The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

After the interview, Chu Jing sent a message to Song Zhixia, saying that he would come over in the evening.

After the two confirmed their relationship, Chu Jing casually gave Song Zhixia a house, and occasionally stayed overnight. Song Zhixia didn't like to live in such a big house, so he only came here early when Chu Jing came.

At night, the light was dim, and Song Zhixia found the house that he only visited in the past few months based on his memory. When he opened the door, he found that the electronic lock was broken, so he asked someone to fix it.

It is extremely cold at night in winter, and the body loses consciousness after standing outside for a few minutes.

The master lock repairer was tinkering with the lock, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Zhixia. He thought he looked familiar, but he didn't remember it for a moment, and after a while, he said twice: "I seem to have seen you on TV."

Song Zhixia groaned, barely shrunk in the cold wind, he said calmly: "Many people say that I have a star face."

The lock repair master searched in the few memory banks, and said to himself: "I remembered, is your name Bai Qixia?"

Song Zhixia stuck to the corner to shelter from the wind, his face was pale from the cold: "You are mistaken, my name is Xia Qibai."

The master is old, and he really doesn't chase stars very much. When Song Zhixia said this, he believed it, and laughed a few times to relieve the embarrassment: "I'm sorry, but you are so good-looking, you have so much, star temperament. "

Song Zhixia smiled gently: "Thank you."

After the lock was unlocked, the master packed up his things and left, and Song Zhixia went into the house to change his shoes.

The Nordic-style house is dominated by black, white and gray, and it looks very deserted at night. It is not popular for a long time without people.

Song Zhixia rolled up his sleeves and made the hygiene simple. Every decoration and every trinket on the shelf was carefully decorated by him, and he wiped it very carefully.

Probably because he didn't eat dinner, his stomach hurts a little.

After resting on the sofa for a while, Chu Jing called and said straight to the point, "I'll be there in an hour."

Song Zhixia changed his posture and lay down, looked at the time, and obediently said, "Okay."

Chu Jing held the steering wheel with one hand, looked straight at his eyes, and said, "There is a friend with me, you are ready to go."

After hanging up the phone, the man sitting in the co-pilot looked at him with his chin: "I really envy you, Song Zhixia has been with you for three years, right? You are gentle and caring, good-looking, can cook and appreciate art, and is knowledgeable and interesting. Perfect."

There was no expression on Chu Jing's face: "Is he so good?"

Yu Qingbai sat up straight and said in surprise: "No way? Then what do you think is wrong with him?"

As Chu Jing's playmate and business partner since he was a child, he has never doubted Chu Jing's vision. When he first fell in love with Song Zhixia, he proved this point even more.

The two started to get on good terms first, and Chu Jing cared about him, but in the past two years, he had become more and more indifferent.

As an outsider, Yu Qingbai felt that Chu Jingfang was such a big, all-round beauty, that he was simply reckless.

Chu Jing said absently, "It's okay."

It is undeniable that he once fell in love with Song Zhixia, otherwise he would not have included him, but after a long time, people always like the new and dislike the old.

To him at this moment, Song Zhixia was like boiled water, tasteless, if he hadn't met him at the Blue Ocean awards party today, he might not have remembered such a person.

Yu Qingbai clicked his tongue twice and shook his head: "Sure enough, if you get it, you don't know how to cherish it. If you want me to have a top quality like Song Zhixia by my side, I will definitely not include him, but plan to marry him."

Chu Jing smiled: "It's just a little bird, it's fine for playing around, there's no need to be so serious."

Yu Qingbai clasped his hands and said jokingly: "I will remember what you said, after you are beaten up by the society in the future, it will be too late to regret it."

Chu Jing said firmly: "It's absolutely impossible."

The car arrived at the destination very quickly. Chu Jing parked the car in the underground garage and went straight upstairs from the elevator.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the entrance was very bright. In the open kitchen, a young man wore an apron around his waist and held a spatula in his hand.

Hearing the movement, the young man looked back, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his smile was like a flower: "You are back, the meal is almost done, wash your hands first."

There are five dishes on the table, beef tenderloin with Hangzhou pepper, tenderloin with pineapple, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, etc. The plate is decorated with small flowers, which is exquisite and delicious.

The section from the garage to the elevator made Yu Qingbai's eyes straight from the cold, the house was warm as spring, and there were delicious food and beautiful people, he immediately regained his energy: "Zhixia, long time no see, I'm bothering you."

After Chu Jing changed his shoes, he turned around and walked two steps, took off his coat, Song Zhixia took it naturally, and put it in the closet.

The three of them washed their hands and started to eat. Song Zhixia sat beside Chu Jing and picked the fishbone with his head down. It was so tender that it overflowed with juicy juice. After picking the bone, he put all the fish meat into Chu Jing's bowl.

Yu Qingbai and Chu Jing started chatting about projects while eating.

"Holographic projections are expensive and risky."

Chu Jing took two mouthfuls of the fish, pushed the bowl aside, picked up the water glass and took a sip of water: "Risks and benefits coexist."

Yu Qingbai thought for a while silently: "Success, I'll go talk to them."

Chu Jing: "Up to three days, if we can't reach an agreement, we can find someone else."

The corners of Yu Qingbai's eyes twitched: "I will try my best."

Seeing that Chu Jing didn't move his chopsticks much, Song Zhixia asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Chu Jing said lightly: "Song Zhixia, are you short of money to buy salt?"

Hearing this, Yu Qingbai ate a piece of fish, wondering: "It's bland? I think it's delicious."

The fish itself has a bland taste, but Song Zhixia used the braised method, the flavor is all boiled into the fish, it melts in the mouth, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

Song Zhixia paused, "Sorry."

Chu Jing didn't speak, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, got up and went straight to the study.

"Hey man." Yu Qingbai stood up and looked at Chu Jing leaving the back inexplicably, "No way, what kind of temper is this!"

His stomach was not feeling well all the time, and he managed to eat a few more mouthfuls, but his face was still as pale as paper. Song Zhixia put his arms on the table and whispered, "It's my fault."

Yu Qingbai: "..."

Yu Qingbai was convinced, he really didn't know how Chu Jing treated Song Zhixia on weekdays.

Chu Jing is not like this outside on weekdays. Although he has always had a bad temper, he is not to the point of throwing his hands away. At least he will restrain himself.

But in front of Song Zhixia, it was like a completely different person.

"It's not your fault." Yu Qingbai's face was complicated, and he smoothed things over, "If Chu Jing doesn't eat it, it's up to him. It's his loss, and I will eat it."

Song Zhixia smiled at him.

After eating, Yu Qingbai went to the study to talk to Chu Jing about things, while Song Zhixia stayed in the living room to clean up the dishes.

The stomachache was unbearable, and Song Zhixia began to sweat coldly on his forehead, and he stumbled while washing the dishes.

After finally washing it, he went to the common medicine cabinet to look through the medicines. He squatted and searched for a long time. The drawers were full of colorful and common medicines, but he couldn't find the stomach medicine.

Song Zhixia sat on the ground, fumbled for his mobile phone, and planned to order some medicine to be delivered home.

He is very clear about his body, he will be fine if he takes the medicine, if he doesn't take the medicine, he won't be able to sleep all night.

There is still an announcement to be made tomorrow, so he has to ensure his best condition.

A shadow suddenly fell in front of him, and Song Zhixia slowly raised his eyes.

Chu Jing changed into a set of home clothes, and his usual sharpness was greatly reduced. He put one hand in his pocket and the other held the cup, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zhixia blinked: "It's a little uncomfortable."

Chu Jing searched the shelves: "Then take you to the hospital?"

"No need." Song Zhixia refused, "I'll just take some medicine."

"Okay." Chu Jing also felt that this was not a big deal, so he naturally handed him the cup in his hand, "Where are the coffee beans? I want to drink hand-ground coffee."

Song Zhixia was in so much pain that he couldn't even stand up. Looking at the cup in front of him, for a second, he wanted to drop the cup.

Then in the next moment, I remembered the warm trophy I just got.

There was almost no need to weigh, Song Zhixia showed him the standard smile of the majority of customer service when facing difficult customers: "Okay."

After getting the answer he was satisfied with, Chu Jing finally felt a little better.

Yu Qingbai, who was watching all this at the door of the study, was in a more complicated mood: "I think he is refilling the medicine? You don't feel well and you still want to drink hand-ground coffee?"

Chu Jing took it for granted, "Then what's the matter, just let him make hand-ground coffee, is it difficult?"

Yu Qingbai: "..."

How does this kind of person have a target? ?

Chu Jing felt that he was already very considerate.

He also asked Song Zhixia if he wanted to go to the hospital, but if he said no, who could be blamed?

As for feeling unwell, it would be fine if you take some medicine, so that's really not a big problem.

Thinking about it this way, where can he find such a good financial backer?It seemed that Song Zhixia had earned it.

Chu Jing felt at ease and continued to read the project information, waiting for his hand-ground coffee.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-2522:25:25~2021-06-2723:21:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 sheep;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: an unknown name abolished 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: there are 2 bottles of Fumu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!