Mrs. Amnesia: The CEO chased her thousands of times

After coming out of Huaxin Building, Xia Anyu drove back to the company. Today, he was absent from the group's quarterly meeting. At this meeting, he was quickly reading the meeting minutes and dozens of business reports sent by his assistant.

CEO's office.

Assistant Du Kang knocked on the door and came in to ask for instructions on work decisions. The man answered one by one and then focused his eyes on the computer again.

"Well, Mr. Xia, there is one more thing... Miss Yao called several times today and told me that I must let you find her."

Xia Anyu paused with his fingers and continued typing on the keyboard.

"Just say I'm working overtime tonight and don't have time." The voice was as cold as frost. Du Kang didn't dare to ask any more questions, fearing that the president would get angry the next second.

Du Kang silently exited the president's office and returned to his workstation.

A minute later, Xia Anyu's profile picture popped up on the internal communication tool.

"Order me some takeout."

Du Kang quickly replied: "What to eat?"

"casual."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Xia Anyu closed her computer, picked up her coat, and drove alone to a high-end club called "Charming".

The waiter in a black vest bowed slightly, guided him respectfully, and pressed the elevator button for him.

In the luxurious box called "Whispering by the River", several rich second-generation people and the accompanying girls were having a great time. When they saw Xia Anyu coming in, they all moved their buttocks and gave up their seats.

A group of handsome men and beautiful women were drinking, singing, and playing dice. They got excited and went upstairs to book a room.

Xia Anyu has been hanging out with this group of people for more than a month. In the company, he has to play the role of a cold and cold president. He must not make any mistakes or miss the mark.

Here, he is just an ordinary rich man who can vent his unhappiness as much as he wants without worrying about his image or what others think.

He felt very comfortable.

The most important thing is that here is the woman he "has a crush on".

Ai Li is Xia Anyu's "favorite" woman. Every time he checks in for a room, he only looks for her.

Xia Anyu pressed Ali against the wall and kissed her hard. He picked her up and threw her onto the soft bed.

"Let me take a good look at you." He reached out and pressed all the buttons on the bedside lights.

The alcohol was still taking effect, and the person in front of him was a little blurry in his eyes. It was this blur that made him feel as if he was seeing a familiar face.

"Xiaoyu..."

He murmured softly.

Ai Li only smiled and said nothing. It made no difference whether the escort girls like them were called Ai Ai, Xiao Yu, or Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li.

Xia Anyu's slender fingers caressed Ai Li's cheek, and the astigmatism on the retina gradually gathered, becoming clearer and more specific.

His face suddenly darkened and he took his hand back.

"You are not Xiaoyu..."

His body, which was hot just now, was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and his mind immediately sobered up.

"Aren't you going to do it tonight?" the girl asked with some disappointment.

"Ah."

Xia Anyu stood at the head of the bed, arranging her messy clothes and hair. He took out a wad of red bills from his wallet and placed it on the bedside table.

"I go first."

After saying that, he turned and left.

In the dark night, the black Bentley drove along Binjiang Road. The black river water was like a huge suction cup, sucking the man's heart into it.

Leaving the noisy crowd, Xia Anyu returned to the desolation and uneasiness.

The car stopped at the door of the 27th building in the villa complex in the south of the city.

He got out of the car, leaned against the car, and looked at the beautiful house in front of him.

There were still no lights on the house, and weeds had grown up in the yard again. He had only hired someone to clean the house inside and out a month ago.

This was his and Jiang Yuman's wedding room. According to the divorce agreement, this wedding room was left to her.

It seems that she still refuses to return to live here.

The air was slightly chilly, and so was his heart.

"Ding dong——" His personal mailbox rang, and an email logo popped up on the screen of his mobile phone.

His eyes suddenly brightened, and he couldn't wait to open the mailbox, but soon his eyes dimmed again.

The mysterious man L still didn't reply to his email.

After he received l's email, he struggled internally for many days, but finally couldn't stand it anymore and decided to find out the authenticity of the matter.

As a man, you must face things when you encounter them. There is no way out by avoiding problems - this is his consistent belief.

So he sent l an email every day, asking him for more details, or asking him to meet, but the other party seemed to disappear and never replied to him again.

He remembered Du Kang. A week ago, he secretly ordered Du Kang to investigate the source of l's email information.

The call is connected.

“Mr.

"I know, hang up."