Wang Yue'er smiled awkwardly at Duanmu Qi, why did this stinky Yi Yi say it so obviously.
"Don't worry, I just want to take good care of my health now. No matter what my relationship with Yue'er was in the past, from now on, I promise that I will only treat her as a friend, now and in the future!" Duanmu Qi said seriously.
"That's best!"
After saying that, Si Yi took Wang Yuer's hand and went downstairs.
After Si Yi and his wife left, Duanmu Qi discovered that there was actually dinner on the table. The food was still steaming. It must have been heated and left there for him to eat when he woke up.
The fear finally subsided with the advent of hunger.
Maybe, he shouldn't always keep away from everyone. At least, these two people shouldn't harm him.
Just like Si Yi said, if they wanted to harm him, he would never wake up after falling asleep. He had nothing and didn't even know who he was, so there was no need for them to harm him.
He sat silently at the table, holding his chopsticks tremblingly.
During this period of time, at Duanmu's house, which is what everyone calls his own house, he ate some food that he didn't like every day, and he couldn't remember the food that he liked, and he always described some weird dishes. His mother
Actually can't do it.
The dishes Duanmu cooked according to Duanmuqi's old taste made him nauseous, so much so that he, who was already emaciated, became thinner and thinner. He could not eat enough for a day, and sometimes he would vomit all the food if he tried hard.
I hope the meal tonight is not so hard to swallow.
He felt that in the past, he should have been a very picky eater and had very high requirements for food. For example, if the dishes did not look good or smell good, he would not even think about holding chopsticks.
He looked at the delicious and delicious dishes in front of him, and felt a rare desire to eat in his heart.
I always feel that the food in front of me is very friendly, as if he used to eat such exquisite food.
Tonight's dinner was made by the chef of the Si family, and was sent to Yiyuan in several portions. Both the color, aroma and taste were meticulous, otherwise, he would not have been hired as a chef by the Si family.
He took a small taste and was surprised that the taste of the food was so pleasant. This was the food he liked. Although he didn't like it very much, at least he could swallow it without feeling nauseous.
situation.
He began to doubt his identity more and more. Is he really the Duanmuqi that others said?
Why is there nothing he is used to in Duanmqi's house?
He ate all the food on the plate unexpectedly, and his stomach was unusually round and there was nothing unusual about it.
After eating, he began to look at the room Si Yi had arranged for him.
The master bedroom on the second floor is of course very large, luxuriously decorated and tastefully furnished. From the lamps to the curtains to the quilt he sleeps on, everything is so coordinated and the colors are well matched.
Living in this kind of room finally made his fearful heart feel at ease, as if he had lived in such a good house and such a beautiful room before.
Could it be that human vanity is at work, and that he, who has lost his memory, simply looks down on his parents' shabby house?
He didn't know either. His mind was still blank. He only remembered the crescent-shaped mark he dreamed about that day. Si Yi said it was a clothing brand, but what did it have to do with him?