The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me-Chapter 1339

Suspected that was his father

“Write to me?” Wen Qiao took it.

She opened it and saw that it was a share transfer agreement. She was a little confused. What is this? ”

I’ve transferred five percent of my shares to you. Keep it well. You’ll be able to attend the board meetings in the future.

Wen Qiao threw the envelope at him. I don’t want this. I want a red packet. The kind that costs 6600 Yuan.

Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes and pinched her face. silly girl. There will be countless 6600 Yuan here. Didn’t you help me keep the Dubai project? ” This is what you deserve.”

Wen Qiao lowered her head and said in a low voice, ” if I accept this, will it affect your position in the Board of Directors? many people want to overthrow you. You should concentrate your power and not split your shares.

His big hand was warm, dry, and powerful. What’s Yours Is Mine. They all know that. They won’t dare to do anything to me. Even if you give away 5% of your shares, I’ll still be the top shareholder. Don’t worry.

Wen Qiao received the richest New Year’s gift in history-5% of the Zhong Huan group’s shares. Just like that, a sky-high amount of wealth came crashing down.

Wen Qiao placed the envelope under her pillow. As she lay on the huge fortune that Fu Nanli had given her, she fell into an exceptionally deep sleep.

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The fu family had the habit of visiting the graves during the Lantern Festival. As an unmarried daughter-in-law, Wen Qiao was called over by Fu Nanli, and Gu Xiao was also brought over by Fu Nanli.

Grandpa Fu was turning a blind eye to it now, letting his grandson do whatever he wanted.

The fu family’s private cemetery was on the southernmost mountain of the shallow lake. There were evergreen Pines, cypresses, and Holly. They parked their car outside the cemetery and got out.

Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao supported Fu huaiyong as they walked along the limestone Road into the cemetery.

In the cemetery, there were gravestones of Fu Nanli’s grandmother and some of his ancestors. The nearest gravestone was Fu xianyuan’s.

At this moment, there was a cigarette in front of the tombstone. The cigarette was still burning, as if it had just been thrown here.

Fu Nanli’s brows furrowed slightly, his attention focused on the less conspicuous cigarette butt.

His mother and grandfather didn’t notice and placed flowers in front of the tombstone.

Uncle li handed Fu huaiyong a handkerchief. He half-squatted in front of the gravestone and carefully wiped the cold and emotionless gravestone, his eyes slightly red.

Every time he came, he would personally wipe the tombstone to remember the pain in his heart.

Wen Qiao had been sent over by Fu Nanli’s car very early in the morning. She was still in a daze and didn’t notice the unremarkable cigarette butt in the withered grass. All her attention was on the sad old master.

Gu Xiao was standing under a pine tree, looking at the person on the tombstone. He was lost in his thoughts. He had never seen this person before, but because of their blood relationship, he could not help but feel sad.

When the grave-sweeping was over, Fu Nanli said that he would stay for a while longer. The others left the cemetery one after another, leaving only Wen Qiao to keep him company.

In the morning, there was still a thin mist lingering in the cemetery, surrounding the trees. A pruning worker passed by and was stopped by Fu Nanli. “Apart from us, is there anyone else coming to visit the grave today?”

The uncle nodded. yes, that person was wearing a mask and a cap. He didn’t bring anything and said that he wanted to come in to sweep the tomb. Because the old man told me not to stop people who came to sweep the tomb, I let him in.

“How tall is he? what’s his figure like?”

she’s shorter than you, young master, about 180 to 183. She’s not fat or thin, and she’s not as strong as you. I can tell that she’s quite old. She’s about 40 to 50 years old. Maybe I’m not sure.