The president called me my wife after losing his memory

Zhao Ying returned to the house and called Chen Ge. He first consulted about how to deal with his hand being pinched by the door, and then twitched.

"Gezi~"

He yelled at first, and then felt that it was not respectful enough, so he changed his address again:

"Brother Chen~"

He also felt that it was a bit earthy, not fashionable enough, and not worthy of Chen Ge's status as a famous doctor of the generation.

At the end, he cleared his throat and called coquettishly:

"Uncle Chen~"

Chen Ge was drinking water at this time, and when he heard his cute Uncle Chen, he immediately sprayed out a sip of water, splashing on the face of Xi Jianan who was sitting opposite, he quickly took out a tissue to wipe the little ghost's head, and while wiping he roared:

"Zhao Ying! Don't be like this! My partner is younger than you, and he doesn't even call me uncle, so just leave. Unless you call me dad, I won't be happy if you call me any other name."

Zhao Ying answered in his heart, but because he asked others, he patiently told Chen Ge about what happened last night:

"Aren't you on good terms with Uncle Ji? Can you...help me persuade him?"

Who would have thought that after Chen Ge finished speaking, he only said two words:

"Deserved!"

He clicked his lips:

"If you want me to tell you, you asked for it yourself. Who told you to be mean? If you kneel down in front of Ji Li and slap yourself a few times, he may not be able to talk to you."

"Then what should I do? Doctor Chen, can I still be saved?"

Zhao Ying held his breath, waiting for Chen Ge's answer, but a young voice came from the microphone.

"It's hopeless, let's find a place to fend for ourselves." Xi Jianan said coldly, "Brother Zhao Ying, I hope you can digest your problems by yourself and don't disturb other people's dates."

After that, he hung up the phone.

Gan!

Zhao Ying gritted his teeth, and silently cursed Xi Jianan for not lifting tonight, then put the phone aside to deal with the pinched hand.

He rinsed his red and swollen fingers with cold water, gradually became sober, and instantly had an idea.

After simply applying some medicine, he came to the study, took out the pen and paper, and wrote down everything he wanted to say with one stroke with his intact left hand.

Zhao Ying was used to using his left hand when he was a child, but he just asked his mother to give it to him. He didn't write with his left hand for so many years, and he was not used to it. Fortunately, he still has the foundation. The beautiful writing on the right hand can at least be recognized.

It took more than an hour to write a letter, Zhao Ying stuffed the letter into the crack of the door, knocked lightly on the door of Ji Li's house, then hid behind the door and waited for Ji Li to take the letter away.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing coming from the next door, Zhao Ying felt relieved and went back to the house, feeling inspired to continue writing the second letter.

From ancient times to the present, when literati, poets and writers created classic works, most of them were accompanied by unsatisfactory official careers and depression. It seems that inspiration is always accompanied by pain.Zhao Ying's inspiration today was like a fountain, and he couldn't restrain himself from gushing out. In a day's work, he finished writing a letter.

Stretching his waist, he stuffed the last letter into the crack of the door, knocked on the door lightly, and then hid.

Soon, Ji Li opened the door, bent down, and picked up the envelope on the ground.

The door next door was still open, and Zhao Ying poked out half of his head from behind the door, blinking and blinking at him.

"Uncle Ji..."

He let out a soft cry, and when he didn't know what to say, his stomach spoke for him first.

"Guru Guru~"

His stomach growled loudly, and Zhao Ying said embarrassedly:

"I haven't eaten all day."

"Then you should eat."

Ji Li rolled her eyes, determined to avoid his coquetry and cuteness.

"But you are still angry, I feel that I am not worthy of eating, so I just starve to death!"

Zhao Ying looked at Ji Li pitifully, hoping to awaken his compassion.

"Then you will starve to death!"

Saying that, Ji Li entered the room without looking back, and closed the door, leaving only Zhao Ying standing there alone, with a particularly depressed back.

When Ji Li closed the door, Abeka happily greeted him, and then went to the place where the dog food was kept in the house, circling around, frantically hinting at Ji Li.

"Okay, I see, it's time for you to eat."

He stroked Abeka's head, and poured a large bowl full of dog food into Abeka's special dog bowl.Abeka ate deliciously, but he couldn't help but think of the "big golden retriever" next door.

On the table, letter papers were spread out one by one, all of which were written crookedly by Zhao Ying with his left hand, maybe because he felt that words could not express clearly, not only the words, but also the painting style is not very beautiful Small people, one of the small people is kneeling, as if raising his hand to smack his own mouth.

Ji Li sighed, and opened the last letter again. It is estimated that Zhao Ying's inspiration has been exhausted. This letter is very short, and there is only one sentence on it——

"I'll hug you, with your pain."

Zhao Ying was wrapped in a quilt on the bed, intending to rely on sleep to survive hunger, but after a while, he heard a clear knock on the door.

He cheered up all of a sudden, opened the door, and saw outside the door, all the letters he sent were returned, and they were packed in a small transparent plastic box. Not only that, there was also a piece of bread in the box, which was his favorite. Cheese taste.

"Uncle Ji..."

He sniffled and looked next door, the door was still tightly closed.

Back in the house, he opened the box and sorted out his letters while biting the bread.

There are 23 letters in total, and it seems that one is missing.

The next day, it was another working day when men were silent and women cried.

As soon as Ji Li opened the door, she saw Zhao Ying standing at the door holding his injured hand.

"Uncle Ji, good morning."

His smile is so bright, there is not a trace of haze on his face.Joyfully leaning towards Ji Li's side, as if what happened the day before yesterday had never happened, when Ji Li took a step, he followed, just like Ji Li's little tail.

"Why are you following me?"

Ji Li frowned, it was rare for him to wear a light-colored suit today, which made him look a few years younger, and the perfect curves of his body could not help but arouse people's infinite fantasies.

"I like you so I follow you."

The corner of Zhao Ying's mouth curled up, and after receiving Ji Li's blank stare, he stuck out his tongue playfully and changed his mouth:

"Uncle Ji, to tell you the truth, my driver's license has been suspended for six months, and I can't drive for six months. So..."

"So?" Hearing something in his words, Ji Li raised his eyebrows: "You don't want me to send you to work, do you? Don't even think about it, what's the matter with me if your driver's license is deducted? I didn't cause you to be arrested." Buckle."

"It was you who caused me to be detained!" Zhao Ying quickly replied: "I was stopped because I was chasing you, and it was because of you that I was caught. You have to take responsibility for it. "

This man was really annoying, I couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard I tried, so I followed him downstairs, followed him into the parking lot, and got into his co-pilot in no time.

"Don't you have an assistant?! Don't you have a driver at home? President Wenli doesn't have several drivers at home? What about yours?!"

Ji Li looked at his face full of smiles but somewhat haggard, as if his fist had hit cotton.

"Uncle Ji, if you don't drive, you will be late." Zhao Ying consciously fastened his seat belt, ignoring Ji Li's complaints.

Ji Li, who was treated as a free driver all morning, was not in a good mood until Liu Ting pushed the door in and said someone was looking for him.

It's Wei Qingcheng.

A man who has not been found out for a long time and is very likely to have been forgotten.

Since returning from that business trip, Ji Li handed over Wei Qingcheng's affairs to Liu Ting to follow up, thanks to the fact that Wei Qingcheng owed him money, otherwise he would have forgotten about this person.

Wei Qingcheng has just finished handling his mother's funeral, and has a funeral expense in his hand; his younger brother has been admitted to an ideal university, has a national student loan, and usually does odd jobs, so he can earn some pocket money, so he doesn't care about it anymore. The money is gone; my younger sister is taking the senior high school entrance examination this year, and Wei Qingcheng wants her to go to high school by his side. My younger sister is so smart, she can definitely change her fate with knowledge.The situation at home eased a little, and he resigned from his original job.

As Ji Li once said, he finally ushered in a bit of respite.

Although there is still a long way to go.

Ji Li looked at Wei Qingcheng, he was obviously more energetic than when we met last time, his face seemed to be rounder than before, the shirt on his body was clearly ironed carefully, he looked unaccustomed to wearing it, his eyes were dark, Tiliu Tiliu rolled her eyes, wanting to look at Ji Li, but as if embarrassed, she only glanced at him before lowering her head again.

In order to hide his nervousness, he put his hand into his old cloth bag and took out an envelope, and handed it to Ji Li respectfully with both hands: "Mr. Ji, this is part of the money to pay you back. Keep it……"

"Yeah." Ji Li nodded, and briefly asked about his recent situation.

When Ji Li and Wei Qingcheng came out, Zhao Ying was sitting at the door.

Seeing him, Ji Li immediately changed his face, and the smile on his face disappeared like a magic trick.

"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

Zhao Ying didn't answer, but looked at Wei Qingcheng with his eyes, and asked him: "Who is this? It's not because of him that you..." broke up with me, right?

"No." Didn't he know why they broke up?What are you crazy about here?Ji Li patted Wei Qingcheng lightly, his tone was very gentle, and he was completely different from Zhao Ying: "You don't need to talk to him, and be careful on the way back."

Wei Qingcheng nodded, looked back at Zhao Ying, looked at Ji Li shyly, and waved his hand at him. He looked cute and cute like a harmless little white rabbit, forming the same shape as the fierce Zhao Ying. In stark contrast, "Mr. Ji, goodbye."

He can really meet Ji Li again. Seeing the recruitment information released by Ji Li's company, he immediately submitted his resume. The interview will be the day after tomorrow. Mr. Ji will be shocked when he finds out.

Wei Qingcheng thought.