I messed with my ex-husband after amnesia

"You stayed? Who stayed?" Chu Weilan looked at Fang Boyu and began to play dumb.

Fang Boyu followed him and pretended to be stupid: "I didn't stay, and I won't live with you." No wonder.

Chu Weilan: "That's right, we are still colleagues after all."

Fang Boyu: "For business."

Chu Weilan: "I'm behind the scenes, you're the front desk."

Fang Boyu: "I am a senior wage earner, and you are the big boss."

After finishing speaking, the two clinked glasses and said in unison: "Happy cooperation, let's make a fortune together!"

Cong Xu: "..."

Early in the morning, are you sick?

Don't go to work, right?Spend energy singing here?

Congxu shook his head silently, took a cup to drink milk tea, and ate with a dull head when the food was served, never talking nonsense to anyone on the table.

It doesn't matter who you are or what your heart is, it's a real marriage and a fake marriage.

After eating quickly, Cong Xu wiped his mouth and got up: "Eat, I'm leaving."

Chu Weilan looked at him: "In such a hurry?"

Standing by the table, Cong Xu smoothed and buttoned the cuffs that were rolled up during the meal just now: "Boss Chu, all senior wage earners are like this."

Fang Boyu also stood up.

Chu Weilan said conveniently, "Go, Fang Zai."

According to the usual habit, at this time, Fang Boyu would reach out to hold Chu Weilan's hand, and then kiss Chu Weilan face to face, officially starting the day's busy work with a warm sense of ritual.

But just now, the two of them had already clarified their relationship through singing. Shaking hands and kissing faces were not enough. Fang Boyu nodded and replied, "Okay, boss."

The eyes that looked at each other were sticky.

Cong Xu rolled his eyes in his heart and wished he could turn to the sky, turned around and left, Fang Boyu followed.

As soon as he left the restaurant, Fang Boyu immediately asked, "What's going on?"

Congxu: "I really, that is, have a meal with him, breakfast!"

Fang Boyu thought that Congxu still lived in the suburbs: "You live so far away, why did you come here early on purpose?"

It was only when Cong Xu remembered that Fang Boyu and the others didn't know about his move.

Fang Boyu was surprised: "Moved?"

Cong Xu: "Moved."

Fang Boyu: "Moved together?"

Cong Xu explained exhaustedly: "It just happens to be a building."

Fang Boyu raised his eyebrows at the word "coincidentally".

Cong Xu scratched Fang Boyu's face with the car keys if he was going to say more.Can you not think about it?

Fang Boyu stopped in time and stopped asking.

Fang Boyu called Congxu when he was picking up the car, and asked under the bright morning sun, "Relationships and feelings can't be terminated at the same time, can they?"

Cong Xu stood by the car door and turned his head.

Fang Boyu's tone of voice: "After Pei Yuan kicked me off, I hated him for more than half a year."

I hate nature because I have loved.

Fang Boyu said that there is no other meaning, it is just a coincidence that he met this morning, seeing Congxu and Lu Shenfei together, he was worried: "You still have to work together now, and live together again. Is it okay?"

Cong Xu smiled and asked, "What could it matter?"

Envy?Or rekindle old love?

Cong Xu smiled and shook his head.

Fang Boyu's experience: "People's feelings are very subtle. Sometimes what you say doesn't matter, and it's not a switch. It's over when you press the button."

Cong Xu also made an analogy: "Boys like Lego when they are young, and they often play with it when they are young. Later, when they grow up, they may still like it, but they don't play much."

It is true that feelings and relationships cannot be synchronized. After the relationship is over, the relationship may still exist, but a person is deeply affected by another thing in his life.

That is, time.

Time prolongs a person's life, and there are many stages in life. Not every stage will drink Coke and play Lego, nor will every stage pursue clarity and clarity.

Whether her ex-husband still has feelings for him after the divorce, and why he keeps his photo as the background picture, Cong Xu no longer wants to explore.

It's like he didn't recognize anyone after he found out about the divorce, what happened before.

Time is so tight and energy is so limited, it is better to throw away the details and focus on the present.

Cong Xu opened the car door, Fang Boyu shrugged helplessly: "I'd better see how to make Saturday available."

Lawyer Fang walked over from the front of the car with his briefcase in hand: "Congratulations, you have finally experienced the desperation of working people."

Cong Xu had already sat in the car, got out again, and stretched his neck to look at Fang Boyu: "Do you have any experience to impart?"

Fang Boyu walked to his A8 without looking back: "My experience, if there is a problem, go to the boss."

The boss is the busiest in the whole company, and he flew again that day.

Congxu was sitting behind his desk holding his mobile phone to look through his WeChat contacts, looking for someone who could help him find his Saturday. Zhou Zhu knocked on the door and came in while looking through: "Mr. Cong, are you looking for a housekeeper?"

Cong Xu looked at the door: "Boss Lu recommended his housekeeping to me."

Zhou Zhu: "Yes, one building, very convenient." The two jobs cost two cents, "Then I'll call the housekeeper and talk about it, and you may need to provide the gate code later."

Congxu directly reported the six-digit password: "Let auntie come over today, and clean up briefly first." It hasn't been tidied up in the past few days, it's messy enough.

Zhou Zhu was stunned for a moment.

Cong Xu is still trying to figure out how to get his Saturday back: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhu asked, "This is... the password for the eighth floor?"

Eighth floor?

Cong Xu: "I live on the eleventh floor."

After a while, I realized why Zhou Zhu asked such a question: His door password might be the same as that of Lu Shenfei's.

And those six-digit passwords are a few numbers that Congxu used frequently when he was a student, and the bank card passwords are all the same. Lu Shenfei, as an ex-husband who once shared life and passwords...

Cong Xu smiled and looked at the door, calmly: "I'm busy, I don't even bother to change."

Zhou Zhu winked at him, pretending that he didn't know anything.

Congxu decides to change the password on the door if he remembers this when he goes back, and forget it if he doesn’t remember it. Saturday is Saturday, his Saturday!

The result was: that week, Congxu didn't travel on business, and saturday was successfully vacated.

From the lively daytime to the dinner party, the outdoor shooting of the wedding took more than three hours.

Cong Xu was so busy that he changed into three sets of shirts.

Before the dinner, I finally sat down and took a breath.

At that time, the group had already moved to the hotel, Chu Weilan was resting in the upstairs room of the hotel, and Fang Boyu personally supervised the wedding company's theme decoration in the wedding banquet hall.

The best man group sat together and chatted nonsense. When they talked about Fang Boyu and Chu Weilan, someone said: "When I first met Boyu, he was still working for President Chu. In a blink of an eye, the wedding banquet was already held."

Someone laughed: "Brother Chu is the only one who is interesting. I introduced Fang Boyu's partner at the beginning, but it didn't work out, so I posted it myself."

A group of people laughed.

Talking about the wedding banquet again, he said that he was too willing to spend money, and the wedding company alone spent nearly a million dollars.

"rich!"

One of the men, who is also a lawyer, said: "Does a lawyer have a wide range of business? There are people who know people from all walks of life. You can't hire one or the other."

After chatting, everyone began to discuss whether Fang Boyu is rich or Chu Weilan is rich.

Cong Xu is paying attention to the background of the wedding company.

Fang Boyu took time to come over, not bothering to answer those noisy jokes asking him and Chu Weilan who had money, and stood with Congxu watching the set.

"It's so fucking expensive." Fang Boyu complained.

Cong Xu smiled: "It's only once in a lifetime, and it's not that I don't have money, so should I hate it?"

Fang Boyu felt that this was not contradictory at all: "It has to be done, no matter how much money is worth it, but it doesn't affect my dislike of expensive." Shrugged: "Is it true love?"

Cong Xu teased: "Now it's not 'boss and senior wage earners'?"

Fang Boyu said: "You and the person surnamed Lu are the senior wage earners and the boss."

Cong Xuyouyou reminded: "I am in the branch."

No one knows better than Fang Boyu himself what he does: "You only need to get the points." Get it, get it.

Just happened to be talking about Lucheng, Cong Xu remembered something, and took the opportunity to consult——

Before, he just wanted to clearly distinguish the property, but now it involves the payment of copyright fees and the opening of IP, and Congxu personally participates in projects, film and television production——

If Lu Cheng pays the copyright fee with the bank account, the money must be called to Jianhong first, and Jianhong will pay the tax after deducting the website share, and finally the money will go to Congxu, and the money in Congxu's hand must be invested again. Into the TV series.

It means that the funds have turned a circle and returned to the original point.

Fang Boyu said directly: "Sign a contract and use your copyright as an investment to hold shares."

After finishing speaking, he complained: "Okay, let's not talk about work today when I get married."

He approached Congxu again, and patted his shoulder: "How long have you been working, do you want to be so ambitious?"

Cong Xu's shoulder being patted, avoiding Fang Boyu's paw: "If you don't work, how can you have money to give you red envelopes?"

Fang Boyu smiled: "You amnesiac, you will become a living person."

Cong Xu looked at Fang Boyu: "You are also very different from what I remember before."

Fang Boyu used Congxu's words that day: "Is it time?"

Time rushes.

Later that whole night, Cong Xu never chatted even half a word of gossip with Fang Boyu.

The two newlyweds had a grand wedding, with many relatives and friends, and it was too late to toast.

It was only at this time that Cong Xu recalled why he was asked to be the best man, and why he had to make a six-member best man team.

There are more than 100 tables, more than half of them are men's tables, and there are many businessmen who love to drink. Fruit juice instead of wine?If it doesn't exist, just wait to have a drink in person. On the day of great joy, Mr. Chu and Mr. Fang can't help but give him this face.

Chu Weilan: Brothers of the groomsmen, brother depends on you!

Then hold Cong Xu alone.

Cong Xu pretends to be stupid: "Huh?"

Chu Weilan: "I lived to be almost 40, and my life was almost on the operating table. The only wedding in my life...Xu Shen..."

Cong Xu: If I knew it earlier, I would go on a business trip.

Chu Weilan was coaxing, but she didn't lie: "You promised me very readily." You can drink anyway.

Cong Xu: "The main reason is that I haven't had much drink recently, so I don't know my mind."

Chu Weilan put the red wine to be brought into his hand for the toast: "Be confident, your drinking capacity is also very uncertain."

Facts have proved that Cong Xu's drinking capacity is really good, plus the best man group has a total of six people, and Fang Boyu, who also has a good drinking capacity, is more than enough for seven people to toast a hundred or so tables.

The only bad thing was that among these guests, some of them drank too much. Seeing that the groomsmen were all able to drink, they came over excitedly with wine.

"Come on, come on, come on."

"Do you want to give me face? Is it a brother!?"

Congxu had to deal with the other groomsmen and reject them, and he couldn't turn his face, after all, this was a wedding banquet.

Later, the guests dispersed, everyone left, and the best men lay down.

Cong Xu was fine, not drunk, leaning back in the chair, staring lightly at the ceiling.

Chu Weilan and Fang Boyu came over and asked them how they were feeling and whether they wanted to stay in the hotel and stay overnight before leaving.

The other groomsmen stayed and left, and someone called for the chauffeur. Chu Weilan stretched out his hand and pressed on Congxu's shoulder. ,have to work tomorrow."

A best man's voice: "Sunday, do you want to fight like this?"

Another one: "Didn't we all talk about it when we were chatting just now? People in the entertainment, film and television industry, it's not bad for them to sleep well in their line of work."

Chu Weilan personally sent Congxu to the door to take a taxi.

In the near summer, the night wind is stained with heat.

Cong Xu stood on the side of the road and pulled his collar, wind is better than no wind, it can make people more sober.

Chu Weilan stared at the direction of the car, helping to see if there was a taxi, and Cong Xu stood quietly with his hands in his pockets.

Chu Weilan suddenly said: "You are a completely different person."

Ok?

Cong Xu looked up.

Chu Weilan also turned her head to look at him, her eyes were peaceful after going through a storm: "I've wanted to ask you for a long time. I've been so busy recently, busy working on projects, how do you feel?"

Cong Xu drank too much, he was a little sluggish, but his eyes were bright, and he looked quieter than usual.

He replied: "Very good."

Chu Weilan looked at him again: "You go back today, when you get home, feel it again by yourself."

Cong Xu: "Huh?"

Chu Weilan smiled: "Maybe I have a different mood."

After digesting these words, Congxu was worthy of being a writer who has insight into human nature and accumulated various life scenes. He took a breath towards the empty road and said calmly, "Do you feel lonely?"

Chu Weilan raised an eyebrow.

Cong Xu smiled and shrugged indifferently: "Alone, late at night, after drinking, going home alone, just after attending a wedding, and going to work tomorrow, everyone will be lonely."

But Cong Xu denied it again: "Not necessarily."

Chu Weilan: "?"

Congxu put his hands in his pockets, his expression was loose, his eyes were gentle, he looked into the distance, and fabricated the scene out of thin air: "If you go back, you pass a familiar place, such as a convenience store where you often buy things, even if you don't go in, just look at the brightly colored light, you will feel at ease."

Or when you meet a community gatekeeper you know and simply say hello; or you walk on the familiar path home, step by step, knowing in your heart that home is right in front of you.

Cong Xu took it easy: "A person's sense of belonging is ultimately given to him by himself."

Chu Weilan snorted, feeling that book writers are different, and their ability to understand life is better than that of a tender-faced uncle at his age.

Chu Weilan asked: "What if someone else gave it?" It gave me a sense of belonging and a sense of security.

Cong Xu shrugged: "That's good too." There are expectations on the way home, and there are people to accompany when I get home.

Chu Weilan said, "What you mentioned are all life scenes, whether there are work scenes."

Work... Cong Xu really doesn't have much experience.

Chu Weilan said in a word: "The sense of belonging in the work is probably to have someone to cooperate, someone to share, someone to help, and being able to integrate into that environment."

Cong Xu nodded: "That's right."

And the reason why Cong Xu didn't go on a business trip this time was because Lu Shenfei adjusted his itinerary and went for him.

Back at Yanghu Bay, the housekeeping aunt who came during the day cleaned everything inside and out very clean, and cooked a bowl of mung bean lily, which was placed on the restaurant table, with a piece of paper under the bowl, plain notes, plain Words:

Mr. Lu said that you will drink tonight, and Auntie will not do anything to hangover, so he cooked a bowl of mung bean lily.

Cong Xu put down the paper, picked up the bowl of mung bean lily, and handed it to his mouth. Before he drank, he thought of something, took out his phone from his pocket, and watched it while drinking by the edge of the table.

The news from two hours ago, because I was too busy, I didn't see it.

Lu Shenfei: Push if you can, don't drink too much.