A man in a white bathrobe was looking at the red sun rising outside the window.
The straps of the bathrobe were loose, revealing the man's wheat-colored chest muscles, which were sexy and attractive. Looking down from the hard-lined chin, the man's thin lips were slightly pursed, his nose was straight, and his only pair of eyes looked tired.
Extremely red, bloodshot, and distressed.
He stayed up almost all night.
Xu Wanqing lost her memory!
For him, this was a huge blow!
Has she really lost her memory?
He had been thinking about this issue in the first half of the night. From the first time he saw her, he went through every look, every movement, and every subtle reaction in his mind.
After thinking about it, she always had a confused and impatient face, which was so cold that it made his brain hurt.
Later in the night, he changed his thinking direction.
What should he do if she really loses her memory?
She no longer recognizes him. He is a stranger to her. There is no hatred and resentment, but there is no subtle emotion either.
Although she had always been cold-faced towards him before, he could still feel that she still had him in her heart.
However, he still broke her heart after all.
Deep guilt and regret filled my entire heart.
In fact, it doesn't matter if she has no memory, she is like a blank piece of paper now. He must draw a colorful stroke in her life just like he did when he met her for the first time.
This time, the painting is of spring breeze and beauty, sweetness and happiness.
At dawn, he finally found the direction of his efforts, found a pen, and wrote down his plan in detail on paper bit by bit. As a business leader, he never fights uncertainties.
He got up, washed, and took care of his hair and body. After everything was done, he walked out of the hotel room steadily.
Before I even got down the stairs, I had already attracted the attention of a bunch of idiots.
"Wow, he's so handsome!" A waiter made a gesture of holding his cheek.
"Wow, is it a celebrity? Let me think about it..." Another one started to hit his head.
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Xiao Zhuoyan kept walking, his steps were still steady and strong, and his face was still handsome and vivid, as if he was in a deserted place.
When it was sunny in July, he suddenly stopped.
That boy who is leaning on the flower bed, dressed in black mourning clothes, and his face is as miserable as if he was attending a funeral... Who is that? (The above is Xiao Zhuoyan's personal imagination...)
Zou-ye-lei!
Damn it!
Is he a hunting dog?
Why is the nose so sharp?
The hands were clenched tightly into fists, and the smiling face that had been practicing so much in front of the mirror was instantly covered with a layer of frost!
You bastard, you still have such evil intentions! It’s really unreasonable!
He clenched his fists and walked over with a frown on his face.
In fact, he was not walking, but stepping. Every step made a snapping sound when he hit the ground. At this time, he especially wished that he was the mecha monster in the cartoon and could trample that guy into a pulp with just one kick.
!
However, although his movement was loud, Zou Yilei did not look back at all.
His entire attention was focused on Xu Wanqing's petite figure gradually disappearing!
She doesn't remember herself, so everything in the past, whether good or bad, has been wiped out. But, how is it possible? How could she forget all the things in the past?