Quit pampering

Wen Ying raised her hand and touched the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Wen Ying looked at Dr. Fein in front of her with tears in her eyes. She was both sad and extremely happy, "Dr. Fein, I have remembered everything."

It turns out that the person she fell in love with for the first time was not Mr. Huo.

Dr. Fein patted her shoulder and said, "Wen, congratulations."
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A cold wave is coming, and there is sudden heavy snowfall in New York.

Flights from Berlin to New York are suspended.

Wen Ying didn't look anxious on the surface and just told Archie, "Buy your ticket as soon as there is a flight."

"Looking at the news, it seems that planes have not been able to fly for the past two days."

Wen Ying was a little annoyed. She really wanted to see Fu Yanlou. She really wanted to.

However, the snow fell so hard that Wen Ying waited for two more days in Berlin before finally waiting for the flight to New York.

Wen Ying got Assistant You's contact information from Wen Zeshu and knew Fu Yanlou's exact address in New York. She didn't even dare to contact Fu Yanlou.

I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold back my voice as soon as I open my mouth.

Wen Zeshu saw some clues keenly, "You don't need to go through Assistant You to find the inkstone. Did something happen?"

Wen Ying sat in the airport VIP room, "Daddy, I remembered that I went to Fu's house when I was ten years old."

"Why did you suddenly remember it?"

"I hired a hypnotist to help me hypnotize myself."

"what?"

"Don't worry Daddy, I'm fine, I'm glad I remembered everything."

Wen Zeshu had always been unable to do anything to her, let alone what happened now.

The attendant came over to remind us to board the plane. Wen Ying looked at the sky in Berlin and smiled, "Daddy, I'm going to board the plane."

Berlin to New York, 7 hours and 58 minutes, no flight delays.

After getting off the plane and driving all the way to the Fu Group's subsidiary in New York, Wen Ying didn't feel tired at all. Only the excitement of meeting Fu Yanlou made her eyes sore that she almost shed tears.

It was clear that she was no longer the tearful little girl she was when she was a child, but thinking about it, she felt so sad before. She suddenly understood the powerlessness of God's will to manipulate people.

Archie looked out the window and suddenly said, "Miss, it's snowing again."

Wen Ying turned her head and admired the snowy scene outside the car, "It's beautiful."

She has already arrived in New York, so why should she be afraid of snow? No matter how bad the weather is, she can't stop her.

When the car stopped, Archie didn't even have time to open the door, Wen Ying had already opened the door and got out.

As her boots stepped on the snow-soaked ground, Wen Ying let out a breath of hot air.

Archie held a transparent umbrella to cover the head of the figure walking forward in a hurry.

In the huge conference hall on the first floor, Fu Yanlou was walking in front in a black suit, followed by ten senior executives. His aura could not be described by the word "rich".

Wen Ying froze in one glance and faced the person in front of him with the face in his memory.

Fu Yanlou was talking to his subordinates when he heard Assistant You remind him to look at Wen Ying, "Yingying?"

Wen Ying rushed towards him, her flowing coat lifted up, revealing the retro red short skirt underneath. Her pretty and bright body, with a burst of rose fragrance, hugged Fu Yanlou, knocking him back a step.

Fu Yanlou placed his hand on her lower back, "...Yingying."

"Fu Yanlou." Wen Ying hugged his neck with both hands, her eyes sour and aggrieved, "It turns out that the person I like is you, from the beginning."

The sound of crying makes one's bones hurt.

All the senior executives looked at each other, and Assistant You cleverly asked the senior executives to leave first. Is there anything more important than Miss Wen in Mr. Fu’s place now?

Wen Ying buried her face in his neck. A drop of cold tears hit his neck, and Fu Yanlou froze.

His voice was obscure, "Yingying, are you crying?"

How could anyone ask that?

Wen Ying raised her hand to wipe away her tears and looked at him with red eyes, "I'm not crying."

Crystal tears stained the back of her hand. Fu Yanlou grabbed her hand and felt a cold feeling. He frowned, "Why did you come here suddenly? I will go back to Berlin the day after tomorrow."

Wen Ying grabbed his wrist with her backhand and said, "I can't wait for you to return to Berlin."

Fu Yanlou brushed the snowflakes off her head, "Did you not eat anything during this journey?"

Wen Ying's voice was aggrieved, "I had some airplane food, it wasn't delicious."

"Thank you for your hard work," Fu Yanlou said, "I'll take you back first."

"Oh."

Wen Ying followed Fu Yanlou back to his residence in New York.

As soon as they arrived at the villa, the housekeeper came forward and said that the meal was ready, and Fu Yanlou pulled Wen Ying into the restaurant.

The two of them ate together. Wen Ying put down his chopsticks when he was full and wiped his lips elegantly.

Fu Yanlou looked at her, "Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest first?"

Wen Ying's eyes met his, "I'm very clear-headed now, Fu Yanlou, are you avoiding the topic?"

Fu Yanlou sighed lowly, "No, I just hope you have a good rest."

"There was heavy snow in New York and the flights were suspended. I had to wait two more days in Berlin, otherwise I would have come to see you two days ago. I thought a lot in these two days." Wen Ying felt sad, but smiled, "I've been thinking about what happened when I was a child. I remember, I remember everything. You refused to say a word to me. Are you blaming me for forgetting you? I said there would be no next time to see you. Are you waiting for me too? You Have it?"

Fu Yanlou, "We'll wait."

Wen Ying lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time, "I'm sorry."

"You didn't apologize to me for anything." Fu Yanlou took off the beads and wrapped them around her wrist. "Now that you remember it, I'll give this back to you."

Wen Ying was so stunned that she even forgot to push him away, "Why do you want to give it back to me?"

"As you hoped, I'm fine and sound now."

Wen Ying's eyes became sore again, "Is your leg really okay?"

Fu Yanlou chuckled, "What's the problem? I'm still skiing with you, right?"

"At that time, you obviously..." Wen Ying's voice choked, "Why don't you think about yourself at all? Accompanying me to ski is not a big deal."

"It's okay." Fu Yanlou rubbed the end of her eyes, "Isn't it okay now?"

Wen Ying stuffed the beads back into his hand, "Anyway, there's no reason to get back the things I, Wen Ying, gave away." She said with a stern face, "Don't give it to me again, I won't be happy, don't Is it okay to make me unhappy?"

Fu Yanlou stared at the string of Buddhist beads for a long time.

Wen Ying bit her lip, "Why didn't you react at all to what I just said?"

Fu Yanlou's eyes were soft and calm, "Yingying, are you sure that what you are thinking is true and is not influenced by what happened when you were a child?"

Wen Ying thought for a long time before speaking again, "Actually, even if I remember it now, the feelings I had when I was a child have long faded away. What I can see clearly is the present. The past has passed, and only the present is the most real."

When she was ten years old, she first fell in love, her feelings were passionate and pure, and she could only say that she liked someone.

How could she imagine the future at that age? The word "future" was too far away for her at that time.

It can't be said that her liking for Mr. Huo is due to the influence of memory disorder. The fact that she has liked Mr. Huo for so many years proves that there is something she likes about him.