Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

"Are you relieved?"

Zhong Jiuli looked at him halfway down, all his emotions were covered by his long eyelashes, his tone was calm, making it hard to tell whether he was angry or not.

Song Ci unconsciously took two steps back. To be honest, he was a little afraid of Zhong Jiuli. He always had a serious look on his face, and there was never any emotion on his face. When he looked at people, his eyes were always cold, as if What stood in front of him was not a person, but a tree and a stone.

He swallowed, his voice trembling: "Who, who told you to hit me first!"

Zhong Jiuli's sluggish nerves seemed to be stirred a bit. He raised his eyes to look at Song Ci, and a strange emotion flashed across his face.

——Song Ci, are you afraid of him?

Song Ci was standing one meter away from him, the hand he had just slapped was not behind him, his face was pretending to be calm, his eyes were frantically looking around, but he didn't dare to look at him.

Zhong Jiuli was suddenly annoyed. Song Ci slapped him just now, and he was only surprised for a moment.But when he learned that Song Ci was afraid of him, anger suddenly surged in his heart.

How could Song Ci be afraid of him?It shouldn't be like this.

Song Ci sensitively sensed that Zhong Jiuli was in a bad mood at the moment, although in Guan Lingyan's view, Zhong Jiuli always had the same expression.

He took advantage of the moment when he was in a daze, and ran out quickly. When he reached the door of the study, he stopped, calmed down a little, turned his head, made a ghost image at Zhong Jiuli's back, and shouted :"you deserve it!"

He slammed the study door, dragged Guan Lingyan into the bedroom, and locked the door behind him.

Zhong Jiuli's mood improved again, and even the drooping curve of his eyelashes seemed to become a little gentler.

Song Ci stuck to the door and listened to the movement outside the house, ready to jump out of the window to escape at any time, but after waiting for a long time, Zhong Jiuli did not catch up to him to settle the score.

His hanging heart still couldn't land.

It wasn't until half an hour passed that he was finally sure that Zhong Jiuli should have let him go temporarily.

He began to complain to Guan Lingyan, "It's just that he's wrong. How old I am, he still hits my palm. Besides, why I climbed over the wall is not all because of him locking him here."

As he spoke, he spread his beaten hand and muttered, "It hurts like hell."

However, his palms were white and clean, without any marks or red marks.

Guan Lingyan stood outside and watched clearly. Zhong Jiuli always paused for a while when he struck, and then landed gently.

Song Ci lowered his hands in embarrassment. In fact, he didn't feel much pain when Zhong Jiuli beat him, but he felt wronged and ashamed.

Guan Lingyan scratched his head, thought for a while, and said, "I think he's okay."

When Song Ci heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched, "What are you going to do, shut me up here without even saying a word."

Guan Lingyan said: "In your situation, it's really dangerous to go out alone." After a pause, he resumed his "old career" and persuaded: "You'd better learn some kung fu."

Song Ci glanced at him sideways, "What did you say just now, 'The secret skills of this sect will not be passed on'?"

Guan Lingyan chuckled, "Didn't you decide everything, you are all brothers in this sect."

Song Ci snorted, touched his hungry and shriveled stomach, took out his mobile phone, and muttered, "Order takeaway."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door.

Song Ci froze.

Zhong Jiuli's voice followed: "Come out for dinner."

Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief, and then he remembered that Zhong Jiuli had tricked him down and hit his palm. He hesitated for a while, and opened the door.

Zhong Jiuli was wearing an apron, standing at the door, and the smell of food wafted over. He glanced at it, there were sweet and sour short ribs, pan-fried small yellow croaker, and stir-fried snow peas, all of which he liked to eat.He swallowed unconsciously, and his stomach growled in unison.

The hanging heart really fell to the ground this time.

Song Ci was already hungry, and as soon as he was seated, he picked up his chopsticks and started to eat. While eating, he sighed in his heart, this is delicious, this is even more delicious!

Guan Lingyan, who was sitting next to him, seemed a little cautious. He was quite curious about Zhong Jiuli, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had to secretly look at him.

He didn't wear anything on his hands, and he couldn't tell what level of celestial master he was, but from his ability to directly hold Song Ci, it can be judged that his level is definitely not lower than the sixth level, maybe the seventh level, and even more It might be the eighth step, but he doesn't look much older than him.

Thinking of this, Guan Lingyan looked at Zhong Jiuli with admiration in his eyes.

Seeing that Song Ci was devouring his food, Zhong Jiuli poured him a glass of water and told him, "Eat slowly."

Song Ci nodded, kept chopsticks, looking at this and picking that, wanting to eat anything, every dish is his favorite dish.

When he was almost done eating, Song Ci gradually realized - how did Zhong Jiuli know what he likes to eat?

One dish is fine, the dishes on the table are all his favorite dishes, no matter how you think about it, it can't be a coincidence.

Song Ci Jiacai's hand slowed down a little, and he asked tentatively, "How long have you known my uncle?"

Zhong Jiu paused, thought for a while, "Ten years."

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then continued to ask, "Why have I never seen you before?"

Zhong Jiuli said, "I'm usually not in City Z."

Song Ci muttered: "But I never heard my uncle mention you."

Zhong Jiuli lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

Song Ci asked again: "Then has my uncle mentioned me to you?"

Zhong Jiuli was silent for a while, then nodded, "Yes."

Song Ci smiled and said, "I mean, no wonder you know what I like to eat. My uncle must have told you?"

Zhong Jiuli was startled, then nodded again.

Song Ci sneered, "Fart!"

Zhong Jiuli and Guan Lingyan looked over at the same time.

Song Ci looked straight at Zhong Jiuli: "My uncle doesn't even know what I like to eat! Who are you!?"

Zhong Jiuli lowered his eyes, "This question is not important, as long as you know that I will not harm you."

Song Ci sneered: "I can't believe a person who is full of lies and locked me up."

Zhong Jiuli raised his head, "Do you want to go out?"

Song Ci nodded, "Of course."

Zhong Jiuli put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said, "Then let's go."

Song Ci looked at him suspiciously, "Are you really willing to let me out?"

Zhong Jiuli nodded.

Song Ci blinked and blinked, he gradually came back to his senses, and smiled angrily, "You're fucking walking the dog!"

Zhong Jiuli made it clear that he wanted to go out, he had to follow.

A rare smile appeared on Zhong Jiuli's face, and he even joked, "Just walk me."

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, his anger drained away, he turned his face away uncomfortably, but he couldn't help but glance at Zhong Jiuli from the corner of his eye.

Finally, he sat back as if giving up, and muttered, "Who wants to go out on such a hot day?"

Zhong Jiuli didn't speak, and sat back.

After eating, Zhong Jiuli pulled up the chilled watermelon in the well, cut it in half, cut half into pieces, and brought the other half out to Song Ci.

Song Ci was sitting in front of an electric fan blowing the wind. There was no air conditioner in the house, and it was a one-story house. The temperature in the house also rose as the roof was exposed to the sun.

Zhong Jiuli's watermelon was delivered at just the right time, and Song Ci thanked him in a low voice, thinking that Zhong Jiuli was actually really nice to him, but he was a little mysterious.

Did they know each other before?

This thought flashed through his mind, and was quickly denied by Song Ci.

If they really knew each other, how could he not remember, just one look at Zhong Jiuli's appearance can make people unforgettable.

Is it.

Song Ci raised his head and looked carefully at Zhong Jiuli's facial features, trying to find some signs of plastic surgery.

After looking at it for a long time, he only came to the conclusion that Zhong Jiuli's skin was very good, not to mention scars, he didn't even have a pimple.

He sighed, looked back, and saw a red mark out of the corner of his eye. He took a closer look and found a red mole on the lower part of Zhong Jiuli's neck near his shoulder.

For some reason, the moment he saw the mole, he couldn't help reaching out and touching it.

Zhong Jiuli looked up at him, "Huh?"

Song Ci quickly withdrew his hand, his face flushed, and he felt like a pervert.

Zhong Jiuli turned his head, looked at the place he touched, and said, "There is a mole."

How could Song Ci dare to look at him, he nodded indiscriminately, and hummed vaguely.

Zhong Jiuli didn't say anything else, his thoughts drifted away, and he remembered Song Ci's childhood.