She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

But I was willing to wait a little longer for Madam Zhang Si, so I nodded to the servant and said, "Okay, I'll wait for her here, and let Madam take her time and don't worry."

"It's cold in the car, Miss Meng, please go inside and wait. I'll pour you a cup of hot milk tea to warm you up." But the servant refused to leave and insisted on taking me inside.

In fact, I was reluctant to go in. Madam Zhang Si loved me very much and treated me well, but Mr. Zhang didn't like me. He had disliked me from the very beginning when he saw me. Later, when I met Madam Zhang Si on the road and she was comforting me, I even saw hostility in Mr. Zhang's eyes.

Although I don't know why he is so wary and hostile towards me, since I know that he doesn't welcome me, I won't take the initiative to go in front of him and cause trouble.

"It's okay, I'm not cold, it's not a problem." I declined with a smile.

"How can that be possible? Madam specifically told me to take good care of Miss Meng. Miss Meng, you can't stay here. You'd better come into the house with me, otherwise Madam will blame you." There was a bit of worry on the servant's face.

I understood that she was afraid of being held accountable by Madam Zhang Si, so I comforted her: "Don't worry, I will explain to Madam and will not embarrass you."

"But..." The servant's face became even more sad.

At this moment, a strong figure walked out from inside, with a look of surprise: "Sister Meng, you are here? Why don't you go in from the door? Come on, come in and play with me."

It was Zhang Tingyuan. He opened my car door, took my arm and led me into the Zhang family, and even led me to the warm room we had last time. "It's warm here, and there are delicious food and drinks. Sister Meng, come and sit inside."

I could refuse the servants but I couldn't refuse the enthusiastic Zhang Tingyuan. So, I sat in the warm room of Zhang's house, with a bowl of freshly brewed milk tea in front of me and Zhang Tingyuan with a silly smile on his face. I was a little dazed for a moment.

If Xiaoye is my little sun who always gives me strength, then Xiaoyuan is like a broad piece of land that makes me feel peaceful and safe, and allows me to relax and feel comfortable.

Just like the feeling that Madam Zhang Si gives me.

"Sister Meng, don't just look at me, try this authentic milk tea." Zhang Tingyuan smiled naively again, reminding me to drink the milk tea quickly.

"Okay." I lowered my head and took a sip of the hot milk tea, which tasted very mellow.

At this moment, a deep voice came from the door: "Xiaoyuan, are there any guests at home?"

The voice sounded familiar, and it instantly made my heart beat faster. My original worry came true: I ran into Mr. Zhang again.

"Yes, it's Sister Meng who's here to pick up Mom to go shopping." Zhang Tingyuan didn't notice the change in my expression at all, and smiled at Master Zhang who came in, "It's the Sister Meng you met last time."

I quickly stood up and politely called out, "Master Zhang."

Originally, I thought that Mr. Zhang would be disgusted when he saw me and would not be willing to stay here any longer. At most, he would just say hello and leave.

But I didn't expect that when he saw me, he actually came over and sat down in front of me, his eyes fell on my face: "Of course I remember Miss Meng, sit down."

I had just sat down on the chair when I heard him ask, "Miss Meng, you are not from Beijing or Hong Kong, right? Where is your hometown?"

I was even more surprised that he not only sat down, but also asked for my information.

What is he going to do?

Do you want to check my account?

But I still answered honestly: "Yes, I am not from Beijing or Hong Kong, my hometown is Bengcheng."

There is nothing I cannot say about these basic information. Perhaps, I don’t mind being checked by Mr. Zhang.

Master Zhang nodded and hummed. The servant brought him a bowl of hot milk tea and he lowered his head to drink it.

Seeing that he stopped asking, I also shut up. Zhang Tingyuan started to urge me again: "Sister Meng, stop talking and try the milk tea quickly. It won't be so fragrant when it gets cold."

"Okay." I also lowered my head and drank the milk tea.

This milk tea was brewed, and it was full of milky aroma, mellow and salty. I took a sip and gave a thumbs up to Zhang Tingyuan who was looking forward to it: "It tastes good."

"Yeah, I told you this is the authentic one." Zhang Tingyuan smiled proudly, his phoenix eyes slightly curved.

At this moment, Master Zhang suddenly spoke again: "Miss Meng has never lived in Beijing and Hong Kong before, right?"

This question was a bit sudden and strange, so I quickly put down the spoon and answered, "Yes."

"Oh? You lived in Beijing and Hong Kong before? How old were you? Do you still remember it?" My answer seemed to exceed Mr. Zhang's expectations. He showed a little surprise and asked several more questions.

This question is also very strange.

I lived in Beijing and Hong Kong during my college years. I was around 20 years old at that time. It hasn’t been a few years since then, and I don’t have amnesia, so how could I have no memory?

"Yes, I went to college in Beijing and Hong Kong and spent four years there." Although I was confused, I still answered honestly.

"Oh, so you also went to college in Beijing and Hong Kong." The surprise on Mr. Zhang's face faded, and then he asked, "What about before college? Do you have any memories of living in Beijing and Hong Kong? For example, when you were young, when you were three or four years old."

Most people can’t remember anything from when they were three or four years old, unless something profound happened to them.

I am no exception. My memories of when I was three or four years old have long become very vague. I only remember my grandmother taking me to pick up bottles and garbage everywhere, I remember the dog that bit me, and I remember those children who laughed at me for being a rag collector.

But these are all memories of Bengcheng. I had never been to Beijing or Hong Kong when I was young, and I have no memory of living here.

I shook my head.

Mr. Zhang seemed relieved and finally stopped asking questions.

"Dad, why do you keep asking Sister Meng about these things? Who can remember what happened when they were three or four years old? I just remember that I had a broken tooth at that time but still wanted to steal candy, and you beat me up. It hurt so much!" Zhang Tingyuan had been listening to what I was saying to Master Zhang, and couldn't help but interrupt.

"Isn't it for your own good that I beat you? You are the one who cries out in toothache every night, and you are the one who eats candy when the pain stops! You have no memory at all, and your dad didn't beat you lightly." Before Master Zhang could say anything, a gentle voice of rebuke came from the door.

As soon as I heard the voice, I perked up and looked up immediately.

I saw Mrs. Zhang Si, wearing a moon-white cheongsam and a purple shawl, standing there. She looked at me with a smile on her lips, gentle and kind: "Xu Xu, you're here."

She was so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off her. When I saw her, I felt so sweet that my heart was bubbling. I couldn't help but stand up and walk quickly to greet her: "Yes, I've been here for a while."

But I clearly felt a cold and wary gaze on my back.

It belongs to Mr. Zhang.