The Boss Lost His Memory And Only Remembers Me

Chapter 172: Are you talking about yourself as the friend?

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Wen Qiao smiled and said, "Then, let's wait and see."

Because Xu Lu was injured, some performance opportunities in the school were allocated to others. The biggest beneficiary was... school beauty Song Yu.

Song Yu is not an ambitious person. In the past, Xu Lu always took part in any high-profile performances. She was a little uncomfortable when she was suddenly asked to go.

People in school said that she was possessed by a lucky fish and that she was extremely lucky because of lucky chance.

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The long rainy season has begun again. The country is surrounded by mountains on three sides and there is always fog in the air.

Wen Qiao and his friends were practicing the piano in the ancient Minyue Building. The humidity was so heavy that some of the wooden parts of the pianos were getting moldy.

Lu Youyou was worried: "Please let the sun come out soon, I will take you all out to get some sun."

There are only six people in the folk music society, and it is common for the eldest lady Yu Shu and the eldest master Dong Yao to be absent.

Even if those two ancestors came, they would be busy with their own affairs.

Dong Yao even brought mice here to conduct experiments, treating this place as a medical laboratory.

Lu Youyou couldn't stand it any longer and said to Wen Qiao, "I'll fire him. Why should we worship him?"

Wen Qiao comforted her: "We have to let a hundred flowers bloom."

Dong Yao wore goggles and slashed with his knife, killing the mouse. Lu Youyou shrank her neck and said, "What a weird way to let a hundred flowers bloom."

Wen Qiao put down the pipa in her hand, stretched her muscles, and walked to Dong Yao's experimental table. Dong Yao was dissecting a mouse with an expressionless face.

"I heard that your family is good at medicine. Did they practice medicine in ancient times?"

Dong Yao remained expressionless, the blade neatly slid across the mouse's belly, "What?"

"Then you must have heard of many difficult and complicated diseases, right?"

Dong Yao didn't look up, concentrating on the experiment: "I have heard of some things."

Wen Qiao asked tentatively: "Have you ever heard of a disease where one person cannot survive without the other?"

Dong Yao finally responded and looked up at her: "Are you showing off your affection?"

Wen Qiao: …

Almost vomited blood.

"I'm not showing off my affection. I have a friend who told me this."

"What did you say?"

"She said that one day a sentence suddenly flashed through her mind. She had to stay with a certain man, or she would die. The maximum period was thirteen days. My friend would faint for unknown reasons after leaving that man for thirteen days."

Dong Yao threw the little white mouse into the medical waste bin nearby, took off the white rubber gloves on his hands, raised his goggles, and squinted at her—

"The friend you are talking about, is it you?"

Wen Qiao: …

Brother, give me some face.

"He's my friend." Wen Qiao said stubbornly.

Dong Yao did not argue with her, "I have never heard of this strange disease."

Wen Qiao felt a little lost. The Dong family was a family of antiques and ancient medicine. If even the Dong family didn't know what was wrong with her body, was there anyone in this world who could solve her predicament

She also wanted to stand beside Fu Nanli openly, confess all the lies she had told, and ask for his forgiveness.

"I'll go home and ask around." Dong Yao said, "For your friend."

Wen Qiao smiled again: "Thank you."

Dong Yao took another rabbit out of the cage, and Lu Youyou shouted, "Rabbits are so cute, do you want to use them for experiments?"

"No experiments, just bring it to you guys to bake."

Lu Youyou: "Then add more cumin powder."

Chunxiao: "Add more chili powder."

Wen Qiao: ?

(End of this chapter)