The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

The Chu Residence is very deserted on weekdays, and it will be a little more lively during the New Year and holidays.

After the Nanshan Hot Spring Hotel, Chu Rou's skin was destroyed all over her body, and the filming of the scene was completely impossible. She simply came back with Chu Qingrong, and now she is recuperating in the Chu residence.

When Chu Jing returned home, no one came out to greet him, and all the rooms on the second floor had their curtains drawn, making it gloomy and gloomy.

Straight into the living room from the door, Mrs. Chu, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, was a little embarrassed when she saw him: "Ah Jing, why didn't you say hello in advance when you came back?"

Chu Jing looked at her lightly, without saying a word of politeness: "Where are others?"

The man's eyes were very calm, and he looked at her as if he was looking at a stranger, since she entered Chu's house.

Like a block of ice that won't melt.

As the experience grows older, the sense of oppression becomes stronger.

Madam Chu didn't dare to look at him, she lowered her eyebrows and said, "Your father is upstairs."

Chu Jing passed by her and went straight up to the second floor.

He had just knocked on the door of the study, and the people inside seemed to know that he would come, and said in a voice.

The study room is well lit, with red nanmu bookshelves on three sides, the floor is radiant, and a pot of orchids is quietly placed on the desk.

Chu Qingrong sat behind the desk, hiding in half the shadow, with slightly drooping eyelids and a solemn expression.

Chu Jing didn't make excuses with him, and went straight to the point: "Why did you reject the holographic projection project?"

The two of them stood and sat, but their similar silhouettes exuded completely different auras. Chu Qingrong's face was more sleek and sophisticated, while Chu Jing's was sharper and sharper.

He looked at Chu Jing for a while, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up: "I thought you would never take the initiative to come to me. Do you know how your aunt is doing?"

Chu Jing was expressionless: "I'm not interested in knowing."

"She's been ruined all her life, and she won't be able to make movies anymore," Chu Qingrong's tone sank, hinting at resentment, "Now she washes her face with tears every day, shrinking in her room and not even daring to leave the door, Chu Jing, this It's all because of you! Are you saying you're still a thing?"

The man's figure was straight, and the light fell on his side, unable to dispel the slightest chill.

He showed a warm smile, and said softly: "When you and the woman downstairs drove my mother out of the house 20 years ago, you stopped being a human being. What does it matter how I behave?"

Chu Qingrong was choked up, and was so angry that he almost slapped the table and stood up and yelled at him.

"It's been so long, why are you still mentioning it? Huh?" Chu Qingrong pointed at his nose, "Now you are really promising, and you would rather torture your aunt like this for an outsider!"

He couldn't leave Chu Rou all the time, didn't have any regrets about his wife, and only wanted to bluff in front of his son, Chu Jing suddenly felt a little annoyed from the bottom of his heart.

He said indifferently: "I came home today to ask you about the project. Judging from the results, you are obviously old and confused. I don't think it's necessary to be named on the board of directors. Why don't you withdraw it? I'll turn around..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Qingrong interrupted forcefully: "You care so much about that Song, but do you know why he approached you?"

Seeing Chu Jing's frozen expression, Chu Qingrong raised his voice: "He just uses you as a tool to get close to the Chu family!"

He had been brewing this sentence for a long time, and finally spewed it out. He was still displeased. He approached Chu Jing step by step: "He is Lin Yi's son. I was Lin Yi's manager more than 20 years ago. Later, due to an accident, her legs Paralyzed, and then committed suicide at home, Song Zhixia is here for revenge!"

When he said the last sentence, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole face looked hideous and terrifying.

Touched by the truth that he had always wanted to investigate, Chu Jing's Adam's apple rolled down, and the three years from meeting Song Zhixia to being together flashed through his mind.

The most vivid memory is before Chu Qingrong's birthday party, Song Zhixia asked for everything from him that day, and rolled to him at night to act like a baby.

On the pretext of wanting to know where he was born, let him take him to a birthday party.

At that time, he thought that Song Zhixia liked him, and had feelings for him that he shouldn't have.

But it turned out to be...for revenge?

Chu Qingrong knew Chu Jing's temperament well. He was proud, conceited, and arrogant. He made such a fuss just to stimulate him.

Since he defends Song Zhixia so much, then he must let him see Song Zhixia's true face!

No man can bear the little lover playing himself like a monkey.

It's all like this, there is no way he will protect Song Zhixia anymore!

Chu Qingrong heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, Ruyi's calculation was well done, and when he raised his eyes, Chu Jing's eyes were like a knife that had just been sharpened, as if he wanted to scan him from beginning to end.

Subconsciously, Chu Qingrong felt a chill in his heart, and he said angrily: "Why, are you still awake at this time!"

Chu Jing couldn't see the slightest trace of anger: "Are you really related to Lin Yi's death?"

This question can be said to hit the nail on the head, and it can be said to grasp the core of the problem.

Chu Qingrong became even more angry: "They said she committed suicide. At that time, she had retired from the entertainment industry for many years. How could I have anything to do with her death?"

Chu Jing glanced across his face inch by inch, and being watched by those eyes seemed to be able to see into the depths of his soul.

Even the expression on Chu Jing's face could hardly hold back.

He even panicked, wondering if Chu Jing knew something.

He also has a strong sense of crisis. Could it be that Chu Jing doesn't care about being used as a tool of revenge?What kind of ecstasy soup did that surname Song pour into Chu Jing?

"You better be."

Chu Jing lightly dropped the four words, turned around and left without wanting to say more.

When she went downstairs, Mrs. Chu stood aside, wanting to say something, but stopped talking.

Passing the entrance, Chu Jing caught a glimpse of a few white flowers in a vase next to the shoe cabinet. He looked at it for a while, and then stretched out his hand to hold it up for inspection.

That is a gardenia.

He tilted his head, looked at Mrs. Chu, and said with a half-smile, "When will the family start to plant this kind of flowers?"

Chu Jing seldom talked to her, Madam Chu was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Xiao Huai likes this flower very much recently, and Auntie bought more when she was shopping. Do you have any questions?"

Chu Jing withdrew his hand: "No."

After coming out of the Chu residence, Chu Jing drove aimlessly on the street.

At first, he knew that Chu Qingrong's attitude towards Song Zhixia was abnormal, and his malice was inexplicable.

He thought about many reasons. Chu Qingrong might not like him raising a young lover, felt that he was not doing his job properly, or maybe he had some disputes with Song Zhixia before.

But he never expected that the deliberate approach to him might be Song Zhixia's goal.

Three years ago, when the secretary proposed to take care of him, Song Zhixia was very disgusted and even poured coffee, showing a strong temper.

Then he agreed suddenly.

Until now, that day vaguely appeared before Chu Jing's eyes.

Overcast and thunderous, it was not a good weather.

After finishing his day's work, Chu Jing drove home. It was already very late. There were sporadic lights on the side of the road, and the dark night penetrated the entire city little by little.

After parking the car in the garage, he took the elevator upstairs, and as soon as he reached the door of the house, he saw someone squatting beside him.

Three years ago, Song Zhixia was still a teenager. His brows and eyes were green, and his skin was so fair that water could be squeezed out.

Perhaps there was some drizzle when he came here, and the black hair and crow's eyelashes were like dense ink, and the moment he looked up, he was so beautiful that it was shocking.

Song Zhixia stood up slowly, quietly, with a dry voice: "Mr. Chu, do you still count what you said?"

At that time, Chu Jing felt that Song Zhixia was different from before.

It seemed that something warm and precious had suddenly gone away from him.

Chu Jing didn't think much about it, and refused coldly: "If you miss some opportunities, you will lose them."

He reached out to open the electronic lock, when a clean white hand stretched out from the side and rested on his wrist.

The temperature of that hand was slightly cold, soft as if boneless.

Chu Jing's eyes sank slightly, and he looked at him.

Song Zhixia slowly clenched his wrist, her light blue eyes were like shining gems, and she looked at him closely.

The muffled thunder outside the window was getting louder, the purple electricity was boiling, and the damp coolness poured in from the corridor window.

As it brushed past the young man, it brought a burst of light fragrance.

He glanced outside, his voice was very soft, like a cat: "It's raining, and it's not convenient for me to go back to the dormitory. Can you give me another chance?"

Desire is rekindled at this moment, with a huge momentum, overwhelming.

……

Chu Jing never investigated why Song Zhixia agreed to him in the first place.

It's not surprising that he majored in acting and paved the way for himself before graduation, Chu Jing has seen too many people like this.

In the past three years, Song Zhixia has been submissive to him and tolerated in every possible way, and he has gradually become accustomed to it.

There were many times when he thought that Song Zhixia had liked him.

Otherwise, how could a person be humbled to that extent?Otherwise, how could it be possible to pay so much attention to every detail?

It was only today that Chu Jing realized that he was very wrong.

There is no need to verify what Chu Qingrong said, the details of getting along with Song Zhixia in the past three years will emerge one by one like a chain.

I would like to listen to old songs from the past. This song appeared at Chu Qingrong's birthday party. He has shown interest in his family, especially Chu Qingrong and Chu Rou...

Chu Jing didn't notice these things, but at this moment, they reappeared suddenly and dealt a fatal blow.

From the beginning to the end, Song Zhixia regarded it as a complete transaction. He spent his time and energy in return for resources and more information he wanted from the Chu family.

How shrewd, a person like Song Zhixia was born to be an actor, and even Chu Jing himself was tricked into it.

The Maybach gallops down the street almost flying.

It was as if a fire was burning in his chest, and his internal organs felt like burning pain.

Chu Jing's eyes were filled with ice, and the veins in his hands that were gripping the steering wheel were clearly visible.

If Song Zhixia hadn't lost his memory, wouldn't it be like watching a joke when he looked at Chu Jing at this moment?

The monstrous rage burned all his reason, and when he came back to his senses, Chu Jing found that he had driven the car downstairs in Song Zhixia's community.

I want to question him, and I will never intervene in anything related to Song Zhixia from now on.

Chu Jing closed his eyes and tried his best to regain his sanity.

Song Zhixia who had just returned home took a short rest and took a shower.

He spared all his time tonight, just to find out about Lin Yi.

Song Zhixia searched the living room and the study in turn, and found a few pieces of letter paper in the bookcase at the bottom of the study.

The handwriting on it is beautiful, sorted according to time, and is carefully stored.

[ Xia Xia, hello.When you were born as a small lump, I was always worried that you would not grow up.Fortunately, you look good, are healthy, love to play basketball, and have many friends.You're leaving me for college soon, I wonder if you're ready?Don't be afraid, don't be at a loss, I will always be with you]

[When you are a teenager, you should do what you should do at this age, laugh, run, I heard that you are in love, which is very good, I don’t know what it would be like to be liked by our Xia Xia?I'm a little curious, but it's a pity that I can't go to see it in person. Also, you like the cherry blossom wine I made last time. This time I brewed two more pots. Let me know when you receive the courier]

[Recently, I can’t sleep well, and I would wake up suddenly when I woke up. I went to see the doctor, and he said there was nothing wrong, and prescribed me some sleeping pills. With you, Aunt Huang, accompanying me, you really don’t have to rush back for such a trivial matter .Your school recently held a New Year's Eve party. What programs have you prepared?Remember to add clothes when it’s cold, don’t catch cold]

……

Through the letter paper, she seems to be able to catch a glimpse of the gentle appearance of the letter writer. She is full of love for him and puts her emotions into words.

After three years, it is like a breeze blowing from the other end of time to this end.

Soft and gentle.

That is unreserved love, regardless of giving, this kind of feeling lasts forever, as if it wakes up from the paper and shines brightly again.

Song Zhixia sat on the ground and read each of them, the corners of his eyes couldn't stop being sore, holding the papers, he suddenly had a splitting headache.