my little sir

The lunch bill was settled by Zhang Yuyu. After all, Fang Yimin didn't know if he was in debt, so he hurried back to the villa and took all his cards.

When Wen Qiling saw Mr. Xiao come back, he had just left the study, and before he had time to say a word to the other party, he saw him walking out without stopping.

"Imin..."

Fang Yimin felt a little guilty when he met Wen Qiling's eyes.He laughed and said, "I have something to do in the afternoon, so I have to go out."

"Then when will you come back?" Wen Qiling actually didn't want to interfere too much in Mr. Xiao's private affairs, but his mouth spoke out faster than his brain.

Wen Qiling added as if to make amends: "Your injury is still not healed, I just care about you."

Don't care about me, you want to spy on me!Sure enough, there is definitely something wrong with this perverted president.

Fang Yimin perfunctory Wen Qiling a few words, turned his head and dragged that good leg, and hurried away.

Fang Yimin went to the bank, typed out all his consumption slips, and checked whether he had any debt disputes. After all the problems were resolved, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fuck, I'm pretty rich."

Fang Yimin's previous two cards were all his own, and the money in them was only 10,000+, which was saved when he was working.The account number for the other black card was my own, and it should have been given to me by Wen Qiling.

With Boss Wen's love, he is still a dick with no money, and that black card is extremely shiny.

He usually doesn't spend much, and Uncle Zhao is also responsible for the family's expenses. His own money has been used to buy several exquisite luxury items, tens of thousands of cuff buttons, and tens of thousands of collar pins.

I haven't seen these things before, so they should be bought for Wen Qiling.

He actually left the black card unused and used his negligible balance to buy such expensive things for Wen Qiling? !It hurts to think about it.

-

Wen Qiling was very worried about Fang Yimin's abnormal behavior, and was distracted during the video conference in the afternoon.After hastily ending the meeting, he called the Wen family's personal doctor, Dr. Zhao.

Because he didn't see the patient, Dr. Zhao could only make a rough diagnosis based on what Wen Qiling said.

What the doctor said was similar to what the doctor in the hospital said before. He just said that we still need to pay more attention to the emotional changes of the other party. If the memory has not been recovered, it may be related to the mental aspect.

For example, long-term anxiety, or external pressure, or even hints from one's own subconscious mind, may cause the patient's memory to fail to recover.

If symptoms such as depression are found, it is necessary to diagnose and treat as soon as possible.

When Fang Yimin came back, he saw Wen Qiling asking with a heavy face, "Then what are the chances that his situation is caused by mental factors?"

Fang Yimin who was standing outside the study immediately became nervous. Sure enough, Mr. Ba was about to implement his plan.

He must be colluding with doctors and forging a mental history for himself, maybe he will be sent to a mental hospital.

You must not see a doctor yourself!

"Yi Min, you're back." Wen Qiling had hung up the phone at some point, her deep and gentle voice brought Fang Yimin back to his thoughts.

Fang Yimin coughed dryly to cover up, panicked in his heart, and nodded calmly in response.I didn't know what to say, so I blurted out, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

A gleam of light lit up in Wen Qiling's eyes: "I want to eat the braised shrimp you made last time."

"Oh, okay, I'll talk to Uncle Zhao." Fang Yimin said as he went downstairs.

For dinner, I did have braised shrimp, but it wasn't made by Fang Yimin, it was made by the chef in the kitchen.Fang Yimin ate with relish, but Wen Qiling only ate one without much interest.

Wen Qiling took a shower in the guest room, but still went into the bedroom.However, he did not rest in the bedroom, but took out a pillow and a thin quilt and placed them on the sofa outside the bedroom.

Wen Qiling said that he was worried about Fang Yimin's health, so he slept on the sofa outside, and he could call him whenever he needed anything.

Fang Yimin closed the bedroom door without hesitation. He didn't feel moved at all, because he clearly knew the other party's purpose, and the other party was watching him.

The next morning, Fang Yimin got up early, opened the door and saw Wen Qiling nestled on the sofa, half of the quilt fell off, and kindly went over to help someone grab the quilt.

Wen Qiling's long eyelashes trembled, and she opened her glazed eyes to look at him.Fang Yimin stared at him with misty eyes, his breath was stagnant, and he cursed in his heart, damn it!This man is too good-looking.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Seeing that the other didn't move, Wen Qiling stretched out his hand to hook the other's neck, pressed a kiss on the smooth forehead, and said, "Good morning."

Damn, this man seduced me!

Fang Yimin's heart thumped, he quickly straightened his body, and ran into the bathroom of the bedroom as if fleeing.

Wen Qiling sat up and scratched her head in confusion, why did she feel that Mr. Xiao was shy?Oh, by the way, Mr. Xiao lost his memory.Mr. Wen raised the corners of his mouth, the little Mr. who lost his memory is quite cute.

When Mr. Xiao was eating breakfast, he didn't dare to look Mr. Wen in the eyes. He was awkward for a while, and then he returned to his usual state.

Wen Qiling was dealing with work in the study, and didn't see Fang Yimin all morning, so she went downstairs worriedly and walked around.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhao went over to remind him, "Mr. Xiao is in the studio in the warehouse."

The warehouse is the tool room of the villa. It wasn't originally a studio, but when Fang Yimin moved here, all the painting tools he brought were put in the warehouse.There, a whole rolling gate can be opened for ventilation and good lighting, and it becomes Fang Yimin's studio.

The warehouse is very large, and there is a piece of it next to it. The floor is full of drawing boards and some unfinished paintings.On a separate cabinet shelf, there are a lot of various paints and brushes.

With one leg arched, Fang Yimin was sitting on a high chair covered with various paint ideas, and was concentrating on drawing.

A rolling gate of the warehouse was pushed to the top, and the sunlight from the window came in, passed over Fang Yimin's shoulders, and shone on the drawing board.Mr. Xiao's hair was dyed with golden light, and the skin around his fair ears and neck was pink.

Mr. Wen's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He hadn't had skin-to-skin contact with Mr. Xiao for a few days. Although he had never been an impatient person, his heart was shaking at this moment.

The high pedals are relatively high, and Mr. Wen can hug Mr. Xiao by bending down slightly.

When Fang Yimin was hugged from behind, his whole body froze for a moment, and the hand holding the pen trembled accidentally, leaving a heavy stroke on the scroll.

Wen Qiling rested her chin on Mr. Xiao's shoulder, and asked affectionately in his ear, "Why do you remember to draw?"

Goosebumps appeared on Fang Yimin's neck and ears. He pretended to be calm and said in a steady voice, "I just... suddenly wanted to draw."

Wen Qiling rubbed Mr. Xiao's neck. Seeing that his ears were red, he chuckled lightly and said, "I'm going to the company after lunch in the afternoon. Let's have dinner together when I come back tonight, okay?"

Wen Qiling's voice vibrated and his eardrums buzzed. Fang Yimin didn't pay much attention to what the other party said, and nodded vaguely in agreement.

"How long does it take for your painting? I'll ask Uncle Zhao to make lunch later."

"It will be fine in a while." Fang Yimin moved his shoulders.

"Okay." Wen Qiling kissed the little gentleman's red earlobe, and then let him go.

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