Domineering CEO: Woman, please be responsible

Song Qingtian grabbed the phone tightly, and said nervously, "Shen Xiangzhi, do you have any difficulties?"

On the other end of the phone, Shen Xiangzhi stood in front of the window for a long time with his mobile phone. His eyes were a little dry from the night wind, as if sand had dazzled his eyes, and his vision became a little blurred. After a long while, his voice came dryly from his throat. Send out, "Sunny, I'm sorry... At that time, I really didn't know... Sunny, I did make a mistake, but... can we not talk about this for now, and let's talk slowly after you think about it, OK?"

Sunny's situation was bad enough now, and he didn't want to complicate the situation because of this incident.He knew that he was sorry for Qingtian, but he really wanted to talk about it later, later, later...not now...

Listening to his words, Song Qingtian was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, "Okay, let's talk about it later."

She doesn't remember anything now, and she doesn't want to fix Shen Xiangzhi's fault rashly.She remembered the way he looked at her. Such affection cannot be faked.

Hearing Song Qingtian's words, Shen Xiangzhi heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly let out the breath he was holding in his heart. He simply turned around, half-sat on the window sill, and chatted with Song Qingtian on his mobile phone, "Are you used to going home?" ? Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, after all, it's the place where I grew up. Even if I don't remember it, I still feel familiar. So, I'm still getting used to it." Song Qingtian propped herself up on the balcony, as long as she didn't talk about that topic, her mood would change. He relaxed a lot, listening to Night Breeze, and talking on the phone with Shen Xiangzhi, "What about you? Xiaoxi and I are gone, are you lonely by yourself?"

"Of course. Song Qingtian, without you, every minute and every second is suffering."

Song Qingtian's heart gradually trembled with Shen Xiangzhi's warm and sexy voice.A light and shadow suddenly flashed in my mind, it seems that I have heard such words before.But if I think about it again, I can't remember it again.

That night, Song Qingtian and Shen Xiangzhi talked on the phone until very late. Later, Shen Xiangzhi worried that she would be unhealthy if she slept too late, so he urged her to go to bed quickly, and then reluctantly hung up the phone.

Lying on the bed, Song Qingtian felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Suddenly remembered, in fact, after she lost her memory, at the very beginning, when she saw Shen Xiangzhi in Nanshan Villa, she was afraid in her heart. She was forcibly taken home by him, and she didn't want to get close to him.He seemed to know her fear, and approached her cautiously, not to disturb her, carefully observed all her tiny expressions, and was there.

Maybe it was because of his careful care that she soon became less afraid of him.

She has not yet recalled their past, but she has become more and more dependent on him.

Of course, before she lost her memory, she was extremely dependent on him, so even if she couldn't remember the past, this feeling still persisted.

Song Qingtian sighed, turned over on the bed, opened her eyes and looked at the moon outside the window for a while, then, she was really sleepy, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep slowly.

The next day.

When Song Qingtian woke up, Xiaoxi was obediently at the dining table, and Mother Song was stirring the corn paste in Xiaoxi's bowl to cool it down faster.

As soon as Xiaoxi saw Song Qingtian coming out of the room, she opened her hands and grinned, "Mom..."

Song Qingtian looked at Xiaoxi, her eyes rolled up instantly, she walked over, planted a kiss on his cute little face, and asked with a smile, "Did you sleep well with grandma last night?"

Xiaoxi nodded, but said truthfully, "But I want to sleep with mom and dad more."

Song Qingtian was slightly taken aback, and the smile on his face gradually faded.She subconsciously looked up at her mother, and saw Song's mother suddenly drop the spoon in her hand, and looked at Song Qingtian with a sullen face, "Qingtian, there is something that I discussed with your father and I want to tell you."