I don't deserve your love

Su Bai excitedly ran to the elevator.

The elevator stops on the tenth floor.

Su Bai frowned, thinking to himself, it's not Yan Ye's floor.

He was not in the mood to wait any longer, so he immediately ran up the stairs and called Fu Yanye at the same time.

As soon as the other side picked it up, Su Bai said excitedly: "Yan Ye, I think I saw little sister Jian, she went to the tenth floor."

Tenth floor?

Fu Yanye immediately sat up from the bed, even breathing a little out of order.

He peeled off the needle in his hand, and let the blood flow out from the needle hole, but stopped as soon as his leg touched the ground.

She came, not to see him.

What's up with her?

It's been a year since she was injured, and she hasn't recovered yet?

Her blood-stained legs suddenly appeared in his mind, and he quickly ran out.

Because the typhoon is coming, everything that was originally unhurried has become faster.

When Su Bai ran to the tenth floor, they had already left. Su Bai walked around in various offices but didn't see Zhuo Jian's person, so he could only run to the service desk: "Did you see two women coming up just now?"

woman?

The staff at the service desk looked around, and there were four or five pairs here.

Su Bai turned around and realized this, thought for a while, and said: "She is very beautiful."

Everyone: "..."

The hostility in the eyes of the girls present was all directed at him immediately.

Su Bai had no choice but to continue running, but where would he find her again.

Fu Yanye ran downstairs, "Where is she?"

"Yan Ye, I lost her."

Su Bai sat in a chair by the wall, looked at Fu Yanye disappointedly and said.

Fu Yanye's already pale face was even more bloodless, and even a little cold.

"Maybe you are wrong."

"It can't be wrong. I followed her from Shengxin Villa. Although she has lost some weight, her demeanor has not changed, and Yuan Xia has not changed from last year."

Or even a little black suit all day long.

"Let's go back."

Fu Yanye's heart ached when he heard that, and he walked towards the elevator with his head down.

Su Bai had no choice but to follow reluctantly, why did he suddenly disappear?

Yuan Xia just went to make an order and immediately went downstairs.

She didn't make it to the tenth floor at all, and waited outside the filming room on the first floor.

She used to like to wear small leather shoes, but now she just goes out to exercise, Chang Xia ran to her side, "Okay."

Zhuo Jian stood up, Chang Xia sent the list inside the small window, and soon Zhuo Jian walked in.

Sheng Xin's call came in, and Chang Xia answered, "Ma'am is currently filming."

"The typhoon is coming, go home early."

"clear."

After Chang Xia finished speaking, she hung up the phone. This year, she has never liked Sheng Xin.

Su Bai was still guarding the parking lot. He saw that the car Yuan Xia was driving was still there, and it was true.

Not long after, he saw Yuan Xia and Zhuo Jian coming out of it, he didn't go up to say hello, but followed them.

When the car passed by the beach, there was some emotion in Zhuo Jian's calm eyes.

The surroundings were in chaos, and a few media people who didn't know where were trying to fiddle with their tools.

The reporter stood on the shore with a microphone in hand. A gust of wind blew up the forgotten sign on the side of the road and hit the reporter directly.

When the car was about to pass by, she ordered lightly but firmly: "Stop."

Yuan Xia turned to look at her: "We have to go back quickly."

"Wait a minute."

Zhuo Jian said and pushed open the door.

Chang Xia was terrified and immediately followed.

Zhuo Jian strode towards there.

"lady!"

Chang Xia chased her worriedly.

The reporter's leg was severely injured and bleeding, and their staff surrounded him, "This sign is rusty, you have to go to the hospital immediately."

"But what about the news?"

At this time, the reporter was still worried that he would not be able to report the situation here in time.

"I come."

She stood behind them.

Everyone turned to look at her, but her face was already washed away by the rain and could not be seen clearly.

She bent over, and her voice was as high as possible for them to hear.

The wind messed up her hair, and she took the black hair rope around her wrist to tie up her wet and messy hair, revealing her palm-sized face.

-

The news was sent out on time, but her appearance on TV was blurred, and she could not even be recognized unless she looked carefully.

The wind and rain were too strong, and her face was already unbearably wet, and it was tightly wrapped by the raincoat given by the staff.

The typhoon hit in the afternoon, and there were no vehicles on the road.

In the luxury ward of the hospital, the news was rebroadcasting on the TV hanging on the wall.

"Yan Ye, that really seems to be Sister Xiao Jian. She went to help without hesitation. I didn't dare to stop her when I saw Chang Xia nearby."

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just stared at the person in the news inside.

Her face was so washed by the rain that she couldn't see clearly, but he knew that it was indeed her.

She loves that industry, so of course she'll go no further.

Su Bai said that the female reporter was carried away at that time, or that journalists have a kind of spirit that they don't have.

However, Sheng Xin said that she lost her memory.

She doesn't look like that on the screen.

"Yan Ye, does little sister Jian have amnesia? From what I see, she seems normal."

Su Bai also stared at Zhuo Jian on the TV, he remembered the scene he saw, she discussed the problem with the staff so methodically, and broadcast the situation so calmly and quickly, although the real strong typhoon at that time It hasn't come yet, but the wind is already strong.

Fu Yanye frowned slightly, and suddenly smiled.

-

The typhoon stopped the next day, and the city returned to its original appearance.

Fu Yanye met Chang Xia in Fanxing.

Chang Xia was obviously a little overly nervous when he saw him, but when he found that he was thinner, he still couldn't help but look at him more.

"boss."

Chang Xia called him, respectfully and cautiously.

Fu Yanye raised his eyes to look at her, and she really hasn't changed much in the past year.

"Am I still your boss now?"

Fu Yanye asked softly.

Chang Xia almost said such words as Boss One Day Boss Life Life Boss, but in the end she just bowed her head silently.

"Does she know you're coming to see me?"

Fu Yanye asked.

Chang Xia looked at him again without understanding.

Fu Yanye got up, walked to the bedside, looked at the scenery outside and said, "Zhuo Jian."

"Madam doesn't know."

Chang Xia explained in a low voice, biting her lip.

Fu Yanye sighed, then turned to look at her: "Is her injury healed?"

"It's almost okay. Yesterday, I went to the hospital for a re-examination. The doctor said that I can go for a re-examination in the next six months."

Chang Xia explained.

Fu Yanye's heart felt damp and hot as he listened.

"Did she mention me?"

Fu Yanye asked again.

"No."

Chang Xia's voice became even softer.

Fu Yanye heard the sharpness in his dark eyes, then looked at Chang Xia and said, "Look at me."

Chang Xia was a little scared, and looked up at him.

Fu Yanye took a few steps closer to her, "Sheng Xin said she lost her memory, right?"

Chang Xia: "Yes, yes."