After my boyfriend lost his memory, I became his nemesis

Su Ziqian suffered from pain in his feet, but he was not annoyed. He lay down on the table and laughed in a low voice.

He found that making Qin Ran angry was also a very interesting thing, a man who was originally deserted and seemed unmoved by anything.

It turns out that the expressions on his face can be so rich, so rich that people can't help but want to bully him, so much so that there are more expressions on his face that only he, Su Ziqian, can see.

"Fool." Qin Ran glanced at Su Ziqian, cursed in a low voice, and couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, as if returning to the ambiguous time when they were in college.

The beauty makes people greedy.

Qin Ran no longer cared about Su Ziqian, and after taking a few mouthfuls at will, he no longer had any appetite.

Su Ziqian took care of almost all the meals on a large table.

He got up to check out, only to find that he had already paid the bill. When he came back, he looked at Qin Ran strangely: "You asked me to come here just for dinner?"

Qin Ran glanced at him, got up and walked out: "Otherwise?"

Su Ziqian thought that Qin Ran asked him to come over and settle the bill for him, so he misunderstood him.

Su Ziqian was a little embarrassed, raised his hand and scratched his head: "Thank you, next time, I will treat you to dinner."

Hearing this thank you, Qin Ran's scalp hurts a little, and he feels uncomfortable.

He ignored Su Ziqian and got into the car by himself.

Pulled down by Su Ziqian and stuffed into the back seat: "I'll drive."

Su Ziqian sent Qin Ran home, then squeezed into the room sullenly: "Go to sleep?"

Qin Ran was quite depressed by his attitude: "What do you want to do?"

"Huh?" Su Ziqian was taken aback by the question.

In fact, he himself didn't know what he wanted to do, he just subconsciously felt that he should treat Qin Ran better, or even better, and wanted to love him.

Qin Ran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing Su Ziqian standing there speechless, he turned around and went upstairs.

The body is indeed a little uncomfortable, as if it has been a long time since I have indulged like this.

Qin Ran lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and the words Father Su said flashed through her mind.

He clicked his tongue lightly, and the pain in his heart slowly dissipated, and soon swept through his whole body, the pain was so painful that he could even breathe.

His fingertips were turning white, and the hand holding the quilt was shaking all the time.

It was hard to fall asleep, and I had countless dreams in a daze. Those dreams were fragmented, like fragments of memories, scattered back and forth in my mind, lingering.

No matter what kind of dream it was, in the end it turned into the back of Su Ziqian who was drifting away, and turned into a nightmare that poached his heart.

Qin Ran gasped and sat up, feeling that she couldn't sleep anymore.

He was drenched all over, and even the ends of his hair were stained with moisture. He frowned, got up and walked into the bathroom.

He simply took a shower, changed into clean clothes and came out.

Qin Ran pushed away the studio.

Spreading out a piece of paper on the drawing board, I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to draw.

It seems... It's been a long time since I drew.

Qin Ran closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them, there was a magnified face in front of him, which startled him.

Tsk softly: "When did you come in, why is there no sound?"

"I knocked on the door because you were too focused." Su Ziqian glanced at his drawing board and found that there was nothing on it. He couldn't help being surprised: "What are you thinking about? You're so preoccupied."

"It's nothing, go and sit over there." Qin Ran raised his chin and pointed to the seat directly in front of him.

Su Ziqian turned around and took a look, then walked over obediently: "Do you want me to be your model? Come on then, my brother is so handsome, he will definitely inspire you."

Qin Ran was amused, raised her eyes and laughed: "Shut up, sit down, don't move around."

Su Ziqian opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but met Qin Ran's dark eyes, but didn't say anything, just found a posture that he thought was handsome, and sat down.

In fact, he is really handsome, so handsome that Qin Ran lost his eyes several times, and when the brush fell down, he still felt unreal.

The studio was very quiet, only the sound of the breathing of the two of them, intertwined, the wind outside the window occasionally blowing in, and the raised gauze curtain made the picture more lively.

When Qin Ran was painting, he was very serious, so serious that even his eyes were stubborn.

Su Ziqian's eyes fell on his face, and he was a little stunned for a moment: "It's so pretty, his little fan."

Feeling emotional, I remembered, last night's absurdity, that bone-biting taste, so beautiful that people are about to fly, I really want to taste it again.

Su Ziqian was frightened by his own thoughts, and his face turned pale.

Why did he have this kind of thought? It was because he drank too much wine yesterday, and why today.

Before he could figure it out, Qin Ran had already stood up: "Okay, you can move now."

He glanced at the painting on the drawing board, frowned slightly, not sure whether he was satisfied or not.

Su Ziqian was afraid that he would be dissatisfied, so he destroyed the painting, and hurried over: "Show me."

With just one glance, he was stunned: "I...I used to be so handsome."

"Shameless." Qin Ran clicked his tongue lightly, ignored the painting, turned and left the studio.

Originally, I thought Su Ziqian would come out soon, but I didn't expect him to stay in the studio for a long time before coming out.

Qin Ran also thought that he was narcissistic. He was fascinated by his own paintings, so he didn't ask any more questions. He raised his head and asked, "You don't plan to go back."

"Why go back, your place is so wide, isn't there a place for brother to sleep?"

Besides, they have already slept, so why don't they be so raw.

Qin Ran thought of something, pursed his lips, and stopped talking.

As time passed by, Qin Ran finished swiping her phone and felt a little hungry. She planned to go to the kitchen to make something to eat.

As soon as he got up, Su Ziqian grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"Cooking, what do you want to eat?" Qin Ran asked casually.

Su Ziqian exerted a slight force on his hands, and Qin Ran was pulled to sit on the sofa by him, and was about to ask.

I heard Su Ziqian say: "Wait, bro, do it."

"Uh..." Qin Ran was in a daze. What's wrong with this man...?

Since he was willing to do it, Qin Ran had no reason to stop him, so he let him go.

I thought it would be wild, and I would ask this and that, but I didn't expect it to be quite quiet.

Qin Ran sneaked over to take a look, and found that Su Ziqian could find everything in the kitchen accurately.

This made his eyes darken.

Su Ziqian didn't know why he was so familiar with Qin Ran's kitchen, as if he had lived here.

But he didn't think about anything else. When he turned around and saw Qin Ran, he couldn't help asking, "Little fan, have I been to your house?"

"It's not just that I've been here." Qin Ran said something specious.

Turned around and left.

He poured a glass of ice water, drank it casually, his eyes were secretive, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, the food was served on the table, with all the colors and aromas, no different from the scenes in the days when they lived together.

Qin Ran took the chopsticks and sat down, thinking to herself, just take it as a thought for herself, let's have a good time for the remaining few months!