After amnesia, the prospective ex-wife is a little wrong

As expected, Zhen Zhen had no objection to Lu Jiaren's request to live in his own house.

She even promised to spare a day to pick Lu Jiaren out of the hospital in person.

Fu Ruyi solemnly packed Lu Jiaren and stuffed it into the back seat of the car, and said with a bit of reassurance: "Get along well with Boss Zhen, and even if... you regain your memory in the future, you must remember this determination at this moment."

Lu Jiaren didn't care about her manager's worries at all. She focused all her attention on Zhen Zhen who was next to her.

Probably because she didn't have to go to the office today, she changed into a casual outfit, and her hair was also changed into a ponytail, hanging loosely behind her head. She wore a dark green shirt dress neatly, wrapped in a calfskin belt With a thin waist, the only thing Lu Jiaren regrets is that she didn't wear those glasses today.

After saying goodbye to her manager, she got into the car. The back seat of the car was very spacious, and there was still a faint scent in the air, like some kind of floral perfume. After a while, the scent was pushed away, and it was Zhen Zhen who sat down. beside her.

She was still holding a very mini laptop in her hand, and her slender, white fingers kept typing on the keyboard, looking very busy. Lu Jiaren glanced quietly and found that the screen was full of codes, flowing slowly like a waterfall of light with.

I heard that Zhen Zhen graduated from Caltech and was hailed by the media as the domestic leader in unmanned driving. The reputation is probably due to his continuous efforts over time?After watching for a while, Lu Jiaren began to feel a little bored, and the ticking keyboard sound in her ears seemed hypnotic. Before she knew it, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and gradually closed.

The fingers on the keyboard stopped the moment she leaned up.

Zhen Zhen turned her head and looked at the furry head that suddenly appeared on her shoulder. Lu Jiaren slept peacefully. Her gorgeous long curly hair was loose, making her face appear smaller. She had no makeup on, but her lips were Still rosy and shiny, it reminds me of the soft and delicate touch when the fingertips rest on it.

Breathing lightly, Zhen Zhen closed the computer in her hand, and slowly leaned her back into the seat, and the sleeping person followed suit, and rubbed her shoulders, continuing to sleep deeply past.

When Lu Jiaren woke up again, he found that the car had stopped at some point.The warm light of the setting sun outside the car window shone in, making her peach blossom eyes rippling, with a bit of sleepiness. There was something soft on her cheek, and she just moved to the side when she heard a familiar voice.

"You finally woke up."

Zhen Zhen looked down at the person who was moving on her shoulder, and reminded: "Can I get up?"

Hearing her voice, Lu Jiaren turned her head confusedly: "Ah, are you home?"

The word "home" made Zhen Zhen's eyes froze for a moment, and then she seemed to give a slight "hmm" and raised her hand to open the car door.

Because the two are very busy at work, this large flat-floor new house is located near the center of the city, where it is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. Through the 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the night view of the entire city.

The decoration style of the whole house is both modern and simple, with Nordic-style light tones, metal lamps, several coffee machines on the marble table, and a treadmill in the open area leading to the balcony.Zhen Zhen took out a pair of white slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them at Lu Jiaren's feet first.

"This is what you...have worn before. Auntie took it to clean it." She explained proactively, "No one else uses it."

Judging by her attitude, she should have been a picky person before.Lu Jiaren put on her slippers and began to look at the surrounding environment with some novelty. The house was very clean, and there were several books on the side table beside the sofa, all of which were complex words in English and French. Xueba this fact.

At this time, Zhen Zhen also changed her slippers and came over. Seeing her standing in the living room in a daze, she pointed to the left side of the corridor and said, "That's your bedroom over there. Your manager took some clothes a few days ago." Come over with your luggage, you can go and have a look."

When Lu Jiaren heard the word "your bedroom", he asked keenly, "Why don't we live in the same room?"

Zhen Zhen was silent for a few seconds at this straightforward question, and then replied: "To be precise, we don't even live in the same house. You moved away a year ago, remember?"

When she first bought this house, she entrusted her assistant to inquire with Lu Jiaren's agent to understand the main living needs of a female star, and specially built a huge walk-in closet in the master bedroom to make it easier for her to put down those things. Wide variety of clothes and shoes.

It's just that I didn't expect that after living here for more than half a year, Lu Jiaren suddenly proposed to move out. Although there were not many traces of her left in the house, Zhen Zhen was still reluctant to change places, but chose to move to the master bedroom. The opposite bedroom lives.

The mover, Lu Jiaren, decided to ignore the matter as if nothing had happened. She continued to look at Zhen Zhen with a smile: "But now I'm back...Are you sure you won't sleep with me?"

Zhen Zhen replied politely and gently: "Sure, no need."

She bypassed the person in front of her, walked straight towards the bedroom, and said, "You do it yourself, I'll go and change clothes first."

When she returned to her bedroom, Zhen Zhen opened the closet with a normal expression, and took out a random piece of home clothes from a pile of black, white and gray tones. She looked in the mirror and silently laughed at her own helplessness.

Obviously... all made up their minds not to have expectations for that person anymore, but in the end they were easily moved by her words.

After she calmed down a little, she walked out of the room again, just in time to see Lu Jiaren standing blankly at the door, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Hearing her voice, Lu Jiaren turned his head. Zhen Zhen saw her slowly moving her left hand in front of her body. There was still a conspicuous bandage wrapped around that wrist. Lu Jiaren blinked innocently: "I want to change it." Clothes, but hands are inconvenient..."

Zhen Zhen rubbed the center of her brows: "Come with me."

She brought Lu Jiaren into her master bedroom. Fu Ruyi worked very neatly. She had already sorted out all the clothes by color, material and occasion. Zhen Zhen pointed to the rack of pajamas and asked, "Which one do you want to wear?"

Lu Jiaren looked at the row of thin silk nightdresses of different colors, and suddenly raised the end of his eyes, and said softly, "Which one do you want to see me wear?"

When she asked this question, she got a little closer to Zhen Zhen, her slender eyelashes framed her graceful peach eyes, Zhen Zhen felt her heartbeat was a little uncontrollable, she slightly tilted her head: "Whatever, you Choose yourself."

Lu Jiaren's eyes rolled, and he casually pointed to a champagne-colored nightdress.

When Zhen Zhen took the dress off the hanger, she realized that besides putting on clothes, there was another process waiting for her first—undressing.

Because of her hand injury, Lu Jiaren was wearing a very loose oversize shirt. Zhen Zhen walked up to her, unbuttoned the clothes one by one, took off the clothes that smelled of disinfectant, and took off the shirt on the left side. Be extra careful when pulling the sleeves, pulling the cuffs out little by little, without touching her wound.

The shirt is unbuttoned, just like peeling off the toffee wrapped in sugar paper, a black lace corset appears in front of the eyes, the thin and slender shoulder and neck line stretches down, the lining is whiter and whiter, the color of ink is thicker, and it is wrapped in close-fitting fabric A touch of grace that is full and fragrant is slowly rising and falling with the breath.

"Wife," just as Zhen Zhen was in a daze, the snow in front of him suddenly approached, and Lu Jiaren's soft and warm voice rang in his ears, "Your reaction made me a little suspicious... Could it be that you didn't take off your clothes before?" through my clothes?"

Her words were full of ambiguous hints, and Zhen Zhen didn't answer, but slowly put her fingers around her back and unfastened the buckle accurately.

Immediately afterwards, she put the nightgown on Lu Jiaren's head. The silk fabric was as smooth as water, covering the beautiful scenery in front of her in a blink of an eye.

A hand was lightly pressed on her waist, and after the dress slipped off, she saw Lu Jiaren's extraordinarily dazzling smiling face.

"So I took it off," she said with water in her eyes, and she slowly approached with a dazzling smile, her wet breath fell on her skin, and she gently opened her lips, "Honey, help me again." Well, I want to take a shower."