The villain became a sticky spirit after losing his memory

Yan Zhi, who left the hospital, didn't know about his old Gong yet. He already knew the cause and effect, and unilaterally made a ruthless decision, turning a blind eye to their former love, and chose to abandon it decisively.

After he got out of the hospital, the cold expression on his face seemed to be a layer of ice that would melt when exposed to light, and finally showed a little sadness uncontrollably, and then the sadness quickly spread, gradually permeating Yan Zhi's delicate face.

He took a taxi casually, huddled himself in the shadow of the back seat, and stared at the scenery passing by outside the window in a daze.

It wasn't until the driver woke her up that Yan Zhi responded without energy. After paying with her mobile phone, she returned to the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, the two people in the room usually lived together, and he seemed to want to outline a smile on his lips, but unfortunately he failed.

he can't laugh...

Yan Zhi didn't make things difficult for herself, she stopped laughing when she couldn't laugh, walked slowly to the sofa, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it silently.

The moment he drank it, he heard himself say: "The boiled water is so bland, the beer has a bit of flavor, why don't you drink it to your heart's content today."

He ordered takeaway drinks, bought [-] bottles of canned beer directly, and waited for the delivery, and then he seemed to have nothing to do, lying on the sofa and closing his eyes, continuing to recall the sweetness between the two of them in a self-destructive way .

The more he recalled, the more sentimental he became, and the more sentimental he became, the more he couldn't control the fever in his eyes. Fortunately, the bell at the door finally interrupted him.

But the moment he opened his eyes, there was still a drop of tear running down his cheek, rolling over his neck and flowing into his collar. That little bit of coolness seemed to freeze the skin on his chest.

Like a wandering soul, Yan Zhi went to the door to get wine in a daze, and when he came back, he drank one bottle after another, his face flushed and the whole room was a bit doubled.

Dizzy in his head, he seemed to have seen Fan Zhi, the man smiled at him tenderly, Yan Zhi's grievance finally broke out.

He curled his lips coquettishly like a child: "Old Gong, I just heard you say you don't love me anymore, my heart hurts so much..."

"Why do you not remember me after you wake up? What did I do wrong?"

He hiccupped, the bottle stuck to his cheek and giggled, then he seemed to want to hug the man, he put down the bottle, opened his arms and acted coquettishly: "Old Gong, can you hug me?"

The answer was of course the dead silent room, Yan Zhi foolishly maintained that posture for a long time, but failed to get a comforting hug, because the gentle Brahma in front of her eyes disappeared like a phantom.

He blinked, unable to bear the soreness in his heart, and blinked away two lines of tears before realizing that it was just his hallucination.

The living room, which seemed to be getting warm just now, suddenly became extremely cold, and Yan Zhi's body began to tremble. He hugged himself tightly, tears falling down uncontrollably, and whispered softly:

"Yeah, that person doesn't love me anymore, he doesn't want me anymore..."

After finishing speaking, his crying gradually changed from silent to suppressed crying. The crying sounded uncomfortable, as if he was really sad, but he still controlled himself not to cry out loud, maintaining an adult's Repressed independence.

In the end, he seemed to be tired from crying, and fell asleep lying on the sofa with tears all over his face. It seemed that he was having some kind of dream, and he even called Fanzhi aggrievedly, "Old Gong..."

Although, he didn't say anything later, but that pitiful tone, if there is a complete dream talk, it must be the most suitable for the context, "Old Gong, don't leave me..."

Waking up the next day, Yan Zhi had a splitting headache, facing a pile of beer bottles, he was shocked by himself.

Maybe it was a day later, although I was sad, but it was not as intense as yesterday, but the bitterness like herbal tea always lingered in my heart.

Yan Zhi stared at the pile of beer bottles silently for a long time, wondering what he was thinking in a daze, but after seeing him for about 10 minutes, he got up and silently cleaned them up.

After pouring out piles of beer bottles, it seems that even the troubles are less. I have no appetite in the morning, so I still look at the empty house in a daze.

It wasn't until the two assistants came to work that Yan Zhi woke up like a dream. Those who hadn't come before hurriedly told the assistants that he would stay with the bed in the ward.

In the hospital, I was not worried about whether Fanzhi was injured or whether his life was in danger; I was anxious about when the other party would wake up; later, I was suddenly faced with Lao Gong's amnesia, and my heart was broken and sad;

Naturally, he didn't take into account the fact that they would not be coming to work for the time being, but it was a coincidence that Yan Zhi happened to be at home now.

After saying hello to the two of them, Yan Zhi straightened her expression and went up to the studio on the third floor with them.

Sitting on the desk, under the heavy fog, he found a clear way for himself——

Since I can't change the facts, I feel uncomfortable in my spare time, and I will unconsciously recall the past and bring up sad things.

Why not just draw manga and spend all your time working, so that you can temporarily forget about Brahma-attachment and break away from the painful reality now.

After making up her mind, Yan Zhi devoted herself to her work, forcing herself to only see the colors of the cartoon characters in her eyes, and not to think about other things that she could not change.

The studio was much quieter than usual. During the break between Bai Yuan's painting, he couldn't help but glance at Yan Zhi, wondering in his heart: Brother Yan Zhi seems to be painting more desperately than before?

Besides, the other party didn't seem very happy. It stands to reason that Brother Yanzhi left in a hurry yesterday, wasn't it because President Fan returned to China? Why is it now the opposite state as expected.

Bai Yuan doesn't like to browse short videos and Moments on weekdays, so he still doesn't know the news of Fan Zhi's car accident. He only thinks that President Fan has returned to China.

Bai Yuan bit his paintbrush and secretly guessed: Did the two quarrel?

After being stared at by one person for a long time, the other person will have a substantial feeling, after Yan Zhi sketched the handsome profile of the protagonist of the comic.

He continued to work on his hands, without raising his head, he said: "Bai Yuan, is there something on my face? I've been looking at me for a long time."

"Ah, there is no lack of words. It's because I slipped away a little, so I'll get to work."

Being caught by brother Yan Zhi on the spot, Bai Yuan smiled nervously, then quickly turned his eyes away and continued to do the supporting work of comics.

Another assistant heard the voice and only looked up, seeing that it had nothing to do with him, so he continued to concentrate on drawing manga.

Yan Zhi didn't speak anymore, Fanzhi's figure occasionally appeared in his thoughts, but was dispelled by his consciousness, and then he waved the paintbrush in his hand full of bitterness.

Besides, Fanming on the other side, his mobile phone was confiscated, and he also didn't get the news of his brother's car accident.

He would be asked by Lu Chen to wear some weird clothes every day, and Fan Ming would be forced to choose to wear them in shame and resentment.

Recently, men seem to no longer be satisfied with such appreciation, and their requirements have begun to change, and they have played role-playing.

For example, when wearing a pink shirt with cat ears, he will be asked to imitate the sweet cat meow, and if he refuses, the man will want to touch him.

For example, when he is dressed as a maid, he will be asked to call him "husband" and then serve the man for dinner.

……

But this time, the man actually brought sexy clothes, like the kind of black grid, which is very attractive after wearing.

Fan Ming looked at the so-called long black clothes, and was refreshed again. His eyes were red with anger and he tremblingly said: "This...such unscrupulous clothes, do you want me to wear them?"

There was a clear smile on the corners of Lu Chen's lips, holding the clothes with so little fabric, he smiled and said: "Hey, just show me the clothes, we are a couple, it's normal."

But the little sheep, who has always been docile, didn't wear anything this time. His big eyes were full of grievances, and he said loudly, "I don't know how to wear anything!"

Lu Chen's eyes darkened. He didn't expect the little thing to dare to resist him after so many days of training.

He casually put the sexy clothes on the sofa, wrapped his hands around the boy's waist, and caressed the skin on the boy's waist through the thin calluses of his fingertips through the hem of the clothes.

Seeing the boy tremble as he wished, he whispered in his ear: "Why, are you planning to be bullied by me?"

This sentence was ambiguous and joking, but the movement of his hand was just like what he said, dishonestly across the boy's waistline.

Fanming trembled even more, feeling the hand on his waist, like the snake letter of a poisonous snake, which made people feel frightened.

But if he was asked to wear that kind of mesh women's sexy clothing, he would never wear it. What is the difference between wearing that kind of clothing and being naked in front of men!

Besides, even if he endured the shame to put it on, the man would make him wear this dress as usual, dangling in front of the man's eyes.

As long as he imagines it, his face is like burning, he really can't fit in that dress...

What's more, it might be due to the experience of the previous few times. He had an inexplicable guess in his heart. The man's talk about touching him was probably just to scare him, and it wasn't true.

So he endured the fingers sliding around his waist, and summoned up his courage: "Anyway, I won't wear it this time, so do whatever you want!"

After speaking, he was like a deflated ball, closing his eyes and not daring to see the man's reaction, only waiting for the man's response with his ears.

Who knew that after closing his eyes, the touch around his waist became more obvious. Lu Chen chuckled in his ear: "Well, since you don't want to, I won't force you."

Fan Ming's heart suddenly filled with infinite joy, he subconsciously opened his eyes, but the whole body was hugged by the man, and he could only wrap his arms around the man's neck for a moment to prevent himself from falling.

He didn't know what the man wanted to do, but he suddenly had a bad feeling, it seemed that the man agreed to it too easily.

Then he saw the man walking towards the bathroom with him in his arms, Fan Ming subconsciously wanted to struggle, and panic finally appeared on his pretty face.

But how could Lu Chen let him go so easily, his hands hugged the boy tightly, no matter how the other struggled, he carried him steadily to the bathroom.

He took the boy into the bathroom, and a pleasant laugh sounded in the small space: "Since you have no objection, let's take a shower and get things done."?