Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

This variety show is broadcast live.

The moment Song Yuening's face appeared on the TV screen, the barrage was blank for a moment, and then completely exploded.

"Did I see the wrong person? Song Yuening? Is it really her? She actually appeared again?"

"Oh my God, it's really Teacher Song. She hasn't updated in five years. I thought something happened to her, but now I'm relieved to see that she's fine!"

Song Yuening didn't know that when she interacted with celebrities on the show and started looking for inspiration to design clothes according to the requirements of the show team, the chaos outside was caused by her sudden appearance.

After finishing today's program recording, she just returned backstage and was about to pick up her belongings and leave the program, when she turned around and was startled by the director standing at the door.

"Director, are you...?"

Song Yuening looked at the middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old and smiled flatteringly at her, and felt a little chill for a moment.

She took two steps back, trying to distance herself from the director, but the director directly reached out and held her hand with both hands, shaking it up and down vigorously.

"Teacher Song, you are really the lucky star of our program group, do you know? Just because you came to our program group, I just received a lot of calls from bosses who want to cooperate with us and provide sponsorship to our program group!"

because of her?

Song Yuening was stunned for a moment, confused for a moment. She shook her head hesitantly and looked at the director with eyes full of doubts and confusion.

"Director, did you misunderstand something? How could I..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the director shaking his head repeatedly.

"No, no, no, Teacher Song, please stop being modest. I really didn't know that you had such a wide network of contacts in the circle, otherwise I would never have neglected you just now. There are many people outside who want to see you, you see. convenient?"

"It just so happens that our program team has a free lounge. Do you want me to arrange someone there?"

Song Yuening didn't expect such a thing to happen. She blinked slightly and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but suddenly she hesitated.

These people might be people who knew him before. Would meeting them help speed up the recovery of her memory?

However, the words the director just said still echoed in her mind.

What was her previous identity? Why do you know such people with such extraordinary status?

If she goes to meet those people now, will they see that something is wrong with her?

……

When Xie Mingyuan received Song Yuening's call and rushed to the program set, she was sitting alone in the lounge.

The water in the disposable paper cup on the table in front of her was already cold, but as if she didn't notice it, she picked up the cup and put it to her mouth.

Seeing this, Xie Mingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and turned around to tell the assistant who was following him to guard the door. Then he entered the lounge and snatched the water glass from Song Yuening's mouth.

"you……"

Song Yuening did not expect that the water glass she brought to her lips would be snatched away. She immediately raised her brows and raised her eyes to say something, but after seeing clearly who the person in front of her was, she swallowed her words again. He smiled at Xie Mingyuan.

"Why did you come so fast? I thought it would take at least half an hour for you to come here. Isn't there a meeting in the company today?"

That smile fell in Xie Mingyuan's eyes, but it felt particularly dazzling. Because he could tell clearly that Song Yuening's smile at this moment was not a smile from the heart, but more like a deliberate smile for him out of fear that he would be worried.

Xie Mingyuan sat directly next to her, raised his hand to fall on her shoulder, and took her into his arms.

And Song Yuening also lost all her strength because of his actions, and fell directly into his arms, as if all her strength had been suddenly drained away.

"I heard something wasn't right about your tone, so I came right over. What happened?"

what happened?

Song Yuening lowered her eyes and restrained all the complicated emotions in her eyes.

She didn't know where to start, and she was worried that telling the whole story from beginning to end would make Xie Mingyuan feel hypocritical.

And as her partner who has lived with her for many years, how could Xie Mingyuan not understand what she was thinking?

Just when she opened her mouth and was about to find an excuse to excuse herself, Xie Mingyuan's deep voice sounded above her head, with determination that no one could question.

"to be honest."

Under his tough attitude, Song Yuening slowly spoke and told Xie Mingyuan everything that happened after the director came to talk to her.

She is like a pearl clam with its shell tightly closed. Only in front of someone she trusts will her soft inner surface be revealed.

"I thought that if I met them, I might be able to recall what happened in the past more quickly, so I asked the director to arrange for them to wait for me in the lounge. However, after I met them, I realized how wrong I was. How outrageous.”

She is a person with no past memory, so not only can she not tell who is standing in front of her and greeting her enthusiastically, she also has no way to give them some positive responses, so this meeting seems particularly awkward and twisted. .

In the end, her so-called past partners and employees who worked under her finally discovered the clues.

They threatened him and asked her what had happened and why she was acting so cold.

Song Yuening had to use a vague excuse to brush off her amnesia.

Thinking of the pitiful and sympathetic expressions they showed towards her before leaving, Song Yuening felt extremely sad for a moment.

"Ever since I came down from the mountain and came to City A, everyone I met hoped that I could quickly recall my past memories, as if it was a heinous crime for me to forget those things."

"I also really want to know what kind of person I was in the past and what kind of life I lived, but I just can't remember it. What can I do? Could it be that if I can't remember it, I am really a person? An unforgivable mistake?"

Xie Mingyuan listened carefully, and could tell her emotions at the moment from the slightly vibrating voice, and for a moment he just felt distressed.

He hugged Song Yuening tighter, and even lowered his head to place a soft kiss on her forehead with pity.

When he felt that Song Yuening's emotions were showing signs of collapse, he hugged her into his arms with his arms, put his lips close to her ears, and spoke in a gentle voice that he had never heard before.

"It's not your fault. If you can never think of it and don't want to think of the past, then don't think of it again for the rest of your life."

Hearing this, Song Yuening couldn't help but tighten her hands on the shirt fabric on Xie Mingyuan's chest, raised her head in his arms, and looked at him with blank and helpless eyes.

"But if I can't remember the past, am I still me?"