Xia Shi immediately went downstairs, but found that the door of Lu Nanchen's room was closed and nothing unusual was found, and she didn't care.
He thought that after Lu Nan could not stay there, he left.
The next day.
Get up early in the summer and prepare breakfast.
She specially cooked a pot of carrot and millet porridge. She remembered that Lu Nanchen was picky about food and didn't like to eat carrots.
Xiao Jing inherited him, and there was a little carrot in the dish, and he didn't touch it.
Yun Ma was not awake at this time, so she kept some of it, and Xia Shi brought out the others.
Lu Nanchen washed up and came out.
He changed into a home clothes. When Xia Shi looked over, he found that there was a big wound on his forehead.
She instantly understood what was going on. The sound of yesterday must be because he hit his head.
Xia Shi pretended not to see it and said, "You can have breakfast."
"Yeah." Lu Nanchen walked over carefully.
It's not big, but there are furniture everywhere.
He was afraid that he would encounter the only piece of furniture in his home again, which would make Xia Shi angry.
Although Xia Shi wanted him to leave quickly, he was still embarrassed to watch him hit the wall: "Go to the left a little and you're about to hit the wall."
Lu Nanchen paused, his ears were as red as if he could drip bleeding.
He walked a few steps to the left, then quickly walked to the dining table, pulled open the chair and sat down, and completed the movement in one go.
"Thank you, I remember."
He is so easy to talk to, and Xia Shi hopes that he has not lost his memory.
This is not easy to bully him.
He scooped a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of him: "Give it."
"Thank you, I'll get up early in the morning and help you."
Last night, he was lying in a strange bed. He didn't sleep well and got up late.
Xia Shi was stunned again: "No, you can't see it, what can you help me?"
Lu Nanchen's throat tightened, and then softened his voice: "You can live with Yun Ma, Hui Dai Ring with you."
I'll support you...
I almost choked when I drank porridge in summer.
"I don't need it, I can support myself."
At this time, Lu Nanchen took out a gold card and handed it to Xia Shi.
Xia Shi was puzzled: "What are you doing?"
"Salary Card." Lu Nan opened his thin lips lightly.
This was what Xu Mu asked him to prepare before he came.
Although he lost his memory, he also knew in these days that he was the president of a multinational group and had a lot of savings over the years.
"I don't want it." Xia Shi didn't want to use his money.
Lu Nanchen put the card down: "You can not, but I can't refuse."
"Hurry up and eat, I'll write a song later." Xia Shi didn't pay attention to him anymore.
The golden card was placed on the dining table.
Lu Nanchen picked up the spoon and drank the porridge. After a mouthful of it, his eyebrows were tightly twisted.
"Hour......"
"What's the matter?" Xia Shi looked up impatiently.
"Can you do me a favor? I can't get used to carrots, can you pick them out for me?"
Amnesia is caused by amnesia, but the taste has not changed at all, and the habit of directing people to do things has not changed.
Xia Shi reached out to grab the bowl, picked it up casually, and handed it back.
"Okay, it's ready to eat."
Lu Nanchen scooped a spoonful again and put it in his mouth. After a while, he couldn't help asking:
"Isn't you finished picking it?"
"I've finished picking it, have you eaten it again? Maybe it's just one."
Xia Shi said that, and stood up: "I'm going to write a music. After you have enough, remember to wash the dishes. The dishwasher is ahead of you. You will be there in just two steps."
She really didn't treat Lu Nanchen as a blind man at all.
If it was Lu Nanchen who had lost his memory before he lost his memory, he would be disgraceful even if he had a little unsatisfactory meal.
But now, he finished drinking the porridge full of carrots pitifully, and then actually went to wash the dishes.
How could a man like him, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, wash dishes?
When Xia Shi returned to his room to write a song, Yun Ma went downstairs and saw that the kitchen was full of bubbles.