The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Chen Ye had been asking Song Zhixia'er for more than a year, and he only missed going to the temple to burn incense and beg them to separate. Seeing Song Zhixia's enlightenment now, it is naturally a hundred things to his heart's content.

Song Zhixia has a house in City A that he bought himself. Chen Ye helped him choose it. It is very safe and the place is remote, so there is no need to worry about illegitimate fans.

He sent Song Zhixia the itinerary to prepare for the next day, gave a few instructions, and then left.

Song Zhixia's nest is very warmly decorated, the entrance is a spliced ​​shoe rack, the beige L-shaped sofa occupies half of the living room, the light blue curtains separate the balcony from the living room, and the red plum blossoms in the white porcelain vase are in full bloom on the table. Sheng, there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the room.

He changed his coat, opened the refrigerator to check the ingredients, hummed a song in a good mood, and started cooking.

On the other side, the situation was not friendly. Chu Jing drove back to the villa. He thought that he would be greeted with a heated house, hot food on the table, and the first time after deep reflection on himself. Time welcomes Song Zhixia.

But unexpectedly, when Chu Jing returned home, there was nothing.

The room was quiet and empty, very cold, and there was no sign of Song Zhixia in the kitchen.

It was almost only others who waited for Chu Jing. There had never been a precedent for Chu Jing to wait for others. He checked the time, suppressed his temper, went to the dining table to get a glass, and poured himself a glass of water.

He just took a sip after the water was poured, but he felt that the temperature was not right. The ice irritated his mouth, and Chu Jing spit it out.

He checked and found that the electrical appliances were not working. Song Zhixia still had the habit of turning off the water purifier before leaving home?

Chu Jing tugged at his neckline irritably, he felt it was a waste of time to delay for such a trivial matter.

He went to the kitchen to wash his hands, turned on the faucet, and the water was cold, but the gas water heater was not turned on.

According to common sense, such things as gas are necessities of life, and must be used for bathing and cooking, and it is impossible to pull the plug directly.

Things started to go wrong here, Chu Jing looked around and surveyed the entire kitchen.

His face suddenly darkened, and he went upstairs without saying a word. He opened the master bedroom wardrobe and found that it was empty.

When he gave the house to Song Zhixia before, he let him live here, and Song Zhixia was there every time he came, but he didn't expect him to be obedient and obedient?

If it was just displeasure to find out about this, then when he called Song Zhixia and found that the phone was turned off, Chu Jing's anger erupted like a fountain.

He called the secretary directly: "I want Song Zhixia's current address."

An hour later, Song Zhixia was washing dishes in the kitchen when she received the call.

He wiped his hands and answered the phone. It was the security guard at the gate: "Hello, Mr. Song, there is someone waiting for you at the gate, please come out."

At this time, someone is looking for him?And instead of coming to his house, he chose to wait at the door?

Song Zhixia was a little suspicious. After thinking about it, he probably understood who it was.

He didn't change his clothes, only a mask, a pair of cotton slippers, and a garbage bag when he went out.

After throwing out the garbage, Song Zhixia saw a car when he walked to the gate of the community.

An extended version of Rolls Royce was parked at the door, with smooth curves, attracting passers-by from time to time.

Song Zhixia went to the car and knocked on the rear window. The rear window was rolled down, revealing Chu Jing's sharp, unprovoked face.

Chu Jing said coldly, "Come up."

The winter wind was bleak, and Song Zhixia's broken hair was blown back, showing delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and the lower half of her face was covered by the mask.

Song Zhixia shook his head slightly: "You can just say what you want."

This attitude made Chu Jing's face even colder. He tilted his head and stared at Song Zhixia for a while, his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Why didn't you come back when I told you to go home?"

Song Zhixia's voice was still very gentle: "Because I'm sick."

Chu Jing sneered and said, "I think you are very lively."

Song Zhixia didn't bother to retort: ​​"If you have nothing to do, I'll jump back."

After he finished speaking, he really turned his head and left. After walking a few steps, there was a knock on the door behind him. Chu Jing strode out of the car and grabbed Song Zhixia's arm.

He was the one who did the wrong thing, how dare he show his face?

Chu Jing was very strong, and his voice increased: "Song Zhixia! You are capable now—"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled like that, like pulling a paper man, Song Zhixia fell lightly to one side, out of inertia, Chu Jing quickly helped him, and he fell limply into his arms .

Song Zhixia pressed his forehead against Chu Jing's chest, and calmly stated, "I'm sick because you locked me up."

When Chu Jing touched his hand, it was as cold as snow. For some reason, his original anger was like a punctured ball, dissipating a lot at once.

"I'll lock you up if you don't do anything wrong?" Chu Jing asked back, he helped him, and said in disgust, "Stand by yourself."

Song Zhixia stood firm and didn't speak. A gust of wind blew by, and there was a muffled coughing sound from behind the mask.

Chu Jing said speechlessly, "Is your body made of paper?"

Song Zhixia didn't speak, but pulled on his mask, his voice hoarse.

The next moment, the man took off his coat and put it on Song Zhixia's body. The coat was still warm and dyed with a light fragrance. The loose coat draped over him made him look extraordinarily thin.

He said: "Lead the way to your house."

Entering Song Zhixia's house, Chu Jing glanced around and didn't say anything.

After changing his shoes and coat, Chu Jing sat on the sofa as a matter of course, and waited for Song Zhixia to make him coffee with a very familiar posture, as if this was his own home.

Just came back from the hospital, Song Zhixia was really not feeling well right now, but he still made a cup of coffee for Chu Jing, and then sat down on the cushion beside the tea table.

The air was very quiet for a while, this kind of silence often appeared between the two of them, usually Chu Jing was working, and Song Zhixia was waiting for him, occasionally doing his own things.

Chu Jing took a sip of the hot coffee, barely pulling back his impression of Song Zhixia's negative score.

"I'm resting here tonight, go and get ready for me."

Song Zhixia adjusted his mood in a short time: "Okay."

Chu Jing inadvertently noticed the art painting hanging in the living room. It was a dandelion. Under the pure black background, the spherical dandelion had a hole missing, and the dandelion fluttered and flew around as if someone had blown it.

"You bought this painting?" Chu Jing asked casually.

Song Zhixia looked back: "It was drawn by my mother."

Chu Jing stood up from the sofa. He was tall, and the living room was not big, so his body looked slender and straight. He put down the coffee cup, bent over and met Song Zhixia's eyes: "When you came out of Chu's house this morning, Have you seen my family?"

Family members, in this context, it is easy to think that Chu Jing is still thinking about the thing that Song Zhixia stayed with Chu Huai who can paint yesterday.

Extending the application, it means whether Song Zhixia has seen Chu Huai this morning.

Song Zhixia's eyes were clear and open: "No."

"Oh," unexpectedly, Chu Jing casually fiddled with the coffee cup, chuckled, "Okay."

Song Zhixia didn't know why, subconsciously felt a little uneasy.

The coffee in the coffee cup turned from warm to cold, and a small vortex was stirred by the silver spoon, and the room became silent.

With a light ding, Chu Jing put down the spoon, put his hands on the coffee table, and just looked down at him from top to bottom: "Song Zhixia, do you know what Xiao thinks about what you shouldn't think about?"

His heart reverberated like a ball hitting the ground. Song Zhixia's expression froze a little, and he almost suspected that he could see through everything. In the next second, he raised his eyes politely: "For example?"

With such a short distance, the two looked at each other, calm and quiet, but they couldn't detect each other's thoughts.

"For example," Chu Jing's Adam's apple rolled slightly, he put his fingers on Song Zhixia's lips, and hooked his lower lip in an unclear way, "You better not have it."

Under the backlight, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but that smile was obviously without warmth.

Suddenly, Song Zhixia's back was covered in cold sweat.

After going through all the details of the conversation just now, Song Zhixia took a magnifying glass to see what went wrong.

In the end, it went back to the sentence that Chu Jing asked at the beginning, have you met my family?

Since the two were talking about painting at the beginning, and when the female fortune teller left a deep impression on Song Zhixia and was punished because of Chu Huai, when he heard this question again, he preconceived that it was of course asking Chu Huai.

But Chu Jing had more than one family member, besides Chu Huai——and Chu's father, he was deliberately blurring the words.

And Song Zhixia did have a relationship with Chu Qingrong in the morning.

Although he had been taught many times before, Song Zhixia still found that Chu Jing's insight was terrifyingly strong.

Whether or not he saw Father Chu in the morning and the current conversation doesn't mean anything. Chu Jing must have known something to warn him like this.

What did he know, in other words, how much did Chu Jing know?

Song Zhixia turned his head slightly, and brushed his soft and bright red lips against his fingertips. He picked up the cup of coffee and, as Chu Jing's face, slowly dumped it into the trash can.

The room is so quiet that a needle can be heard. Outside the window, the night is silent, and the thick clouds hide all the stars. In addition to the endless cold wind in the winter night, even the dawn becomes long and unbearable.

"You don't have to test me," Song Zhixia looked at him quietly, his blue eyes were like the deep sea, and the light softened his facial features, from long eyelashes, straight nose, all the way to thin lips, exquisite and picturesque, "It wasn't you who forced me to follow you together?"

He said softly: "In my heart, you have never surpassed Yan Yu."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Jing's eyes suddenly changed, as if the wild wolf who always put on human skin and was good at disguising showed the most real and fierce side.

He suddenly remembered three years ago, since he first met Song Zhixia and fell in love at first sight, when his career had just started to improve, it was the busiest time, and Chu Jing chose the most direct way to achieve his goal.

He asked his secretary to ask Song Zhixia out, treating it as a business deal, but he didn't expect the secretary to come back soon, with clothes soaked in coffee stains.

Facing Chu Jing's ugly face, the secretary murmured, "Song Zhixia doesn't know what to do. Not only did he refuse, but he also said..."

She didn't dare to say anything later.

When she finished talking about the packaging of the maintenance process, the self-respecting teenager was so angry that his eyes were red. He picked up the coffee and poured it on her, saying every word: "Go back and tell that piece of garbage behind you, I have a boyfriend, Garbage is not worthy of being compared to my boyfriend, even if I am blind, I will not even look at him!"

You will never be as good as Yan Yu.

At different times, in different scenes, two similar sentences overlapped, as if a great bell was ringing, breaking the string called reason.

Chu Jing folded his cuffs in half, took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, opened the curtains, and walked to the balcony. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there were thousands of lights, and the light scattered in the dark night, dotted with stars.

When a cigarette was burned to the end, he turned back and squatted in front of Song Zhixia. The balcony window was open, and the cold wind came in, blowing up the curtains.

Chu Jing said softly, "Say it again?"

Song Zhixia looked at him and smiled slightly: "It's the same if you say it ten thousand times, you can't compare to..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Jing suddenly reached out, grabbed his hair from the back of his head, forced him to look up, and kissed him fiercely and savagely.

It wasn't a kiss, it was a bite. The smell of blood continued to spread between the two of them, but Chu Jing, like a beast that had tasted blood for the first time, was still not satisfied, and kissed deeper and harder.

With a sound of Sla, he directly tore Song Zhixia's clothes.

The carpet was a mess, and the cold wind blew away the excess heat.

From the beginning to the end, Song Zhixia didn't even snort, the rug was deformed by grasping with her long and thin hands, and even the bones and joints were bluish white.

The author has something to say: First of all, let me declare that this article does not use the label of plundering, otherwise Chu Zhen is so scumbag that he will be angry and angry