Lose 100 million today

It was already dark when Xing Jue returned to the manor. Robots could be seen everywhere in the manor, but it still seemed quiet.

He walked inside with the notebook in hand, the corners of his lips pursed into a line, and he seemed unhappy.

"Hu Shuo."

"Sir?" Hu Shuo took two quick steps.

"Have you found out about the car accident?"

Hu Shuo: "The other party insisted that it was an accident. He didn't mean to go against the grain, but his son suddenly had a house in his name, worth more than three million."

Xing Jue's eyes narrowed slightly: "Have you found out how it came about?"

Hu Shuo: "It hasn't been found out yet, but I suspect that this matter has something to do with Lu Fengze."

Xingjue: "Why?"

Hu Shuo: "During the time you were in coma, he made a lot of little moves. The previous few times when you were in coma were almost exposed, and there were traces of his involvement, but there was no direct evidence."

"You were in a car accident this time, and the company reported that you lost your memory. You have to be careful when you go to the company tomorrow. People above may take the opportunity to pry."

Xing Jue nodded: "If it was Lu Fengze who did it, what grudge do I have against him? Why did he want to kill me?"

"..."

I really don’t know about this Hu Shuo.

He usually doesn't deal with Lu Fengze, but he has never heard of any dispute between Lu Fengze and his husband before.

Although sometimes there will be disagreements due to work reasons, but this will not make Lu Fengze take risks and commit murder, right?

Hu Shuo just had suspicions. Without evidence, he didn't dare to say it was Lu Fengze.

"Do you remember where this notebook came from?"

Hu Shuo had an innocent face: "How did I know? I suddenly saw this notebook in your hand for a while."

He has a very busy day, right?

Before Xing Jue's accident, he and Xing Jue rarely met except for meetings and important reports.

Now to keep it secret, he was forced to take over the job of assistant.

Xing Jue asked Hu Shuo to rest first, and he returned to the room with the notebook.

After coming out of the shower, Xing Jue took a notebook and looked through it.

What do these characters and letters mean?

And that pattern...

What does it represent?

Why does he have this notebook?

Xing Jue rubbed his brows and tried to remember, but his mind went blank.

He couldn't think of anything.

Clang——

Snapped--

The chair was kicked over by Xing Jue angrily, and his notebook fell to the ground.

Xing Jue's fingertips suddenly touched the cold object in his pocket. He took out the chip, and the impatience and violence on his face slowly turned into peace.

Xing Jue's fingertips brushed against the surface of the chip.

He just quietly looked at what the baby wrote... It should be nothing, right?

The baby is given to him, so he can look at it.

Xing Jue thought so, turned on his communicator, and put the chip on it.

The virtual screen immediately popped into the air.

[Please enter password]

Xingjue: "..."

The baby is actually encrypted?

Xing Jue wanted to know Chu Zheng's birthday, but he realized later that he didn't know her birthday.

Xing Jue searched for Chu Zheng's information on the Internet, but unfortunately there was nothing.

There's no name, no associated personal account, nothing.

In today's society, who can really leave no trace online?

Xing Jue felt that it wasn't that there were no traces of her, but that he just couldn't find them.

After all, she has that robot next to her...

Xing Jue looked at the 'Please enter password' pop-up box and slowly entered a few numbers for a while.

[wrong password]

Isn't it his birthday?

Xing Jue was about to give up. Just as he was about to turn off the virtual screen, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He entered his password again.

[]

[Correct password]

Xing Jue was stunned and watched the screen jump.

Xing Jue frowned slowly. He couldn't remember whose birthday it was, but it suddenly appeared in his mind...

Xing Jue suppressed his doubts and looked at the screen.

However, there is nothing on the screen and the content inside is empty.

"..."

She wrote nothing.

After confirming several times, Xing Jue turned off the screen in disappointment, but carefully put the chip away.

Xing Jue lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

That password she set...

Xing Jue sat up suddenly, pulled down his hair, clicked on the communication page, and called Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng took a while to answer.

It was very dark over there, and she didn't know where she was.

The girl was leaning against the chair, and the dim light seemed to soften her edges, making her less cold and hard.

Her eyes fell on him through the screen, as if she was sizing up something.

Xing Jue was only wearing pajamas at this time, with a wide open collar. No matter how you looked at it, he looked attractive.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Baby." Xingjue called her in a low voice: "...Why didn't you write anything?"

"What?"

"That chip..." Xing Jue quickly added: "I... I just want to see what you wrote."

"You can write it yourself."

"How is that the same?" Xing Jue frowned.

Chu Zheng was very quiet over there, and it took a while before her voice came through, still cold and indifferent: "As long as it's something you write down, I will help you complete it."

——As long as you write it on this piece of paper, I will help you realize it, no matter what it is.

Xing Jue was in a daze.

The words that flashed through his mind just now... were they also said by her?

Xingjue's lips parted: "Baby... I want to see you."

He suddenly missed her.

I want to hug her... I want to kiss her.

Chuzheng looked to the other side, as if someone was calling her. As she stood up, she said, "Something happened. I'll hang up."

The call was hung up unexpectedly, and Xing Jue stood there in shock, looking at the virtual screen that said 'call interrupted', and there was no movement for a long time.

Xing Jue didn't know how long he had been sitting there before he moved his stiff body and slowly lay down.

He lay down for a while and then pulled out Xingshuang's communication.

"Brother...what are you doing? You're up so late at night." Xing Shuang's sleepy voice came over: "You are harassing me."

"Whose birthday is this?"

"December 12th? Isn't this yours?" Xingshuang said speechlessly: "You don't even remember your own birthday... That's right, you have lost your memory."

"On my profile..."

"All the external information has been corrected." Xingshuang yawned repeatedly: "I'm so sleepy, let's talk about it tomorrow."

After saying this, Xingshuang hung up the communication.

Xingjue: "..."

Xing Jue checked with the housekeeper of the Xing family. Everyone in the Xing family knew about his situation, and the housekeeper sent a detailed information.

All remain unchanged.

The birthday above is indeed December 12, 2265.

Xing Jue pursed her lips and smiled, lying back on the bed again.

There was no tossing and turning this time, and he soon fell asleep.

Xing Jue has never had a dream since he woke up, but he didn't know why he had a dream today.

In the dream, he was wearing fluffy pajamas and being kissed by a girl in a dark room.

The face was unfamiliar, but he felt familiar at the same time.

"Well……"

Xing Jue felt more and more real, the dream gradually faded away, and he opened his eyes suddenly.