The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

In the black, white and gray style villa, Chu Jing sat on the sofa with his notebook spread out on his knees. He tapped the keyboard with his ten fingers and occasionally glanced at the time.

It takes about three hours to drive from city B to city A. According to this time, it should arrive at one o'clock in the morning.

So he concentrated on his work and processed the documents.

Before he knew it, time passed like sand, and when he came to his senses, it was already one o'clock, but Song Zhixia hadn't arrived yet.

Chu Jing turned off the computer and put it on the coffee table, looking at the clock on the wall.

Song Zhixia dared to time out?It seems that the previous lesson has not been given enough.

Chu Jing didn't have the patience to wait for someone. Song Zhixia knew the password of the electronic lock, and he could hear the movement when he entered the door. He bent down to pick up the computer and was about to go upstairs, but the phone suddenly rang at this moment.

When he picked up the phone, it was the secretary calling, and his voice sounded anxious: "Mr. Chu, Song Zhixia had a car accident on the way back to City A!"

Chu Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately picked up the tablet to check the news. As expected, the headline on the front page of the entertainment was extremely horrifying, "Serial car accident at midnight, a well-known artist surnamed Song is still alive and dead!"

Since the news was posted in the middle of the night, netizens were still sleeping, and the public opinion was not too fermented.

Within a few seconds, Chu Jing had already made a decision: "You should first find out which hospital he is in, go over and see the situation, and report to me."

The secretary dutifully said: "Okay."

For the past three years, she has been dealing with Song Zhixia. She has a good impression of him both in public and in private. When she saw the news, her first reaction was shock and worry. She didn't want anything to happen to him.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Jing paused on the spot for a while, and only then remembered what he wanted to do before answering the phone.

He went upstairs, unstoppable, and the phone call made the already bad mood worse.

Lying on the bed after taking a shower, I can smell the familiar, unique fragrance of Song Zhixia around me, which is as cool as a gust of wind.

Chu Jing was inevitably upset and unable to sleep.

He tilted his head and stared out the window.

A few minutes later, he still couldn't fall asleep. Chu Jing suddenly realized that he might care a little bit about Song Zhixia.

It was like a sweet and dreamy dream, the sky was covered with snow, and it seemed that a snow spirit kissed his cheek, which was as cold as a death scythe.

The young man was stuck in the car seat, with meandering blood flowing from his forehead, his thin lips were slightly parted, his fingers were unable to lift up, and he touched the glass window that was shattered into cobwebs little by little.

The cold wind poured in, and he exhaled mist from his lips, and it dissipated.

No, can't die...

He tried his best to maintain his sanity, and tried his best to grab the window, and he didn't even feel that his fingers were cut by the glass.

Immediately, he completely lost consciousness.

The red and blue police lights tore through the night and stopped on the side of the road. The street lights penetrated the fluffy light snow and fell on the road. The reporter was stopped outside the red line, trying to reach the machine on tiptoe, trying to interview first-hand news.

It was bound to be a sleepless night.

After hearing the news, Chen Ye hurried to the hospital without saying a word, didn't even put on his shoes. Song Zhixia was pushed into the operating room for surgery, and he waited outside with his palms sweating.

Chen Ye is still very young, and he has never experienced the feeling of losing a friend or relative. Now his mind is blank, and he doesn't even care about work.

He stood close to the wall, watching the red lights flashing outside the operating room, thinking that Song Zhixia was still so young, he couldn't just end like this, and they had made an appointment to walk to the top of the mountain together, and they were only halfway there.

Ever since he met Song Zhixia, all he had in his life was work and his scumbag boyfriend, and he had hardly received any kindness from fate...

After thinking about it, Chen Ye's emotions broke down first. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and his eyes turned red instantly.

After the operation, the doctor took off his surgical gown, and when he went out, he saw a young man in disheveled clothes, covering his mouth tightly with his hands, not even daring to make a sound. He walked up and patted Chen Ye on the shoulder: "Hey, surgery very successful."

"Ah?" Chen Ye's eyes were full of tears. He looked down at the entertainment news in his hand. There were a few shocking characters on it: Life and death are uncertain, the scene is already dead, and with the bloody photos, he thought that no matter what happened to Song Zhixia, it would be a disaster. few.

His tears were still hanging on his eyelashes, looking a little funny: "Are you sure it's Song Zhixia? Could it be that you drove the wrong person?"

The doctor who took off his protective clothing almost laughed: "He's a pretty guy. You still don't want your friend to be okay?"

Still in a dream, Chen Ye reached out to hold the doctor, his body softened, and he almost knocked: "Thank you doctor, thank you doctor."

"It's okay." The doctor ordered a few precautions, and then hesitated, "His head was injured, so pay more attention after the operation."

After watching the doctor leave, Song Zhixia was also pushed out, and Chen Ye quickly followed up to check the situation.

In the snow-white cart, the young man was wrapped in a quilt, his face was pale, his head was wrapped with bandages, his blood-stained sweater was cut open, and several stitches were stitched from his shoulders to his abdomen.

Chen Ye made the sign of the cross on his chest, went back to guard Song Zhixia's bed, and only now began to concentrate on his work.

After turning on the phone and replying a few more important messages, Yan Yu also sent many messages to Chen Ye, asking for the address of the hospital and saying to come over.

Chen Ye knew that the two of them were college classmates, and now that Yan Yu was so popular, there were many professional paparazzi guarding him whenever he went out. Song Zhixia also had many people who wanted to make big news, so he didn't dare to take the risk, so he quickly declined.

After dealing with work information like this until midnight, Chen Ye couldn't resist being sleepy, and fell asleep on his stomach next to Song Zhixia's bed in his clothes.

The first ray of light shines on the snow-white hospital bed in the morning, and wintersweet flowers quietly stretch their branches and buds in the bedside vase.

The incorrect sleeping position all night made Chen Ye's waist sore and his back ached. His arms slid slightly, and his whole body followed.

The bed was empty except for the messily folded quilt.

Chen Ye was completely awake at this moment, half of his soul was frightened, and he went to find someone immediately.

When he got up and turned around, he found that the young man was standing in front of the window, the hospital gown was loosely hung on him, and he was looking down with his hands on the window.

Chen Ye's heart that had just been raised immediately let go: "Hey, it's good that you are here. You just finished the operation. If you don't have a good rest, what are you doing standing in front of the window?"

Song Zhixia turned his head and booed him, then continued to look out, his pale blue eyes reflected the scene of the crowd gathered downstairs, and he sighed, "There are so many people."

"Yeah." Before Chen Ye noticed anything wrong, he went to Song Zhixia to watch with him, "So you have to pay attention recently, don't leave the ward door, and tell me if you need anything."

Song Zhixia blinked blankly: "I... am I seeking revenge?"

Chen Ye: "?"

Chen Ye turned his head to look at Song Zhixia. Song Zhixia's eyes were crystal clear, and his slender fingers were touching the window sill. The warm winter sun penetrated the window, and his skin was almost transparent.

Chen Ye suddenly realized that Song Zhixia was not joking, he never joked.

The doctor's words last night sounded in my head, my head was hurt, hurt, hurt.

In this situation, why does it seem like he doesn't remember anything?

He pointed himself tremblingly: "...Who am I?"

"No matter who you are," Song Zhixia took out 100 yuan from his pocket, put it in his hand, held his hand, and said sincerely, "As long as you help me deal with the group of people below, you are my brother. My name is what I ask for."

Chen Ye: "??"

Chen Ye: "????"

The author has something to say: I’m late, I’ll give my brothers an orz