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"Am I right?" she asked.

Fu Haitang smiled and nodded, "How smart, you're right."

Song Weiyu lowered her eyes to his thin lips with distinct shapes. She resisted the urge to kiss him and asked obediently, "Can I kiss you now?"

Fu Haitang's heart was about to melt. He looked at her expectant eyes and snorted: "Sometimes I really doubt whether you are deliberately playing with me?"

"Hmm? What are you playing with?" She looked at the man's mouth, licked her lips, and looked innocent.

"You played with my feelings before, and now you're going even further and want to play with my body."

Song Weiyu's face turned even redder, and she turned her eyes away from the corner of his mouth, "Then I won't kiss you."

"No, I have to keep my word. I promised you that I would kiss you if you answered correctly. One of the Fu family mottos is to build a career with honesty. Come on, kiss you."

Fu Haitang held the edge of the roof with one hand, leaned over in front of her, looked at her blushing face revealing a charming shyness, and then waited for her to get closer inch by inch.

She rarely kissed him before, and after losing her memory she forgot how to kiss.

It wasn't until the tip of her nose touched the man's skin that her lips pressed against his.

She tentatively touched him lightly, not daring to kiss him as deeply as she did last night. She kissed him twice dryly, her face flushed and her eyes glanced away, "I'm done kissing..."

"Your kiss is not up to standard. I'll teach you a lesson."

Fu Haitang turned her face back and kissed her lips, pressing them deeply and shallowly. At the door of the bar, the media who were taking pictures were excited with their mobile phones in hand.

"Oh my god, they kissed right on the street! Are they going to remarry soon?"

When Fu Haitang first entered the bar, he was gloomy and depressed, but now he is in a good mood. When he saw the self-media taking pictures of him with their mobile phones, he did not stop them and even smiled.

He turned back to the driving seat and started the car. Song Weiyu was quietly wiping the water stains from his lips.

Fu Haitang glanced at the endless night and asked her, "Did you recall any memories tonight? For example, who or what?"

She shook her head.

The Bentley was speeding on the road outside Beijing. The evergreen trees on both sides formed illusory shadows. At this moment, Fu Haitang hoped that she would never remember it.

"Song Weiyu, from the time you met me until now, I have kissed you, hugged you, and slept with you. But you can't remember any of the past. Tell me, is it because I am not that important in your memory, so... I didn't touch you?"

The only answer he got was silence. Song Weiyu had already fallen asleep leaning against the car window.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled helplessly.

The winding mountain road to the Wintersweet Garden was easy to drive on, but Fu Haitang drove very slowly. The lonely street lamps shone for him alone, and he left his thoughts on the road under the moonlight.

The car entered the iron gate of the wintersweet garden. The couple guarding the garden were very happy that the boss came again this year, and hurriedly took out the floristry scissors and handed them to him.

Fu Haitang opened the car window, made a 'hush' gesture, and then pointed at the woman sleeping in the passenger seat.

He parked the car under the wintersweet tree and turned his head to look at her quietly.

"Little bear..." Song Weiyu's eyelashes trembled, and he muttered with a sad look.

Fu Haitang carried her back to the Plum Garden Villa. Lian Song had already gone back to his bedroom and fallen asleep. The entire villa was lit only by dim night lights.

He put Song Weiyu on the bed in the bedroom, and thought about the last time he came here, he rushed back from Hong Kong at the risk of his life to give her a first snow gift.

After kissing the woman on the forehead, he stood up and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the wrist.

Song Weiyu didn't know whether she was sober or drunk, she just wanted to keep him: "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah. I'll have to leave after I get you back."

She looked out the window. "It's late. The road outside is dark."

"It's not that hard to walk."

She looked at her hand that was tightly holding Fu Haitang's wrist, feeling a bitter reluctance in her heart. She slowly reduced the strength of her grip on him, and finally let go completely.

"Then drive slowly and send me a WeChat message when you get home. Thank you for taking me home."

Fu Haitang nodded and patted her head with her big hand. "Are you afraid of sleeping alone?"

She then looked around at the unfamiliar furnishings of the room and said, "A little."

Fu Haitang stood for a few seconds, then sat back down on the bed and pulled up the quilt for her: "Go to sleep. I'll leave after you fall asleep."

His hands were resting on the edge of the bed, as clean and slender as jade fan bones.

Song Weiyu secretly moved his hand under the quilt, put it under his palm little by little, and then closed his eyes.

The wintersweets outside the villa are in full bloom, and you can smell the delicate plum fragrance even with the windows closed.

The bright moonlight in the sky echoed with his gentle smile in the house. The moonlight fell on her face, and Fu Haitang's strong love fell on the moonlight.

Until the sky turned white, dry red bloodshot remained in his eyes.

Fu Haitang reached out to touch her cheek and sighed: "For the last time, if you still don't cherish me this time, I really don't want you anymore."

After saying that, he bent down, took out the Barcelo Bear from the claw machine from the white paper bag he brought and put it in her arms.

He caught it himself and succeeded in one try.