Mrs. Amnesia: The CEO chased her thousands of times

At nearly eleven o'clock at night, He Jianyan was still in the office sorting out the consultation records during the day.

The cell phone placed on the table rang a notification tone, and that notification tone was set specifically for a certain person.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and it was a subtle smile with "confidence in mind".

"Dr. He, thank you for the audio. I'm in a good mood now. I believe I won't have insomnia tonight. (Smiley face, smiley face)"

He Jianyan did not immediately reply to Jiang Yuman's message, but put the phone aside and continued to do his own thing. About five minutes later, he picked up his phone and sent the "(Good night)" emoticon that comes with WeChat in the dialog box.

He knows how to grasp the rhythm very well. If he wants a woman to fall quickly, switching between hot and cold, near and far is the basic operation.

Jiang Yuman was lying flat on the bed with her eyes closed, and He Jianyan's bedtime meditation audio was playing on her phone on the pillow. A low, magnetic, slightly nasal sound flowed into her ears from the mobile phone.

She was captured by that gentle male voice. She couldn't get enough of it, and she even couldn't bear to fall asleep.

Beautiful things always make people feel happy. This happy mood prompted her to send the message to He Jianyan. Yes, she wanted to be close to him.

During the five minutes of sending messages to He Jianyan, she couldn't help but open her eyes and check WeChat several times. There was no movement on the other end. It wasn't until five minutes later that the other party replied to her with a "good night" expression.

She was both happy and disappointed.

She was happy that the other party responded to her, but disappointed that there was only one expression.

The psychiatric drugs took effect, and her head gradually became dizzy, and she became drowsy as she listened to He Jianyan's audio.

She woke up from a nightmare. Looking around the furnishings in the room, it took a while to confirm that this was his home. The phone was still ringing, and it was He Jianyan's voice. She set his bedtime meditation audio to a "single loop." Looking at the time, I saw that I had only slept for about 40 minutes.

She felt her mouth was dry, so she got up and went to the kitchen to drink half a glass of cold water. After returning to the bedroom, she turned off the bedside lamp, hugged the quilt tightly, and fell asleep again.

Downstairs from the apartment, a black Bentley was parked on the roadside. The man in a light gray sportswear put his hands in his pockets, pressed his buttocks on the hood of the car, slightly bent one long leg, and supported his body with the other long leg. Because there was no hairspray, the broken bangs lay softly covering the forehead, adding a bit of softness and sad beauty.

He raised his eyes and looked at the window facing the street on the 18th floor, his expression gloomy.

She refused to live in the villa, maybe because she hated him? Maybe she didn't want to see the traces of the two of them living together? This is the only reason he can think of. Comparing one's feelings with others, this is the only possibility.

Apart from meeting her twice the day she was released from prison, he had not seen Jiang Yuman again for more than half a month, and he had no excuse to call her.

He stared downstairs for a long time, until the light in the window went out, he turned around in despair, returned to the car, and drove towards his apartment.

Xia Anyu drank himself several glasses of red wine. In order to fall asleep, he had drunk himself before going to bed every night for more than a month, and then closed the curtains tightly. Then I sleep for a while and wake up for a while. It usually takes four or five o'clock in the morning for the brain to become really sleepy, and then I fall asleep again until noon, then I drag my heavy and tired body to get up and go to the company to work.

In the middle of the night, while half asleep, he saw Jiang Yuman sitting on her knees in a cold and damp room, crying bitterly.

"An Yu, don't you even want me?"

"Dad, I am really your daughter..."

"Why don't you want me or the baby..."

"Please don't hit me anymore...my baby is gone..."

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He woke up from the nightmare, gasping for air. Subconsciously, he went to get his cell phone to call Jiang Yuman and ask her if she was okay now.

The moment he pulled out the number and pressed the dial button, he remembered that he had been divorced from her for three years. He was no longer in a position to care about her, and how much she disliked him was already obvious the last time they met. .

A feeling of loss permeated the whole room. He kicked the air with his legs angrily, pulled the quilt and buried himself in it.

It's really going crazy!