Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 410 Thirteen days are here

He didn't dare to stop, he didn't dare to stop, he didn't dare to stop his thoughts, he didn't dare to think about it, he wished that time could stop.

In the early morning of the end of April, a sanitation worker passed by him, watching the tall man who got off the luxury car in doubt, watching him walk into an alley messily, whispering about something.

Lao Hu hurriedly followed, another empty box, with a messy trash can and bamboo poles at the end. Fu Nanli walked over and pushed aside the bamboo poles, not letting go of every corner.

The heart cooled down inch by inch.

No, she is not everywhere.

She hid so well, she fled from his world desperately, and simply returned the money and house to him.

He was both distressed and hurt, why didn't she come to ask him?

How can she feel that he doesn't want her anymore?

Why would he not want her?

He stood where he was, and his heart was very cold. The whole night passed and he couldn't find her. He was so flustered that he couldn't stand. He had never been so desperate even if his father died in the twenty-nine years of his life.

He stood there, the wind rolled up the leaves on the ground and blew them to his feet. His back was so lonely and desperate. Old Hu walked up to him step by step and cautiously said: "Master, there is no such thing here. Get in the car."

Fu Nanli's eyes were red, and the strength of his body seemed to be pumped clean. When he turned around, he staggered under his feet. Old Hu gave him a hand: "Master, beware."

Tomorrow's color is getting brighter and brighter, but he is getting more and more desperate, his voice seems to be burning, and his voice is hoarse, "Where has she gone? Where has she gone? Why is this kid running around?"

"The young master who will find it will definitely find it."

Except Zhou Jin, no one understands why he is so anxious.

He returned to the car, the car was still moving forward, and Lao Hu looked back at him: "Master, I'm going out of the city if I go further. I'm going to the coast, go?"

"Go and see."

He dared not let go of any possible place.

Haicheng is close to the sea. The sun on the easternmost side is slowly rising above the sea level. There are a row of yachts and cruise ships parked at the pier. There are some fishing boats in the distance. The sea is dyed red by the sun, and the sea is wrapped in the sea breeze. He walked on the brick-paved road, searching boat by boat.

How can it be found?

Are you still in Haicheng? He thought, maybe she had some way to leave Haicheng quietly. If she left Haicheng, where would she go?

At dawn, he returned to his apartment. The room was full of people waiting for him. His eyes were red and his consciousness was chaotic. There was no other way. He asked Fu Chuan: "Is there any expert who can tell of?"

Fu Chuan was dumbfounded by him: "What?"

"Find someone to help me figure out where Qiaoer is."

What else can he do?

He mobilized hundreds of people to find her. Her great ability, hiding so well, did not show him a trace.

Fu Chuan knew that Nan Li had become delirious, and he had begun to engage in feudal superstition, but when he opened his mouth, he could only do so.

A group of top dignitaries, top students from world-renowned schools, finally lost to feudal superstition, and really invited an old monk from the monastery who was said to be proficient in the Book of Changes.

Zhou Jin shook his head, I Ching? What age is it? Fu Nanli actually believed it?

He is probably crazy.

The old monk brought a set of tools. When Zhou Jin saw him line up the tortoise shells and a picture of gossip in Fu Nanli's living room, he found it absurd, and he could only watch the old monk's fortune-telling absurdly.

The top students from MIT, Harvard Medical School, and Stanford's Department of Business and Commerce are desperate, and in the end they can only rely on an old monk, who would dare to believe.

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass! !

Do you think it is enough to abuse Young Master Fu so much? ?

(End of this chapter)