Double Lover [Entertainment]

"Wait until you come home at night."

Jiang Cha kissed her earlobe and said softly, "I'll teach you when I get home."

Given reluctantly left the door.

Jiang Cha leaned against the door, watched her back for a while, and saw her leave the lawn and get into the car.Apart from filming a few commercial endorsements recently, she has been quite free. Some time ago, Yang Yan took a bunch of books for her to choose from. Ginger Tea rummaged through them, including palace dramas and soap operas.

But she still felt unsatisfied.

Jiang Cha doesn't have a particularly big concept of money, she doesn't have high material needs, and she still doesn't know how to spend the money she earns from filming.Now, I only plan to follow my own preferences and act whatever I like.

Although Given went to work, he sent frequent messages, one sentence at a time.

She pretended that Jiang Cha didn't look at her phone, and kept withdrawing it after posting it.

- "Have you had breakfast?"

withdraw.

-"what are you doing?"

withdraw.

- "I'll be back at noon."

After posting this sentence, I finally did not withdraw it, and waited quietly.Jiang Cha bent down on the sofa laughing, and after a while, she replied, "Okay."

Given then repeated the previous inquiry: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Cha originally wanted to get back to her and was waiting for you, but then deleted it and sent another sentence: "Going out with friends."

She wanted to see Givenchy's reaction.

Givenchy was really in a hurry.

- "With whom."

Ginger tea didn't respond.

- "Do I know you?"

Still no reply.

- "Where did you go to play?"

Jiang Cha hummed twice, seeing that she was in a hurry.

Given sent another series of babbles, before Jiang Cha could see clearly, she withdrew it again.

Love really makes people want to make progress.

Jiang Cha sighed, then sat up abruptly, like a kitten who just entered a new home, planning to wander around.

Given's bedroom is very tidy, but the study is not the same.

There are a lot of documents in it, and they are very important. On weekdays, the servants are not allowed to go in casually. When Givenchy gets busy, he puts away the things after use. There is a pile of documents and books on the desk, which are kept in a very original state.

The position by the window is her office desk, a thin and narrow strip is next to the wall, looking to the right, you can see the endless, sparkling lake, as quiet as if you are not in the secular world.

She helped her organize the books piled on the table, and was startled suddenly, seeing a few white papers stacked on top of each other.

She opened it to look, and was stunned for a moment.

Waste manuscript of suicide note.

Given wrote many sheets, the handwriting is clear and meaningful, but he always fails to write in the middle, and the handwriting is blurred and messy.Given explained in the last sentence that she is blind and can only write based on impressions. If her handwriting is ugly, it doesn't mean she doesn't care.

It turned out that in addition to the will, she also wrote a suicide note.

Why didn't you send it out?

Looking at those words, Jiang Cha's nose turned sour, and his eyes turned red.

She collected a few scraps of manuscripts and put them away carefully.

It was still early, and Jiang Cha went out.

"Memory should be restored as soon as possible."

The doctor said: "There were indeed patients who recovered on their own within a week, but that was a minority. The recovery time can be as short as a week or as long as half a year."

City Hospital, Brain Surgery Office.

Jiang Cha nodded, trying her best to look calm, but her lowered eyes still showed worry.She couldn't help but continued to ask: "Could it be that she can't recover all the time?"

The doctor raised his eyes and glanced out of the cold lens: "It's possible."

Jiang Cha's heart was suffocated, as if a pot of cold water had been poured on his head in the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, his whole body was icy cold.

Has not recovered?

Then, what is the difference between the former her and her death.

Jiang Cha felt unspeakably suffocated and uncomfortable.

The doctor scratched his gray temples with his index finger, frowned and said, "It's not a big deal. There were patients before. Because of the memory loss for too long, the personality formed after the memory loss was completely opposite to the one before the memory loss. After the memory recovered, the two personalities There is no way to fuse, forming two different personalities."

He frowned, and said lightly: "Split personality, you know."

"Split personality?"

Jiang Cha's heart tightened, worry flashed across her dark eyes, and she said softly, "No way? It's only been about a month since she lost her memory."

The doctor couldn't help but smiled: "I'm just giving an example. In short, try to recover as soon as possible, and bring her to familiarize herself with the past. You can tell her what she has forgotten, and you don't need to hide anything."

Ginger Tea nodded.

Don't hide anything.

The doctor prescribed some auxiliary medicines, and Jiang Cha took the medicine with the order, paid the money, and walked out of the crowded hospital hall.

She checked the time, it was nine ten in the morning.

There is still some time until lunch.

the other side.

Given a cup of wolfberry tea, he turned on the computer and got ready for work.

At this moment, QQ jumped a few times.

Given opened it, glanced at it, and found that the list was very strange, and only then remembered that Jiang Cha had used her computer——

The one automatically logged in was Jiang Cha's account.

The flickering and bouncing avatar, click on it, and the note is: "Director Song".

One look at the profile picture and you know it's a woman.

Well.

director and actors.

Given propped his chin, struggling for a moment, not so clear to see a bit of unusual ambiguity in it, she clicked on the chat box, wanting to take a sneak peek and find out the enemy's situation, but the message in the chat box was very concise.

- "Xiao Jiang, I'm sending you the footage of the shooting."

- "Pay attention to receiving."

Ginger Tea hasn't replied yet.

Given first opened it to look at it.

The files take up a lot of memory, and they seem to be some interesting collections that were cut out during filming.

This crew is really hardworking.

Seeing that the director didn't say anything else, as if he was plotting something else, Given was gradually relieved.

There wasn't much to do in the morning, so Given watched Jiang Cha's filming tidbits for a while.

Quite interesting.

The more she watched, the more she felt that Jiang Cha was cute. Sometimes, she would smear some dust on her fair face, stare blankly at the camera, and then laugh out loud. There were also a few scenes where Jiang Cha had tears in her eyes and a painful expression. , Tears fell down.

The progress bar has gone half way without knowing it.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank sharply.

Click to pause and play again.

It's a blast shot.

There is a figure, passing by in a flash, so familiar.

In the camera, waves of air billowed, and countless hustle and bustle rushed over. Jiang Cha couldn't help backing away from the shock in his clothes, and there was almost nowhere to escape.At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over fiercely, hugged her tightly, wrapped her head around her, and let her lean against her chest.

Amidst the sound of bombing, countless gravels splashed up, and Jiang Cha trembled in the rain, with his eyes tightly closed, and was hugged hard.

The water in Givenchy's pupils flashed past, and the pupils shrank.

She stared hard at the screen.

The man's pale face was startlingly red.

blood.

Drop by drop of blood fell down, and then up, the woman holding her had messy long hair, slightly wet from the rain, and there was a blood hole in the corner of her forehead, and the blood snaked down, drop by drop hitting the mud.

The broken masonry was about to hit Jiang Cha, but she blocked it.

That person had a face exactly like his own.

Given closed his eyes and frowned in pain, countless chaotic memory fragments flew by like meteors, as if they were suddenly spliced ​​together, and he could see clearly between cause and effect.

All of a sudden, it was quiet, the eyes were bright and focused, and the breathing became smoother.

Given went home at noon.

She hung up her bag and looked around for Jiang Cha, but she didn't find anyone, but the housekeeper, Uncle Liu, came out.

"President Ji."

"Have you seen ginger tea?"

Uncle Liu brewed a cup of spring tea for her and said, "Miss Jiang went out this morning."

Given frowned, just as he was about to speak, there was a sound at the door, and a figure flashed out of the entrance.

Ginger tea is back.

She was wearing a moon-white dress with thin shoulder straps and a tulle skirt that happened to be on the top of her thighs. She had a soft waist and long hair that flowed smoothly on her shaved shoulders. With a hint of hot crimson.

Jiang Cha looked at her and smiled slightly.

Her moth eyebrows are so long and gentle, her soft lips are like cinnabar, and her facial features are soft and quiet, like a fine brushwork drawn stroke by stroke, elegant and gentle, faintly smudged on the plain silk.

She raised her right hand hidden in the entrance: "I bought you a pet."

A little bird stood on Su Bai's hand.

She felt sorry for raising the rabbit given by Givenchy to death, so she bought a parrot in the morning.Large parrots have a long lifespan. I watched a documentary once, saying that the parrot raised by Churchill lived for more than 100 years. The owner passed away. It is still alive, but its hair is sparse.

"A gray parrot."

Ginger Tea explained: "It's very smart, has a long lifespan, and is easy to raise."

The African gray parrot is gray all over, with white circles around the eyes, short tail and red tail feathers, standing there is a bit ghostly.

She transferred the gray parrot to Givenchy's hand. The bird was very obedient and not afraid of life, so she stepped on the back of her white hand with her small paws and stood up lively.

The stature is slightly smaller than that of a pigeon, and it is a little heavy, which belongs to a large parrot.The gray parrot tilted its head and looked at her curiously. After a while, it suddenly began to nod in rhythm, and called happily:

"Baby!"

Still a mellow Beijing accent.

The parrot shook its head and sang: "I miss you!"

Ginger tea: "..."

The shopkeeper told her that the bird likes beautiful women, and when it sees a beautiful girl, it calls her baby.Ginger Tea was molested by it when it first entered the store, and now it's Givenchy's turn.

The parrot rubbed against her chin lightly.

The warm and soft touch, the fluffy feathers, and the wet eyes are extremely attached.

Given didn't know why, her vision was blurred for a moment, she smiled slightly, and scratched its head with her index finger: "You taught it?"

"No." Jiang Cha couldn't help laughing: "It knows these two sentences."

The parrot flapped its wings and flew to the lamp and stood there, chirping and singing for a while, and then fell silent.

Given hugged ginger tea tightly.

The light woody aroma is clear and spread far away, like cedar and agarwood, which is fascinating.Ginger tea was embraced by her, Given lowered his head, and pressed the tip of his ice-jade nose against her black hair, and kissed her lightly.

Jiang Cha didn't understand her sudden movement, so he raised his eyes and observed for a while.

Could it be that you are thinking about the promise in the morning?

possible.

She tentatively asked softly, "Otherwise, shall I teach you now?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2400:11:42~2020-06-2423:45:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmines: everyone has a name and I will take 2; nn, real notebook, tube, early anesthesia needle, professional passing 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 29 bottles of Lu Xinming; 1 bottle in the world;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!