The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Chu Jing didn't give him any choice at all, Song Zhixia could only walk in.

The next moment, Chu Jing locked the door, and after locking it, he put the key into his pocket.

On the first floor, the formal banquet has already started, and birthday songs are played in the hall, dancing and drinking, all stop and move closer to the center of the venue.

The servant looked around for Chu Jing's figure, and was relieved when he saw him coming down from the second floor.

Gorgeous lamps set off the entire banquet hall like daytime, and Chu Qingrong stood in the center of the crowd.

A woman slowly pushed the cake trolley forward, she was a very elegant and delicate woman, she did not look old at all, she put on light makeup, and under the gold silk cheongsam was an exquisite body.

Wherever she passed, passers-by were all talking.

"Hey, she is Master Chu's younger sister, Chu Rou? Even people in their 20s would believe it."

"She is a movie queen, she relies on her face to make a living, so of course she has to take good care of it."

"Ah? Is it the actress?"

"She was the most popular 20 years ago. Everyone in the older generation knows her."

"Ah, that's really amazing."

"How can the Chu family not be powerful?"

Just joking, everyone laughed together, and the air was full of joy.

The cake trolley stopped in front of Chu Qingrong. Under the colorful flowers, the creamy white five-layer cake was very beautiful.

Standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, Chu Jing watched this scene from a distance. He was too lazy to play the role of fatherly kindness and filial piety. He came here to show the greatest respect to the old man.

While cutting the cake, a light screen flashed overhead, and a countdown timer appeared in an atmospheric manner.

Chu Qingrong blew out the candles, and all the light sources at the scene went out instantly, leaving only the candlelight of the big cake.

There were people standing around the cake, and they couldn't see clearly against the candlelight, like shadows one after another.

Chu Qingrong was about to blow out the candles, when suddenly there was an unreal singing voice in mid-air, like complaining or admiring, like weeping like complaining, the lingering sound was lingering, like a ghost in the night.

He froze, his pupils constricted in disbelief, and Chu Rou was also the one who changed his face. She turned her head suddenly, and there seemed to be cracks on that well-maintained face.

Except for them, everyone else was normal. Madam Chu even pushed Chu Qingrong with a smile on her face: "What are you doing? Blow out the candles, everyone is waiting."

The cake was in the center of the banquet hall, and the guests surrounded them in a circle. In the darkness, the candlelight shone brightly in the eyes of each of them.

Chu Rou quickly approached Chu Qingrong, and called out in a low voice, brother, Chu Qingrong has lived to this age, and has seen everything that should be seen and should not be seen, so she quickly regained her composure.

He patted Chu Rou to comfort him, then blew out the candles and began to make a wish.

As if it was his illusion, the singing sound receded like a tide when the lights came on.

It was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

Chu Jing watched Chu Huai, Chu Rou, Mrs. Chu and Chu Qingrong cut the cake with a silver knife, and the cream dripped down the cut cake.

The family is happy and harmonious, as if they are very united and friendly.

Chu Jing looked bored. He drank some wine and got a little tipsy. Someone came to meet him and discuss business.

In the middle of the night, the birthday party was about to end, so he didn't plan to spend the night in Chu's house, so he called the driver and drove away.

The red and green light outside the window slid across the car like running water. He drank and leaned against the car window, his mind was full of project data, analysis reports and other things.

For a moment, a thought vaguely emerged from the gap in the depths of his brain, he seemed to have forgotten something.

But for Chu Jing, he always remembered important things firmly, and didn't take care of things that he didn't remember. If he didn't remember, it was not important at all.

There is no need to bother to think about it at all.

In the guest room on the second floor, Song Zhixia was half lying on the bed, sweating coldly all over his body one after another. He couldn't stop himself from sliding down the bed, and his stomach couldn't stop churning like an iron knife. It was full of bloody smell.

The air conditioner in the room was not turned on. He tried to turn it on, but when ice slag was blown by the wind, he struggled to turn it off again.

In such a large house, no one seemed to remember that anyone was still locked up.

Throughout the night, Song Zhixia didn't drink a drop of water, and his stomach pain reached the limit that his body could bear. He couldn't help retching, but he couldn't vomit anything.

How embarrassing, Song Zhixia couldn't help thinking.

It would be disgraceful to die here.

Since Chu Jing wanted to teach him a lesson, he would definitely not make it easier for him, but he should not be locked up for a long time.

As time passed, Song Zhixia almost lost consciousness. He began to wonder, did Chu Jing really remember that he locked him here?

With the last bit of strength, Song Zhixia took out the phone. At this moment, his forehead was soaked with sweat, even his eyelashes were wet, and his lips were even more bloodless.

He opened the call interface, found Chu Jing's contact information, and when he was about to dial out, he hesitated again.

Song Zhixia quit the page and called Chen Ye.

After a long beep, Song Zhixia curled up into a ball, staring at the ceiling palely, trying to get close to the phone.

Quickly answer the phone.

The phone rang until the last second, because no one answered for a long time and hung up.

It was as if a life-saving spider thread in the void snapped, completely extinguishing the hope of life.

Song Zhixia staggered to his feet, walked to the door with difficulty, and knocked hard on the door.

But how much strength does a person with unbearable stomach pain have?

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the whole mansion was quiet, no one cared about the movement like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Song Zhixia was so painful that he lost consciousness.

The people in Chu's house didn't sleep well all night, so Chu Qingrong got up early and went for a walk on the mountain.

The maid started cleaning each room on time at six o'clock in the morning, from the first floor to the second floor. When she passed a certain guest room, she was about to open the door when she suddenly found that the door was locked. Twice, politely asked: "Is anyone there?"

If there was no response, there might be someone inside, and the servant did not dare to trespass, so he went to clean the next room.

Just when she turned around, she suddenly heard an extremely slight movement, which a careless person might not notice at all.

The servant approached the door and tried to knock again, and there was a response from inside.

There was a response, but there was no sound. The servant felt that something was wrong. She turned around and strode away to find the key, then returned, and opened the door with the emergency key.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw the scene inside the door clearly. There was a person lying beside the door, his face was as pale as snow, and his chest heaved weakly.

She was startled and hurriedly called 120 for emergency services.

On the second day after Master Chu's birthday party, someone passed out in the Chu residence, and the news spread like catkins throughout the Chu residence.

Just when Chu Qingrong came back from his walk, he saw the medical staff coming out of his house carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher lay a young man with his hands hanging outside, putting on an IV.

It was not yet clear what was going on, but the moment he passed by, he saw the man's face.

His palm-sized face was buried in his collar, his pale blue eyes were like gems that had lost their vitality, and he seemed to be aware of it. The young man tilted his head and stared at Chu Qingrong intently.

Chu Qingrong's breathing was stagnant, those complicated and chaotic thoughts surged like weeds, last night's ghostly song echoed in his ears again, he was nailed to the spot, and he didn't recover until the people around him called him several times.

Aunt Liu looked at Chu Qingrong worriedly, and told the whole story of how Chu Jing brought Song Zhixia back last night, and she said, "This is very strange, why is the young master gone, but his friend is still there? It's best to report this matter to the young master."

Chu Qingrong waved his hands desperately, and walked into the room: "I don't care about his affairs."

The relationship between the two fathers and sons has always been like this, so Aunt Liu had no choice but to call Chu Jing.

Today was the day when the Chu Group held a regular meeting. Chu Jing hadn't stopped calling since early in the morning, and they were all from the various branches under him.

When he received the call from Aunt Liu, he had just finished listening to the report and had a few minutes to rest.

Aunt Liu knew that he was busy, so she didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point: "Master, the friend you brought back passed out in the room last night, and was found by the servant today and just sent to the hospital. Would you like someone to go and see? "

The words "friends" that I brought last night turned in Chu Jing's mind, and then Song Zhixia's name slowly emerged.

Oh, he locked Song Zhixia last night, but forgot to release him.

Chu Jing loosened his cuff buttons, and the secretary behind him stopped about one meter away, and asked for instructions: "Mr. Chu, there is something you need to decide..."

He gestured casually, the secretary nodded, and then backed away.

Chu Jing asked, "Is the person dead?"

Aunt Liu murmured: "That's definitely not the case. The doctor said it was acute gastritis, which is quite serious, and there will be intestinal bleeding later."

Chu Jing's voice was even and steady: "If you're not dead, you can find a doctor for treatment. What are you calling me for? Can I make him recover after going to see him?"

But after all, that is the person you brought back. A person who laughed so gentle last night and fell unconscious on the ground today, shouldn't he be concerned?

Aunt Liu was choked and had nothing to say: "Then I'll call and ask later."

Chu Jing turned and walked into the conference room, followed by a large group of people.

He finally said: "I'm very busy, don't bother me with this little thing."

After hanging up the phone, the phone stayed on the call history page, and there were always a lot of messages on Chu Jing's phone.

The interface showed that Song Zhixia called him five missed calls last night.

Chu Jing felt that this person was really interesting. He asked him to reflect, but before there was a result, he made himself sick.

As expected of an actor, there are so many dramas.