Just Don't Say I Love You

Xie Jing leaned back and retracted into the chair designed by the hotpot shop, which was not very reasonable. "He said he couldn't remember anything. If I still love him, why should I give up?"

I have nothing to say.

It's a straight question, and it's not worth it. Don't say it's Xie Jing. If it's me, I won't want to take care of such a person.

Since we know from the local population that they have been in contact with each other, shouldn't we ask for the details of the contact.

"I told him we've broken up, and the past is the past." Xie Jing blinked, some tired looking at me, "he never thought to retrieve that memory."

I tightened the corners of my mouth and looked at her sympathetically.

"Don't worry, I've recovered. There's nothing wrong with being a person. You can go wherever you want. You're very comfortable. " Xie Jing sat up straight and asked me to order.

I laughed and picked up the menu to order.

Han Xu did make an appointment with a girl.

At the same age as Wenqi, the difference is that the girl's eyes are clean and pure.

Their table was not far from us, and from my point of view, I could see exactly what the girl looked like.

It's not a beautiful type. It's even ordinary.

Han Xu's taste for finding a girlfriend seems more and more strange. Xie Jing is beautiful and generous, and his character is straightforward and shrewd. He has no influence at all.

"Don't look, or people will misunderstand that we are here to follow." Xie Jing raised her foot and kicked me under the table, warning eyes, "eat well."

I pretended to eat pain, frowned at her, closed my eyes and focused on the food in the pot.

Since I was born Lu Zhilin, I didn't eat hot pot very much. When I had social intercourse, I went to the hotel or the club, and there was no one to accompany me to eat.

When I went to pay the bill, I was so flustered that I couldn't even burp when I went downstairs.

Xie Jing is almost the same, constantly complaining that I deliberately sabotage her weight loss plan.

I was so angry and funny that I sent her home and told the driver to return to Mo garden.

The driver suddenly said that Han Xu was at the door.

I looked up and motioned him to stop.

Han Xu sitting in a wheelchair, the head of the yellow light sprinkled down, gently cover him into it, clearly reflect the thin pale face, that touch of loneliness can not be ignored.

This kind of expression, I saw it on Xie Jing's face just now.

Is his memory restored?

With curiosity, I deliberately stopped at his side, "why don't you go in?"

Han Xu turned to look over, slightly some Zheng God, "back."

"Go in. The boat is at home." I belched, opened the door and asked him to go.

"No, I'll wait for you." Han Xu bowed his head, carefully opened the box in his hand, took out the bracelet inside and gave it to me, "please help me transfer it to her."

"Why don't you do it yourself." I didn't reach for it.

Han Xu is silent for a while, faint voice, "I went, she will not see me."

"How do you know she won't see you if you don't try." I frowned and refused to help.

The expression on Han Xu's face finally began to crack. After a long silence, he said he would go to see Xie Jing. I hope he didn't disturb me.

When he finished speaking, he seemed to be avoiding something, and he controlled his wheelchair and left.

With a shrug, I turned back and told the driver to bring the car over and walked into the yard.

Lu Yuanzhou has just given his son a bath. They are sitting on the floor of the study, building blocks with them.

I burped and went to sit in my chair and watched them play with a smile.

"I thought you'd be back after midnight." Lu Yuanzhou's tone was a little sour, "do you have so much to say?"

"Of course. When you get together with lawyer song, they don't come back very late." I am not angry to go back, think of Han Xu just action, can not help but ask him whether he has recovered part of the memory.

During this period, Lu Yuanzhou had several meetings with him, and each time he returned very late.