Little actor and big president

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Those disappearing memories inevitably flooded the little actor's mind, like data imports, wave after wave, hitting him non-stop.

The little actor frowned and closed his eyes, but tears kept pouring out and falling from the slits of his eyes.

His pale face, tight lips, and trembling eyelashes all revealed the pain and fear in his heart.

The CEO's heart sank to the bottom, he knew he had remembered, he hugged the trembling body helplessly,

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." His voice was a little flustered.

The little actor was a little dazed, then suddenly struggled to push him away, and looked at him coldly, with shock, doubt, and anger in his eyes.

The little actor's coldness seemed to have hurt the chief executive's eyes, and there was a panic in his heart, a feeling that he was about to lose him.

"I have always regretted it...I have always wanted to make it up...you had an accident, and I was very worried. At that time, I was afraid to go to the hospital to see you, because I was afraid that you would hate me...I found out later that you lost your memory, but I didn't expect you to remember me... ...Although it was because I got too deep into the play and got stuck in the memory of the character, I suddenly felt very pleasantly surprised...I thought this was a chance for me to make up for it, and I could give you a new start." The CEO's words were like Atonemently timid yet sincere.

The little actor was completely immersed in his own thoughts, and was indifferent to these words. Those memories were too fierce for him to bear.

His body trembled violently, and he couldn't stand up and squatted on the ground.

Such a little actor was so fragile that the CEO felt very distressed. He wanted to hold his hand, but the little actor ran away like an electric shock.

"I want to go home." The little actor said suddenly.

"Okay, let's go home."

"No, I'm going home to myself."

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The home that I haven't returned to for several months is still clean and tidy. It seems that the part-time workers still come to clean on time.

He never said a word to the chief executive again. No matter what the chief executive told him, he always looked indifferent and ignored him.

After opening the door with his fingerprints and coming in, the little movie king walked into the bedroom like a wandering ghost, curled up on the bed.

The CEO who was regarded as air was standing beside the bed, a strong sense of powerlessness enveloped him.

Something must be done, must!

Thinking this way in his heart, he already lay down next to the little actor, and took him into his arms.

He hugged tightly, no matter how the other party struggled and resisted, pushed and beat, he still hugged tightly.

He said: "I won't let go, that day was here you asked me to answer, I answer you now, I like you, I love you, I want to be with you."

The little actor stopped panting for breath, was silent for a while, and burst into tears.

"What...what should I...what should I do? What should I...what should I do with you?" The little film king grabbed the CEO's collar and said choked up.

The CEO stroked his back, comforting him over and over again: "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

"How could you treat me like this? How could you use me to deal with my sister? She is my benefactor, without her I would not be who I am now. How do you ask me to face her, how to face her?" The little actor couldn't break free, and opened his mouth Biting the CEO's shoulder fiercely, he vented his anger.

The big president reluctantly let him bite, and kept kissing the little actor's forehead.

"I'll fix it, trust me, trust me."

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It was written and found the trend of some plot texts, 23333