Lovers torture themselves every day

The door was roughly opened, and Fu Siyuan left as if fleeing for his life, leaving the reddish-brown bedroom door dangling alone.

Ji Yan watched helplessly as his lover left at a speed of sprinting [-] meters, and couldn't help covering his eyes with his hands.

They have been married for two years, and both of them have a certain degree of understanding of their respective personalities. Fu Siyuan has a gloomy temperament. He looks scary when he has a cold face, but he is actually very good at taking care of others. It means, but after all, it is not as good as it is now.

So... How badly was Fu Siyuan's brain injured? !

The whole person is gone forever in the sand sculpture world.

What about the stable lover in the past?

Ji Yan shook his head regretfully, and yawned. He put on the blindfold and covered the soft quilt, and started the lunch break.

And the people in the other bedroom were far less calm than him.

The light gray decoration style gives this bedroom a simple atmosphere. There are not many items in it. There is a photo on the bedside table, and a table is placed on it, and only some personal items are scattered on it.

Fu Siyuan leaned his back against the door, his back felt firm and cold to the touch, he looked around the room for a few times, then slid down slowly, and only put his hands on his forehead.

The afternoon sun is the most pleasant, lightly shining in the room, but when it falls to Fu Siyuan's place, there is no temperature at all.

The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his knuckles were faintly white from the force, he was holding back something.

Fu Siyuan felt that he was crazy.

He has been in the cultivation world for decades, and has been alone since he was a teenager. He has never had a Taoist partner, and he never thought that the first time he was tempted would be someone else's Taoist partner.

He accidentally took possession of this body, and then even thought about it.

Those secret thoughts can fool no one.

His blood used to contain the blood of some monsters. Those most primitive desires and thoughts did not disappear because of the change of body, but were stained in the soul, accompanying him from one world to another.

Up to now, he can no longer lie to himself that it is the consciousness left by the original body.

That's his.

Those heartbeats, throbbing, unspeakable strong emotions are all his.

Fu Siyuan stood up and looked at the bedroom step by step.

He looked at the former owner with a scrutinizing gaze. There were pens on the table with patterns, and several folders were neatly arranged.

Fu Siyuan thought to himself: What kind of person is this original body?

His eyes scanned inch by inch, and finally settled on the drawer attached to the table.

Cool colors, a handle shining with metallic luster, everything in this room is very casual, except this drawer is equipped with a fingerprint lock.

Fu Siyuan has seen this before, it is very similar to the gate.

For some reason, he had a premonition that the things in this drawer were very important.

Fu Siyuan lowered his eyes and twisted the thumb and index finger of his right hand slightly.

The body of the original body is very good, there are no scars on the hands, and there is a thin layer of calluses on the pads of the fingers. It seems that they have lived a good life before.

He paused, stretched out his index finger to cover it.

A faint blue light flashed, Fu Siyuan's lips were drawn into a straight line, and he pulled hard with his left hand, and he pulled out the entire drawer.

There are some small items in it, other than that is a thick book.

It may have been many years, the paper is slightly yellow, and the cover is carefully wrapped with a layer of film, it can be seen that the original body cherishes it very much.

Fu Siyuan opened it slowly, and what surprised him was that it was the original diary.

[On March [-]th, I saw him. 】

[Encounter on campus, he is with friends]

Fu Siyuan frowned, he turned a few pages, they were all trivial matters.

These written things have no beginning or end, just a few sentences, some of which are not dated, more like essays.

And in every paragraph, there is a 'he'.

Fu Siyuan continued to turn backwards.

[I started to have some strange dreams again, which was very annoying.But I saw him today. 】

[Starting a business with friends, I hope everything goes well. 】

【Looking forward to seeing you】

Scattered and scattered, all are trivial matters in life, but "he" is always indispensable. This is written by Yuan Shen himself.

Fu Siyuan frowned fiercely, Yuan Shen locked the drawer alone, he always felt that there was something wrong with it.

Time passed bit by bit, and he turned to the last page unconsciously.

There are only a few words, and the handwriting is vigorous, perhaps with the emotions of the original body, which penetrates the back of the paper.

【He is single, I am hopeless. 】

Fu Siyuan paused, he knew what singleness was.

He turned over another page. He didn't know how long it had been, but there were only a few words.

[Ji Yan and I are together, starting a new life. 】

As if the freeze button had been pressed, he stared at the words in front of him.

In this diary, I write all the lovesickness, from campus to entrepreneurship for many years, every word contains unspeakable affection, and the most sincere thoughts are placed here.

This is the matter between the original body and 'him', and the affection between Zhi and his lips and teeth is safely and properly placed in the drawer, allowing the affection to ferment and see the light of day.

But in a thick diary, Ji Yan's name only appeared once, and it was only on the last page, to accompany the original body to start a new life.

Fu Siyuan only felt a wave of anger rising, spreading from his heart to all his limbs, like strong wine meeting a prairie fire, burning his whole heart and lungs with dull pain.

There is an unforgettable 'he' in his heart, and he seals up his affection and puts it by his side, and then stays with Ji Yan.

Fu Siyuan closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, his knuckles turned blue and white due to the force.

The curtains were heavy, the light came through the gaps, and there was a Tyndall phenomenon in the air.

The bed is soft, the room is quiet, and the eye mask emits a comfortable temperature, but the person on the bed is not sleeping soundly, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, and his thin lips are tightly pursed into a straight line, as if he has fallen into a nightmare.

Ji Yan woke up suddenly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and a slight sense of tightness from the shift of the blindfold he was wearing. He took off the blindfold with one hand, looked at the familiar bedroom and let out a breath slowly.

I had a dream when I was taking a nap just now, and I dreamed about the car accident again, and the big truck hit straight.

After encountering some accidents, it is not only the physical injury that is hurt, but the psychological trauma is often hidden more hidden.

Some people have fear of things that have hurt them, for example, "Once bitten by a snake, they are afraid of well ropes for ten years."

Ji Yan just returned to the scene of the car accident just in a dream, and now his heart is pounding after waking up.

He turned on his phone and checked the time, but he had only been lying down for 15 minutes.

Ji Yan pressed his forehead, got out of bed and went to Fu Siyuan's bedroom.

The door was tightly closed, and it was not clear whether the people inside were asleep or awake. Ji Yan pushed the door in without knocking, and was slightly surprised when he saw the scene inside: "Didn't you take a nap?"

He thought that Fu Siyuan would be lying on the bed now, but he was sitting on a chair with books and other things on the table.

Fu Siyuan scanned the diary in front of him viciously, closed it calmly, and then blocked it with his body: "I'm not sleepy."

Ji Yan didn't pay attention to Fu Siyuan's small movements.

He usually pays attention to personal space, and has no habit of asking about many things about his lover. Now he just glanced away and looked away, sitting on Fu Siyuan's bed and pressing the center of his eyebrows: "I didn't sleep well."

I didn't sleep well or get enough sleep, and I was sweating lightly.

Fu Siyuan's eyes were dark, he slowly got up and sat beside Ji Yan, the shadows of the two overlapped.

"Why didn't you sleep well?" Fu Siyuan asked.

Ji Yan looked sleepy, looking a little depressed: "I had a bad dream."

The truck hit him, and there was dazzling blood.

A car accident is bad enough, even a dream is a car accident.

It's just miserable.

He pressed Fu Siyuan's bed with his hands, and found that it was quite soft, so he lay down directly and said, "You sleep with me." The last time the two of them lay on the same bed was half a month ago.

After the words fell, Fu Siyuan was stunned.

By the way, the person in front of me has no memory now, so he is probably a little more familiar than the strangers on the street.

Thinking of this, Ji Yan felt a little helpless, and said to Fu Siyuan: "If you feel awkward, forget it, and I will do the same when I lie on your bed."

Fu Siyuan's voice was very low: "No."

Ji Yan blinked, a little dazed, nothing?

Fu Siyuan seemed to understand what he meant, and said seriously: "I don't feel awkward."

Xu was to prove this sentence, the next moment Fu Siyuan was also lying on the bed, with his hands hanging down on his sides, well-behaved and straight, as if he was going to a funeral.

Ji Yan: All right.

He was really sleepy, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a while.

Fu Siyuan looked at the person close at hand.

They were so close that he could see the fine hairs on Ji Yan's face.

His gaze scanned Ji Yan's face inch by inch, and he looked at the people beside him almost greedily.

The skin is very fair, but it is not the white of milk, but almost jade white, cold and indifferent, with long black eyelashes, the end of a pair of eyes is slightly raised, and then there is a straight nose bridge, and the lip color is very beautiful. Now Slightly sips.

Breathing is also even, very light, very light breath sound.

This person can easily make people think of the spiritual stone in the cultivation world, the well-known nobility.

Fu Siyuan stretched out his hand slowly, his fingertips slowly and gently touched Ji Yan's brow bone like a fallen leaf, and rubbed gently for a moment.

Then he withdrew his hand, as if grabbing something, and slowly clenched it tightly.

Original body.

Fu Siyuan mentally recited these two words, with a cold smile on his lips.

He will find a way to return to the realm of comprehension, and then re-condense a body.

He doesn't want this original body!

The next day.

Assistant Lishi looked at the person in front of her, and couldn't hide her excitement: "Mr. Ji, you are here."

Mr. Ji's car accident was known to everyone in the company. Everyone hoped that the two of them would be fine. According to the usual practice, those who are close to them should go to the hospital to see their superiors, but someone tentatively asked in the group which hospital they were in. , Mr. Ji's reply was very unified, 【Don't come. 】

Of course, the Chinese characters are extensive and profound, Mr. Ji did not type these two words simply and rudely, but the meanings of thousands of words are not much different.

Now half a month has passed, and this office has finally welcomed his owner again.

Ji Yan nodded: "Start working after being discharged from the hospital."

He was discharged from the hospital yesterday morning, rested at home for a whole day, and arrived at the office on time at [-] o'clock this morning.

Fu Siyuan said that the environment at home was good for him to recover his memory, so he stayed at home directly today, and said that watching some things would stimulate him to retrieve his lost memory.

During the half month he was hospitalized, he had a backlog of things, and many things were delayed, and now he has to speed up the progress.

Ji Yan looked at the information in his hand, and now a shopping wave is about to usher in. Their company has been looking forward to this shopping wave for a long time, and plans to take this opportunity to launch new products.

The birth of a new product is not an easy task. Regardless of the manpower and material resources of the R&D department, from proofing to listing, it must go through product testing, small sample sealing, packaging materials entering the factory, production, micro-inspection, coding, etc. Fortunately, the company has many years of experience and is familiar with these things.

Ji Yan knocked on the table and made regular soft noises: "Today, I will go to the factory as planned to check the quality inspection."

Originally, this matter should have been done earlier, but it was pushed back and forth.

The assistant nodded.

The live broadcast industry is a new industry, and Lili has become a live broadcast expert. She is the anchor of Anmei, and her usual job is to promote Anmei products.

At this moment, she was standing in front of the factory, with a smile on her face, she greeted the phone camera: [Hi everyone, keep your word, this time I brought you to the factory of 'Anmei'. 】

When the camera turns, the factory appears on the screen.

Lili smiled and said, "Babies who use Anmei should be very curious about how your skin care products are produced. Today, I will take you to visit our Anmei factory."

A series of bullet screens [Thank you Lili] [Lili yyds] drifted past.

Lili smiled and followed the staff to the factory.

As the camera moved, she introduced Anmei's products at an appropriate speed, and at the same time interacted with the staff on the side, winning everyone's love with witty and humorous words.

When a live broadcast ended, a bullet screen suddenly floated over: [Wait, I seemed to see a very good-looking person just now. 】

[I saw it too. 】

【See +1】

[It should be the staff, right? 】

【Lili, can you let us take a look. 】

Lili paused, and looked to the upper left corner of the screen, there was indeed someone entering the country.

Take a closer look, good guy, he is the president of the company, the boss of her boss.

Facing a crowd of passing requests, Lili sent a signal to the assistant beside her, asking her to ask her boss if she would like to leave the country.

Just say a few words if you want.

Ji Yan followed the quality inspection department to look inside the factory, and when he came out, he happened to meet the live broadcast, and the other party asked very politely if he would like to leave the country.

Ji Yan thought about it and agreed. Anmei's online channels are very popular now, and it will further cooperate with e-commerce in the future.

He walked in front of the camera and said, "Hi everyone, welcome to the Anmei factory."

The screen bullets flew around, all of them were licking faces.

【Good guy, is this skin the result of using Anmei?I want to buy a case! 】

Other barrages echoed.

Lili smiled and said, "May I ask if your skin is so good because you use Anmei?"

Ji Yandao: "Products are one aspect, but it is mainly about personal work and exercise."

[Hahahaha, so straightforward. 】

[Are you so upright? 】

Lili also smiled: "Then you must be very self-disciplined."

Ji Yan said: "No, I usually have an unhealthy schedule."

Lili paused, thinking that she was going to launch a product such as a beauty instrument, so she asked, "Then how do you have a good skin?"

Ji Yan paused for a moment and said, "Inherited."

The whole screen was silent for a second, and then it was full of heat.

[No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing. 】

[Hahaha, god damn heredity. 】

Lili looked at the people who had already left, and then at the 'hahaha' all over the screen, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She vowed never to leave the country with someone else randomly again.