The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Chu Huai's expression became very playful. It was the first time he had heard such words from Chu Jing after so many years of confrontation.

He smiled: "Don't worry, I am such a kind person, how could I scare others?"

While talking, the sound of water gurgling in the kitchen stopped, and Song Zhixia came out with three plates of dumplings and put them on the dining table.

Chu Jing got up to help him, and brought out the other two dishes cooked in the kitchen.

When walking out, Song Zhixia lowered his voice and asked, "Did I meet your brother a lot?"

Chu Jing was silent for a while, and said stiffly, "Fortunately, you only met him once."

That being the case, Song Zhixia felt relieved.

Three plates of dumplings were served, as well as several plates of light side dishes. Song Zhixia bought instant food to save trouble.

In the hot air, the three sat at the dining table to eat.

After taking a bite of the dumplings, Chu Huai praised: "Zhixia, the dumplings you cook really taste like home."

Song Zhixia pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you."

Chu Jing said lightly, "I made it."

Chu Huai picked up a round and plump dumpling and put it in his mouth: "Oh, I didn't say that just now."

The air conditioner was making a humming sound, and there were ordinary home-cooked food on the marble table. The three of them were sitting together. They were not talkative people, and the other two would get angry from time to time.

The dumplings were almost finished, Chu Huai casually said: "Zhixia, do you remember the picture I drew last time?"

Song Zhixia paused with his chopsticks, and said nonchalantly, "It's been more than half a year, I don't have a deep impression, what's wrong?"

Chu Huai has a pair of beautifully shaped phoenix eyes with deep arcs. When looking at people with such a smile, although it is gentle, there is always a lingering sharpness.

"It's okay, I just thought that if you like it, I can give you one."

Chu Jing glanced at him: "You mean the painting where people are neither human nor ghost? It's the same as sending him or me, why don't you give it to me?"

Song Zhixia declined politely, "Drawing takes a lot of effort, so I think it's better to forget it."

Chu Huai just mentioned it casually, and he didn't insist on seeing it: "Then next time you see something you like more, tell me."

After eating the dumplings, Chu Huai was about to say goodbye, Song Zhixia sent him to the door to leave, Chu Huai smiled and waved at him: "Looking forward to our next meeting."

Song Zhixia said politely, "Goodbye."

The door gradually closed in front of the two of them, and when there was only the last crack left, a hand came in without warning.

Fortunately, Song Zhixia had quick eyes and hands, stopped and closed the door, and said, "Are you not injured?"

Chu Huai supported the door frame with one hand, as if he didn't care that his hand used for painting might be injured.

There was a smile on his face, the kind of smile that would make anyone feel uncomfortable when he saw it.

"The gift I gave you was chosen according to your wishes, and you will definitely like it."

Song Zhixia looked down at the hand caught between the door for a while, and then raised his head: "If you send gardenias in that way next time, I will tell your brother directly."

Chu Huai didn't feel very good to him, he was indescribably crazy, and he seemed to only care about what he liked.

Chu Jing's character is completely different from that of Chu Jing. If Chu Jing is like the alpha wolf in a pack of wolves, calm and composed, and is controlled by reason most of the time, then Chu Huai is more like a charging wolf with a strong purpose.

Putting the index finger and middle finger of Chu Huai's right hand together, he tapped lightly on his forehead. He didn't say anything, just smiled, and then left.

When Song Zhixia returned to the dining room, Chu Jing had already cleaned up the tables and wiped the tabletops neatly, and all the remaining dishes were put in the kitchen to be washed.

He whispered: "I didn't know that Chu Huai would come over, he has always been like this, don't mind."

Song Zhixia groaned softly, lost in thought, and opened the small gift box on the shelf.

Inside the black velvet gift box is a pure black fountain pen, thick and luxurious, with intricate patterns engraved on the body of the pen.

Chu Jing didn't look at what he sent, but asked naturally, "Shall I wash the dishes in the kitchen?"

Song Zhixia came back to his senses, he shook his head: "No, I can do it myself, thank you for the dumplings."

This kind of politeness and alienation seemed to be engraved in the bone marrow. No matter how close the two were, even if Chu Jing moved to his house, it would not be resolved.

Fortunately, Chu Jing was also mentally prepared, and he wisely said, "Then I'll go back first."

Walking to the door, he looked inside the door.

Song Zhixia has a thin body, clean eyes and beautiful eyes. He is concentrating on things and biting his lips habitually.

Chu Jing said softly, "Zhixia, good night."

Song Zhixia: "Goodbye."

Back at the opposite door, Chu Jing went to take a simple shower.

This house is a very common three-bedroom and two-living room, covering an area of ​​120 square meters, which is a bit small for Chu Jing who is used to living in villas.

Where there is no Song Zhixia, it is the same to him.

After taking a shower, Chu Jing used to check the news on his phone.

There are two unread: Song has transferred 2100 yuan to you, and remarks: medical expenses plus dumplings.

The second message came from Chu Huai, who had not been in touch all year round.

[Found a very interesting thing, Song Zhixia doesn't remember me, right? There was a car accident half a year ago, and he lost his memory]

Chu Jing's heart sank slightly. It's not like he couldn't see Chu Huai's temptation to Song Zhixia at the dinner table. Song Zhixia had already responded naturally, but he didn't expect him to be so sensitive.

As for the signing of the contract, it was successfully signed by the Chu family.

Even knowing that Lin Yi is inextricably linked to the Chu family, and even her death may have something to do with Chu Rou, this will strengthen Song Zhixia's determination to sign the Chu family.

He needs more information.

On the day of signing the contract, there were no clouds in the sky, and the sky was clear and bright, which was a rare good weather.

The person who came to meet her was the Artist Director of Chu Family, a woman with long wavy hair and a pure black professional dress, capable and elegant.

She first reached out to Song Zhixia and smiled: "Hi, I'm Hongcheng, you can call me Chengzi. I've seen your performance of "There's Never Ending Time", and your Mu Baiyun is portrayed very well."

Song Zhixia stretched out his hand and shook it back: "There is still a lot of room for improvement."

"I didn't expect Xiaoxia to be quite modest. She's already the male lead of Director Qin. It's not something you can do just by thinking about it." Hongye joked in a relaxed tone.

Chen Ye has been in contact with her before, and knows her better: "It's just luck, we know that Xia is more introverted, don't cue him."

Song Zhixia said calmly, "Yes, I'm shy."

Hong Ye couldn't help laughing, and began to talk to them about serious matters, and had discussed all the contents of the contract with Chen Ye before.

What was given to Song Zhixia was an A-level contract, which guarantees that there will be a star-studded work every year, and the endorsement is light and extravagant. The split ratio is 6:2:2, the artist gets [-]%, and the company and the agent each get [-]%.

This is a relatively fair contract. Unlike Zixing, Chu Entertainment is a real big company with standardized procedures and strong capital.

Finalize everything.

In the afternoon, the Chu family issued an official announcement: Welcome @宋智夏 to join our big family, a new start, a new starting point, and hand in hand in the future!

In addition to this official announcement, several other artists of the Chu family also reposted it one after another, adding traffic to Song Zhixia.

Xia Tian came here after hearing the news, beating gongs and drums one by one, making it as lively as New Year's Eve.

Many artists who have worked with Song Zhixia in the past sent messages, including Yan Yu, who only sent two words: Congratulations.

"Strange Night" in City A is in the final stage, and a finalization ceremony will be held in half a month.

Chen Ye had to plan for Song Zhixia's future work non-stop. After giving Song Zhixia a week's rest, he put the next resources in front of him for him to choose.

A top travel variety show, an urban idol emotional drama, and several movie appointments, all of which have been screened.

During this period of time, Song Zhixia's popularity was on the rise, driven by Chu's manipulation, she seemed to be on the rise.

Chu House, the airtight interior.

There was a strange smell in the room, a mixture of rot and sweetness, which made people sick.

Chu Rou was wrapped in a quilt, her hair was disheveled, her lips were dry and peeled, and there was no place to see her body under the quilt.

After the scab formed, it fell off again, and the scab formed again, bloody and bloody.

She didn't dare to take a bottle of the medicine that Chu Qingrong gave her, her nerves were already tense to the extreme.

The last time the hot spring used Chu Qingrong's name to lower her vigilance, she refused to believe even Chu Qingrong now.

The wound was repeatedly infected, causing a strong smell in her room, so Chu Rou sprayed a lot of perfume to cover it up.

She stayed in the room, looking through all the news about Song Zhixia she could find.

When she saw that he was getting better and better, she trembled uncontrollably, and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound from her throat - that was because she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Impossible, impossible."

She chanted repeatedly, raised her head abruptly, and looked through her long hair with distracted eyes, nailing it to the locker in front of the bed.

In the center of the locker, there is a shiny and dazzling trophy. The girl twirls on tiptoes, her hands are like orchids, and her figure is fixed into a statuette.

That is the highest honor in the domestic dance industry, the Lotus Award.

Even if she got this award, Chu Rou still couldn't forget that scene in her mind.

The girl is light and nimble, like riding a spirit deer, coming from the air, with lotuses growing at every step, and the corners of her skirt blooming into flowers with the rotation.

With her toes pointing to the ground, her hands stretched out to her sides like wings, she jumped high, forming a graceful word in the air, and made five consecutive turns after landing.

All the referees present were impressed by her dancing.

But that person is not Chu Rou.

It was impossible for Chu Rou to repeat nervously, because she caught a glimpse of another shadow through Song Zhixia's pure and vivid eyes.

That shadow is like a high mountain, which cannot be crossed. From the past to the present, it has always been her obstacle.

There was another voice in the body.

"Look, Lin Yi hates it so much. Even if she dies, her son will take the glory that belongs to her and walk on the highest stage."

"It's so ironic. Both mother and son signed to the same company, but you are no longer the princess that the Chu family holds in their hands."

"No, no." Chu Rou murmured, as if she could only read these two words, her lips were too dry and bleeding.

The bright red reflected in the corner of her mouth, coupled with her face, was a little scary.

"But what else can you do?" the voice continued. "You've become such a ghost that you can't do anything."

Chu Rou slowly reached out and grabbed her hair, showing a twisted and sickly smile.