On this day, for Xiong Jiandong and Hou Yiying, on the surface, they seemed to be in high spirits and visited the famous attractions in Paris, accompanied by Chen Hongjuan's enthusiasm. In fact, they each had their own feelings in their hearts.
Secretly planning.
According to Xiong Jiandong's thoughts, he was particularly eager to talk to Chen Hongjuan alone and tell her all the bizarre experiences that had happened to him in the past few months.
But at the end of the day, Xiong Jiandong never found any chance.
Because Hou Yiying not only stayed with Chen Hongjuan, but the two of them could also leave him aside and whisper from time to time.
It wasn't until dark that the three of them returned to the Alfred Hotel and went to the restaurant.
It was already past six o'clock in the evening.
After finding a seat, Hou Yiying and Chen Hongjuan went to the bathroom. Xiong Jiandong asked the waiter for a menu, lowered his head, and studied what to eat later.
"Nian Ping, the two of us can just sit here!"
Xiong Jiandong heard that it was a woman from China speaking, and her voice seemed familiar.
He quickly raised his head and saw the figures of a man and a woman passing by from behind.
The man was obviously lame in one leg and was holding a delicate wooden cane in his hand.
They sat on a seat not far from Xiong Jiandong.
"The Alfred Hotel that Sister Li booked is really good!" the woman said excitedly, "The hotel actually knew that we were in Paris for our honeymoon and it was our first day as newlyweds, so they gave it to us specially.
In room 307, a flower basket with blessings was sent. This must have been arranged by Sister Li Li!"
"Yes, as soon as I got off the plane, I could feel the romantic feelings of Paris!" The man said, "I just thought about it, and our Walter Hotel should also create this kind of alternative and distinctive style in Shenzhen."
"Nian Ping, we are here for our honeymoon. You are not allowed to worry about the company during this time," the woman said with a slightly reproachful but affectionate tone. "In the past few months, you have been
We have put a lot of effort into the Vought Group."
"Isn't it supposed to be like this, Shengmei!" The man said gratefully, "You know, I am a person who has completely lost my memory. I can't even figure out who I am, but I was taken in by the Walter Group and entrusted with important tasks.
Now that I have married such a beautiful wife like you and spent my honeymoon in Paris, there is really no way I can repay you."
"My dear, it's all Shengmei's fault for making you sad again, Nianping!"
The woman became sad, grabbed the man's hand, and put it on her face.
"It's nothing, Shengmei!" the man comforted, "We have been on a flight for more than ten hours from Shenzhen, so we should hurry up and arrange food now."
He called a waiter over.
Although Xiong Jiandong could not see the faces of the man and woman, he had already concluded from the Chinese conversation between the two that the newlyweds who came from Shenzhen to Paris for their honeymoon were An Shengmei!
But this man, why was he affectionately called Nianping by An Shengmei, and why was he limping with one left leg and saying that he had completely lost his memory?
Xiong Jiandong's head was constantly churning with various frightening thoughts.
Just as he was thinking nervously about how he should go to say hello and then have a detailed conversation, he saw Chen Hongjuan and Hou Yiying leaving the bathroom and walking over.
The two of them walked past An Shengmei's seat. When they heard that the man was discussing with An Shengmei what they should eat, Chen Hongjuan, who was walking in front, immediately stopped.
Chen Hongjuan was seen staring blankly at the man, and shouted with a trembling voice: "Nian Ping!"
Hou Yiying was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and then as if he couldn't believe himself, he shouted: "Commissioner Hua!"
Xiong Jiandong understood everything.
As if he was pushed hard from behind, he stood up and walked over.
Xiong Jiandong saw the man in front of him. Although there were some deep scars on his cheeks, he was indeed the person he was before his rebirth: Hua Nianping!
"Have you known me a long time ago?" Hua Nianping said in surprise. "But who are you? I don't seem to know any of you!"
An Shengmei had already lost her beauty, and she never expected that she would accidentally bump into Hua Nianping's former acquaintance in Paris.
"This is my newlywed wife An Shengmei." Hua Nianping introduced, "The two of us just arrived in Paris an hour ago and stayed at the Alfred Hotel."
"You...you're married?"
Chen Hongjuan asked with a pale face.
"We came to Paris for our honeymoon." An Shengmei slowly regained her composure, "I'm sorry, my husband has amnesia. He will no longer have any memory of anything in the past, including his former friends and colleagues.
.”
"Please sit down, everyone. If it's convenient, can we have dinner together?" Hua Nianping said, "It's a pleasure to meet us Chinese in Paris!"
"Then let's not be polite," Hou Yiying suggested to Xiong Jiandong and Hou Yiying.
She said with a smile, "Although Commissioner Hua has lost his memory and can't even recognize us, I still have to congratulate them for catching up with them on their wedding in Paris."
Hou Yiying said and pulled Chen Hongjuan to sit down.
"Brother, don't stand still!" Hua Nianping stretched out his hand to greet Xiong Jiandong.
When he held hands with Xiong Jiandong, both of them suddenly felt a hot heat that instantly spread throughout their bodies, as if they were trying to glue each other together.
Hua Nianping asked Chen Hongjuan: "Girl, what kind of wine do you want to drink?"
"Red wine!" Chen Hongjuan stared at Hua Nianping and said sadly, "You just said that you don't remember who I am, so I might as well tell you that my name is Chen Hongjuan. The last time I drank was at the Hilton Hotel in the capital of China.
That night, I also drank red wine!”
Xiong Jiandong's expression suddenly became gloomy.
He very clearly remembered the careful decoration in Chen Hongjuan's room and the dinner she arranged the night before she was about to leave the capital and return to Tokyo, Japan.
But for Hua Nianping, who had completely lost his memory, Chen Hongjuan's painstaking reminders had no effect at this time.
However, An Shengmei clearly noticed Chen Hongjuan, and her eyes towards Hua Nianping seemed to be filled with something.
She became alert and restless.
"Miss Chen, I forgot to tell you," An Shengmei said to Chen Hongjuan, "Nian Ping has severe amnesia. Once he forces himself to recall the past, he will have a severe headache. The doctor has banned him from deliberately thinking about the past.
Recover your own memory."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hua!" Chen Hongjuan's tears of grievance burst into her eyes, "I don't dare to hope that Nian Ping can still remember everything in the past!"