraid of Wen Qiao now.

Zhao Tong gloated and said, "There are a total of 368 new students in the Central Music Department. The Department of Folk Music is full of students. There are only 38 students in total. Among the 38 students, more than half of them are trying to find ways to transfer. Seeing Wen Qiao Are the four-eyed boys in the queue at the back, the short ones and the exotic clothes non-mainstream? The students of Minle look so stupid, Wen Qiao is just like them, no one will take them seriously."

Only then did Xu Lu smile. The camps were clearly divided, and they were the top students, while Wen Qiao was the poor students.

Why should she have the same knowledge as the underachievers?

Wen Qiao was also dressed in ordinary clothes, T-shirt, jeans, canvas shoes, and a peaked cap, and played with her mobile phone with her head down. The seniors didn't notice that there was a beautiful woman hidden in the non-mainstream group in the folk music department.

Everyone ran to Xu Lu and the others to help carry their luggage.

Lu Youyou snorted softly: "Look at those seniors, scrambling to help Xu Lu and the others carry their luggage, and look at the beauties majoring in piano and cello, all of them look like proud peacocks, what are you talking about?"

Wen Qiao was still playing with her mobile phone. Anyway, she was strong and didn't need other people's help. She could still help Lu Youyou carry it.

A few seniors on the side chatted excitedly: "Have you seen Dai Yi, the new school belle of the School of Drama? She is really beautiful."

Lu Youyou snorted softly: "That Dai Yi, during the art exam, she started to buy a marketing account for the most beautiful art candidate, I think that's it, Qiao Qiao, it's far worse than you, really."

Wen Qiao's phone vibrated and received a message that two million had been credited to her account.

She was dumbfounded.

two million?

I thought it was impossible to get into the top 50

I underestimated you

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