The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

How could Chu Jing, who was born with a golden spoon, ever receive such treatment?He came with good intentions, but the other party treated him like a donkey, and was so ignorant of good and bad.

Chu Jing sneered, strode away, and went straight to the hotel he had booked to rest.

Using the room card to open the door, the suite is spacious, with a panoramic view of the lake from the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and the bathtub is right in front of the window. Chu Jing went over to put the water in, and randomly tested the temperature.

The bathtub has its own massage function, the surging water can precisely massage each acupoint, and only a very slight rattling sound can be heard in the room.

The sound insulation effect in the suite is good, it is very quiet, and it is too spacious. Chu Jing was in a trance for a moment, and the shadow of Song Zhixia almost appeared in front of his eyes.

Whenever Chu Jing went to the villa, he saw brightly lit, warm and harmonious scenes. He would help him prepare shoes when he entered the house, and Song Zhixia would pick fishbone for him when he was eating.

When taking a bath, Song Zhixia will put in the water, prepare bath towels and a change of clothes, and do things carefully and appropriately.

First of all, when he first got together with Song Zhixia, he felt that this was an advantage. There is no one who doesn't like a gentle and considerate partner, but after a long time, he took everything for granted. Looking at Song Zhixia, he didn't have the same spark as before.

But everything about Song Zhixia, like warm water, quietly seeped into every detail, and in this quiet time, it gradually surfaced.

His smile, his kindness, gentleness, and tranquility, with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, are like scrolls unfolding.

Finally, when I met Song Zhixia in the morning, the other party asked him who he was with an indifferent face.

Chu Jing felt as if his heart had been pricked by an ant. It didn't hurt, but it was itchy, but he couldn't scratch it.

Unable to find out why this emotion came from, Chu Jing was a little annoyed. He opened his eyes, and a ridiculous thought popped into his mind without warning. Could it be that he likes Song Zhixia?

From the moment he knew he was in a car accident, he started to feel flustered, didn't sleep well all night, and this morning he rushed to call a doctor. Even though Song Zhixia had a bad attitude, he thought he was a patient and didn't care about him.

Immediately, this idea was quickly thrown out of his mind.

It is absolutely impossible, the reason why he treats Song Zhixia so well is because he is still valuable.

When Song Zhixia got into a car accident like this, Chen Ye needed to do a lot of public relations work, so he was too busy to touch the ground, so he had to ask Song Zhixia not to go out at will.

Staying in the ward is also very boring, Song Zhixia took out his mobile phone to play games.

After a while, someone knocked on the door.

Song Zhixia walked over to open the door, and the person standing outside was dressed in black, with the brim of his hat pressed down so low that his face could hardly be seen, holding a handful of light blue gypsophila stars in his hand.

Seeing Song Zhixia, he raised the Gypsophila star in his hand and shook it: "I saw it outside, and it looks like the color of your eyes, so I bought it for you."

The other party's tone was too familiar and natural, like a dear friend whom he had not seen for many years, but Song Zhixia didn't remember anything, he thought for a moment, and remembered what Chen Ye said, "If you dare to expose your amnesia, I will immediately hang myself in front of you."

He took the flowers, pretending to be calm: "It's all here, what kind of flowers do you bring, I don't charge for the entrance fee."

This is the nth wave of people who came to see him today, as if he was used to the punch-in attractions here.

Yan Yu keenly sensed that something was wrong with Song Zhixia, but at the first moment he wasn't sure if it was his own illusion, so he didn't say anything.

He entered the room and turned to put the flowers in the vase. Yan Yu looked at his injury and said in a low voice, "Sorry for coming so late."

Both Yan Yu and Song Zhixia were on the cusp at the moment, and he didn't want to bring him unnecessary trouble.

He took a step closer, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the white bandage, and asked, "Did it hurt at that time?"

Song Zhixia felt something was wrong.

This tone, this posture, how come it feels that it has surpassed the scope of ordinary friends?

But won't you have a boyfriend in the morning?

Song Zhixia was a little confused about the situation, but the person in front of him gave him a better feeling than Chu Jing, so his attitude was softer: "It's okay, I don't feel anything."

He couldn't even remember what happened to him, so that when he woke up, there were so many people watching him downstairs, and countless people came to visit him in the ward.

Yan Yu recalled what happened on the day of the car accident. He took a step forward with a soft voice: "Xia Xia, I came today to tell you that no matter what you want to do, I will accompany you."

He has already regretted what happened three years ago, and now the only thing he can grasp now is that he doesn't want to regret it.

Song Zhixia didn't quite understand what he was saying, but he was caught off guard, his eyes were suddenly sore, as if sand had been thrown into it, but in just a moment, the feeling dissipated again.

He blinked his eyes lightly: "You are such a good person."

Yan Yu: "..."

No, he doesn't do it because he's a nice guy.

These few words were enough for Yan Yu to judge Song Zhixia's state. Although he didn't know what went wrong with him, Yan Yu didn't want to press him.

The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he raised his hand to stroke the broken hair on the young man's forehead: "You say so."

Yan Yu is half a head taller than Song Zhixia. From Song Zhixia's perspective, his jaw line is smooth and beautiful, his thin lips have two small dimples when he smiles, and his eyelashes are long and thick, casting a faint shadow.

Like a ray of sunlight leaking in from outside the house, sparse and bright.

Song Zhixia didn't resist his approach, he narrowed his eyes slightly, put his tongue on his chin, and wanted to say something.

In the corridor outside the ward, Chu Jing brought his secretary to visit again. This time, he came to City B with a sudden schedule, so there was no time to arrange many things, and there was no way to delay it any longer.

He had to come over and send Song Zhixia to see his brain, so that he could leave with peace of mind.

After walking outside the ward, he didn't choose to go in immediately, but said: "He is very unconscious now, you can make up a reason to bring him out later."

Chu Jing always paid attention to efficiency in doing things, and he didn't have time to explain to Song Zhixia, who had lost his memory.

The secretary hesitated, "Will this make us look like human traffickers?"

Chu Jing's face darkened: "Go as soon as I tell you, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

If Song Zhixia cooperated obediently, just like before, why did this happen?

The secretary didn't dare to say anything, and went away in a depressed manner. By the way, he had already thought about how to explain to Chen Ye after he tricked Song Zhixia out later.

When she reached the door, she stopped, took a light breath, raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, when suddenly a shadow fell around her, and it was Chu Jing walking over.

He stood by the door and looked in through the glass window on the door.

The ward was bright and warm. There were two people standing in it. The distance between them was extremely close. The taller man put his hand on the young man's hair. From the side, it looked like a kiss. The young man raised his face slightly, as if in a welcoming gesture. .

At this moment, a raging fire ignited in the bottom of Chu Jing's heart, all efficiency and schedule were reduced to ashes in this fire.

Without even knocking on the door, he slammed it open, ignored the secretary's weak resistance, and strode in: "What are you doing!"

The fire in his eyes almost turned into substance, and he didn't even think about holding Song Zhixia, his actions were rude and violent.

Faced with the intruder, Yan Yu was slightly taken aback, and after seeing the person clearly, he quickly calmed down, with a trace of sarcasm on his face: "Oh, it's you."

What Chu Jing pulled was Song Zhixia's other arm, but he had just finished the operation, and the pulling caused pain all over his body. Song Zhixia immediately said coldly, "Let go."

As a matter of course, Chu Jing completely ignored his voice. He firmly grasped Song Zhixia's arm, turned to face Yan Yu, and smiled coldly: "Mr. Yan, I'm afraid it's not good to covet other people's things." ?”

Yan Yu clasped her hands, her posture was relaxed, and her peach blossom eyes were raised: "You are the least qualified person to say such a sentence."

"Correct you." Yan Yu stepped forward and looked directly at Chu Jing, "Zhixia is not a thing, but a person. He has the right to choose."

There seemed to be an invisible tornado roaring in the air, and Song Zhixia was at the center of the storm.

At this moment, Song Zhixia only had one feeling: Good guy, what did he do before?Two boats?so exciting? ?

Chu Jing's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he wished he could goug out a piece of meat from Yan Yu's body, but Yan Yu didn't have the slightest intention of backing down, and confronted him tit for tat.

Chu Jing's voice was very soft, and he said with a smile: "So he chose to give up on you three years ago."

This undoubtedly hurt the most secret scar in Yan Yu's heart, his expression changed slightly, and he said coldly: "Why did he choose you, you have no idea?"

These words undoubtedly tore apart the relationship between Chu Jing and Song Zhixia.

"I'm so surprised. You were the one who forced him back then, and you're the one who doesn't cherish him now." Every word Yan Yu uttered made the temperature of the entire ward drop a little, "Let him buy you delicious shrimp at midnight You were the one who caused the car accident, what face do you have standing here?"

The things pieced together from the conversation between the two are like what happened in another world. Song Zhixia can't quite empathize with it, and he doesn't have any relevant memories in his mind.

All he knew was that Chu Jing's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water, and the strength in his grip was getting stronger and stronger.

Unbearably large.

Song Zhixia tried his best to break away: "You hurt me."

He pointed out the door with the red-stained finger: "Please knock on the door before you come in. I will call the police next time if you don't come in."

Chu Jing never thought that Song Zhixia, who was always gentle and considerate, would look at him with completely unfamiliar eyes, and the fire that had been ignited before he came in became even more intense.

Yan Yu's eyes pierced his face, which was hot and painful.

He pointed at Yan Yu and mocked, "What about him? Song Zhixia, you're out of your mind and you only remember him?"

Song Zhixia tilted his head, as if he didn't think this was a problem.

"I don't remember," he said lightly, "but he cared about me, and you, even if you cared, were worthless to me."

The thorn buried in the flesh pierced through the soil with this sentence, and pulled out the bloody flesh.

Chu Jing gritted his teeth, his reason was burnt out by the overwhelming anger.

"Okay." Chu Jing nodded slightly, looked at Song Zhixia, and said word by word, "Don't come to me crying in the future."

Song Zhixia said bluntly, "There won't be a day, you think too much."