After Lao Gong lost his memory, he thought he was a double

... Mr. Fu seems to like holding his hand very much.

Xie Ling lowered his eyes to glance at his held hand, thinking subconsciously.

The doctor said that Mr. Fu's current situation was caused by excessive pressure for a long time and the sudden strong external stimulation.

The attending doctor said: "The patient's brain has no obvious trauma, and the amnesia should be temporary, so the family members don't need to be particularly nervous. However, it must be explained that some patients will be extremely insecure due to memory loss, and they also need family members. Take good care of the patient and pay attention to the patient's condition at all times."

Thinking of this, Xie Ling nodded clearly - Mr. Fu is really insecure, his palms are sweating!

"Let's eat first."

Xie Ling's eyes were very gentle, and his tone of voice was soft, as if he was afraid of scaring Fu Mingcheng.

Fu Mingcheng's Adam's apple slid up and down, his eyes behind the lenses flickered slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and half of his body became stiff.

Ling Ling pinched his hand just now, it was...

... Acting like a baby?

The man was dragged by Xie Ling to sit on the dining table, his movements were mechanical, but he was too obedient.

Xie Ling called for some light meals. He didn't know Mr. Fu's taste very well, but he couldn't go wrong with porridge in the morning.It's a pity that Huaixiang didn't have a set meal of soy milk and fried dough sticks this morning.

He also quite likes the secret soy milk in the set meal.

Due to the superb cooking skills of his mother, Ms. Wen, Xie Ling has not had high requirements for food since she was a child. If I have to sum it up in four words-you can eat as long as you can.

And Huaixiangju's food is not only in line with the tastes of the public, but also able to subdue the extremely picky Wen Ziran, so he thinks that Mr. Fu will not hate it.

Xie Ling and Fu Mingcheng drank light porridge, while Wen Zi occupied the whole plate of spicy fried crispy pork and ate it crazily, as if he hadn't eaten enough in hundreds of years.

Waiting for Young Master Wen to finish eating up the plate of crispy meat before he put down his chopsticks.

After eating and drinking, his deadly curiosity came out again.

Wen Ziran's gaze flicked back and forth between Xie Ling and Fu Mingcheng, and finally fixed firmly on Xie Ling.He tried to break through Xie Ling's inner defense with his eyes full of curiosity, and let Xie Ling take the initiative to tell him the truth.

Xie Ling seemed to feel Wen Ziran's gaze, and slowly raised his eyelids, "I'm going to join the group soon, eat something good."

"What group to join?" Wen Ziran looked blank, "I don't have any schedule recently."

"In Director Lin's play, Sister Li won you a third male role." Xie Ling said.

Sister Li is Wen Ziran's manager.

Wen Ziran's eyes instantly dimmed, his shoulders drooped, and he asked aggrievedly: "...can you make me understand?"

How the hell did I offend you? ? ?

Director Lin Helin is the contracted director of Star City. At the same time, he is also the largest shareholder of Star City. He is full of fame and awards. He is a highly respected old director. , nor can he be stuffed in casually.

Boss Xie is the only one who can let him go to direct the play, and the one who is willing to let him go.

Wen Ziran counted the time on his fingers.

That's right, now happens to be the time when Director Lin asks for money once every three years.

For the sake of money, even an old director like Lin Dao, who has been innocent all his life, finally lost his life at the end of the year. Is he going to bow his head to the hateful big capitalist? !

Wen Ziran was full of anger, "How can you use money to corrupt old artists!"

Director Lin is a well-known director in China, and he is full of fame and awards. He is also famous for his rigorous attitude towards movies. During the filming, he also has high standards and strict requirements for actors. In director Lin's play, he was a walk-on to give himself a gold medal.

But Wen Ziran didn't want to.

He just wants to be a simple flow.

He slapped the table down righteously: "I will never accept it!"

Boss Xie casually rolled his eyelids, "I'm not asking for your opinion, but just informing you."

Wen Ziran choked, his eyes revealing a bit of collapse.

No, director Lin is so strict in filming, if he joins the group, he will definitely have no rest time.

"I suddenly thought about it, my mother asked me to go home for a blind date in two days, it's really unfortunate, or you should give this precious opportunity to other outstanding actors, I don't deserve it."

Xie Ling was too lazy to chat with this guy, he took out his phone slowly, clicked on WeChat, then clicked on [Aunt Bai]'s chat box, swipe the screen lightly, and read out the words on the screen in a calm tone: "He has already completed this year. 27, at this age, the works that have not yet been sold may take less than two years, two months may be too old, he is the one who wants to enter the entertainment industry, and he is the one who is passive and sabotage. You say this kid ..."

"Brother! Take away the supernatural powers, don't read it, don't read it, I will go, I will go, acting in director Lin's play is a blessing that others can't ask for in eight lifetimes, how could I not want to! I was arguing with you just now Let's play! Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously." Wen Ziran panicked.

How the hell can we talk about this with Xie Ling!

Xie Ling didn't like him, "Sister Li said she won't take you if you don't get the award at the end of this year."

Wen Ziran was overjoyed: "Change my agent?"

Xie Ling sneered, "Get out of the entertainment industry."

Wen Ziran: "..."

"It's not necessary." He still wanted to struggle, "I'm still young, so there's no need to rush to transform."

"27 is still young?" Xie Ling raised his eyebrows.

The entertainment industry has always been a youth food, and it is updated very fast. Maybe it is still popular today, but it will be crushed by new hot spots tomorrow, and finally disappear quietly into the popular hot spots.

The newcomers are trying their best to get ahead, and the seniors must also work harder to keep their current status.

Aren't Wen Ziran's contemporaries all young people in their early twenties? How did he have the confidence to say that he is still young?

Is it because his mental age is too naive, resulting in a good mentality?

Xie Ling rolled his eyes in disgust.

Fu Mingcheng sat quietly at the side, secretly traced the outline of Xie Ling with his eyes from time to time, hiding the overly hot emotions in his eyes.

Suddenly, his body froze and his expression became unnatural.

... 27 years old, in fact, is still very young.

Fu Mingcheng stopped drinking the porridge, subconsciously straightened his back.

"Why aren't you young! I'm very young! I'm not married yet!" Wen Ziran knew that he was powerless, so he simply gave up resisting, and even had the guts to secretly insult the boss.

He curled his lips and muttered: "You are young, so you are still being urged to marry at such a young age."

Xie Ling and Wen Ziran were young, Xie Ling was four years younger than Young Master Wen, it was indeed too early to get married at this age.

But didn't this catch up with the special situation and the heat-headedness at the time.

Xie Ling subconsciously looked at the other party who got married, and happened to meet Mr. Fu's complicated eyes that he couldn't take back in time.

He froze for a moment, then smiled: "What's wrong?"

Fu Mingcheng held Xie Ling's hand and squeezed it, his expression became more serious, "It's nothing."

The man beside him held his hand, the overly intimate gesture made Xie Ling feel a little uncomfortable.

Mr. Fu is reticent, and he is not a talkative person, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

After struggling for a long time, Xie Ling suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he said, "I'll stay with you at home today."

The doctor said that the patient will feel insecure during the amnesia stage and needs the company of relatives.

I hope Mr. Fu can recover his memory soon and stop being so clingy.

Xie Ling didn't see it, but after he finished speaking, the man's eyes brightened suddenly, as if stars had fallen from his eyes.

Wen Ziran, who was watching from the side, looked bewildered.

No, what's the matter with these two people?

At ten o'clock in the morning, Assistant Zhang arrived at the door of Master Xie's house anxiously, and rang the doorbell with a solemn expression.Looking at the quiet and empty corridor, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

To be honest, he was still very familiar with Master Xie's house, but it was the first time he stood here openly.

And a little... weird.

Is the boss a blessing in disguise this time?

Assistant Zhang quickly shook his head, and deleted all the thoughts that shouldn't be in his mind.

He came here today mainly to report to the boss the recent work direction of Lingyun Group.

This is actually yesterday's work content, but the boss had a car accident and lost part of his memory due to the car accident, which led to a strong sense of defense against the outside world, which is really not suitable for work.

But the boss lost his memory, will the company go bankrupt?

This question kept him awake all night, he tossed and turned on the bed, panicked a lot, and finally decided to get up to document the general direction of Lingyun Group in recent years and several major decisions made by the boss, and prepare to report it carefully.

Ling Yun was established by Fu Mingcheng alone. From a small company to a giant, the hardships... Assistant Zhang didn't know at all. After all, he became Fu Mingcheng's assistant after Lingyun Group entered a stable period.

But he knows that Ling Yun's foundation is shallow, but in recent years, the momentum has been too fierce, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at Ling Yun, trying to pull it off the horse.

If something really happened to Fu Mingcheng, Ling Yun might change his name in a few days.

Assistant Zhang felt that his job was hard to come by. Although the boss had a weird temper and was not easy to serve, often asked him to do things that had nothing to do with work, and was even a bit idiot, but Fu Mingcheng really gave him too much.

As a social animal, as long as the money is in place, he really can bear anything.

It was Xie Ling who opened the door for Assistant Zhang.

Xie Ling received a call from Assistant Zhang early in the morning. The latter asked to see Fu Mingcheng in a rather eager tone on the phone. It seemed that if he didn't see him today, Lingyun would go bankrupt tomorrow.

He understood Assistant Zhang's feelings very well. When he first took over Star City, he always felt that it was time for him to go bankrupt and liquidate.

Xie Ling: "Mr. Fu is in the second study on the right hand side on the second floor."

"Oh! Okay! Thank you for your trouble." Assistant Zhang nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Before Assistant Zhang went upstairs, Xie Ling said again: "Can we chat after your work is over? If it's convenient for you."

Assistant Zhang's heart suddenly rose, and his face straightened: "Of course it's convenient, I also want to talk to you, Mr. Xie, about the boss."

Fart!The boss will never let me talk to you!

Assistant Zhang couldn't bear to see Master Xie's deceived face, so he hurried upstairs. When he opened the door, Fu Mingcheng was standing in front of the bookshelf.

The man took down the book in a natural manner, even though he heard the sound of the door opening, he didn't even glance at the door.He flipped open the book casually, rubbing his fingers lightly on the pages.

Assistant Zhang stood at the door as quiet as a chicken, and naturally set his eyes on the ceiling.

Fu Mingcheng took the book and sat on the chair, flipped through more than a dozen pages before looking up at Assistant Zhang.The man took off the gold wire mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and tapped the table with his index finger.

Assistant Zhang who received the "instructions" immediately rushed to the desk and sat down obediently, he smiled obediently, and handed over the materials that he had sorted out all night: "It's really something, otherwise I wouldn't be able to disturb you at this time. "

Fu Mingcheng: "Yes."

Zhang He saw that the boss took the materials, and was about to explain the materials, but found that the boss flipped through two pages randomly, turned the materials to the last page without changing his face, and then handled the company's affairs with ease. Not like a patient with amnesia.

A few question marks popped up in Zhang He's mind.

Didn't you lose your memory?

He hesitated to speak, but suddenly took a breath, and a terrible guess appeared in his mind.

No, no, no!

Amnesia should not be your latest trick to get close to Mr. Xie, right? ? ?

Maybe Zhang He's eyes were too frightened, so Fu Mingcheng asked, "What?"

Assistant Zhang opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't dare to ask: "No, it's all right, just take a look."

The more you know, the sooner you die, dog's life matters!

As a social animal, you can't have curiosity!

Fu Mingcheng frowned and processed all the documents brought by his assistant, and asked abruptly, "Why did Lingling marry me?"

You lied.

It took Zhang He's strength to swallow these four words.He looked up at the ceiling, and dealt with the boss in silence, but he couldn't help but think in his heart—boss, you really lost your memory.

When Fu Mingcheng asked this question, he didn't actually want the assistant to answer it.

The time of his memory fault is probably this year, and most of the vague things are related to Ling Ling.

He didn't want to think too much, the reason why Ling Ling married him was not important.

The reality of being with Xie Ling made him both happy and panicked.

I'm afraid it's a dream.

Zhang He knew that the boss would be able to convince himself with his excellent logic, so he simply skipped this question and asked carefully: "The matter of your car accident has been investigated...it was the Rong family...you have to hide it from me. Xie Shao?"

Assistant Zhang anxiously waited for the boss to give instructions, so nervous that his forehead was sweating.

It's over, the boss has not moved for so long, he must be very angry!

Fu Mingcheng frowned, tapped the table with his index finger, and looked at the void with unfocused eyes, as if he was deep in thought.

I don't know how long it took before he opened his mouth and said, "Lingling seems to be a little cold to me."

Assistant Zhang: "???"