My dear President, Please make a detour

Feng qianxuan was a little happy when she listened to his voice.

"What a pity..."

Si Xiuqi's words turned and his eyes turned to her.

Like a deep sky, people can't see through.

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that you didn't say that we were healthy, but we had a lot of fate."

"Si Xiuqi." Feng qianxuan looked cold and stepped back: "I'm not interested in going. If you want to go, go by yourself."

"Feng qianxuan." Si Xiuqi's eyes showed surprise, but then he was helpless: "what's the matter with you?"

"I just don't think the past is so important. It doesn't matter."

Feng qianxuan said she wanted to leave.

Si Xiuqi hurriedly came forward and grabbed her: "Feng qianxuan, you can't leave."

"Let go of me." Feng qianxuan looked very cold.

"Why do you suddenly feel that the past is not so important? Why!"

"Because it doesn't matter. I wanted to find the evidence before, but I didn't want others to deceive me. Now I don't want to find my memory, so no one can deceive me!"

"Feng qianxuan! Do you know... Do you know..." Si Xiuqi suddenly couldn't say anything.

Feng qianxuan lowered her eyes, but her mind was full of Si Xiuqi begging for Lin Moyi.

She found it more and more boring.

"I don't know, I don't want to know, no matter how much I liked you before, I don't have any feelings for you now, do you know?"

No matter how much I liked you before, I don't have any feelings for you now.

I don't have any feelings for you now.

It turns out that what blocks love is not only life and death, but also forgetting.

She can forget love or him.

She can get away with it.

But he can't blame her.

What's wrong with her? She's not wrong.

She just forgot, forgot their love.

Si Xiuqi's eyes were heavy, as if the stars were fading.

Feng qianxuan felt a little stuffy after saying this, which made her out of breath.

"Si Xiuqi, don't come to me in the future. Goodbye."

Feng qianxuan turned away without hesitation.

Si Xiuqi stood outside the cold door, looking slightly in a trance.

Don't come to her later.

That's it

Is that it?

As long as she lives well, she lives happily, and then doesn't disturb her?

Si Xiuqi went home drunk.

Fall on the sofa and look at the ceiling.

Look with some confusion and loss, like a abandoned child.

Si Zimu is obviously used to this situation.

He used to come back drunk.

Si Zimu always sits quietly watching him.

The same is true this time.

Si Zimu looked at him quietly, with some seriousness on his face.

"Your aunt Xuan doesn't want to go home with me. She won't go home in the future."

He never spoke when he was drunk.

This time he opened his mouth, which surprised Si Zimu.

Si Zi murmured, "you don't work hard."

Si Xiuqi raised his eyelids: "she doesn't like it."

"Aunt Xiaoxing told me that women are duplicity. She said she didn't like it, just like it."

Si Xiuqi lost his smile.

"If you don't like it, you like it. It depends on the occasion."

"I don't care. I want aunt Xuan to be my mother. Even if she loses her memory, she is also aunt Xuan. She must be able to remember."

Si Zimu looked serious and cheered Si Xiuqi: "Dad, you can't give up!"

Even if she loses her memory, she is still her.

Si Xiuqi thought what he said was quite right.

No matter how she loses her memory, she is Feng qianxuan.

The former Feng qianxuan could fall in love with him.

Why not now.

It must not be long enough.

Si Xiuqi's eyes suddenly lit up, stood up from the sofa and looked down at his son: "Zimu, you want Feng qianxuan to be your mother, don't you?"

Si Zimu blinked and nodded heavily.

"I need your assists."

Si Zimu was smart and understood his meaning a little.

He made a "OK" gesture at him clearly.

Feng qianxuan just finished a play and watched the sun become more and more intense.

Took the ice cream from the assistant.

The little assistant carefully lowered his head: "I'm content with my sister. Shall we send some to Su Jiao and Lin Moyi?"

Feng qianxuan ate ice cream and saw Su Jiao and Lin Moyi who wanted to disappear forever. The position between them was very different.

"Send a few."

The little assistant coughed. Seeing that Feng qianxuan didn't get up, he ran over and sent ice cream to them.

Feng qianxuan looked at them.

Lin Moyi kept smiling all the time.

Su Jiao seemed to be lit with explosives.

The whole person trembled with anger and didn't speak with a good face.

Feng qianxuan had points in her heart.

Today, when she was making up, she found powder that did not belong to make-up in her make-up box.

When this powder is rubbed on, if there is sweat, it will enter the pores and basically disfigure the whole face.

Feng qianxuan suspected them. Now it seems that Su Jiao's violent temper doesn't have any intention to harm herself.

Even thinking is harmful to Lin Moyi.

It seems that the reason why Lin Moyi joined the crew is because of her.

What's the matter with her? This woman hates herself so much.

It seems that winning love with a knife is the most hated.

Feng qianxuan is going to find Lin Moyi. Even if there is no evidence, she can scare her.

Just at this time, the mobile phone began to vibrate.

Feng qianxuan took a look.

Si Xiuqi's phone number.

Feng qianxuan hesitated and didn't answer.

After hanging up, the phone didn't ring again.

Until the end of today's shooting, Si Xiuqi's phone number flashes on the screen again.

Feng qianxuan presses to answer.

"Si Xiuqi. Did I make it clear last night? That's it. Don't bother me..."

"Aunt Xuan... I'm Zimu..." Zimu's voice was very pathetic.

"Zi mu..." Feng qianxuan quickly changed her tone: "Zi mu, baby, why do you remember to call me? What's the matter?"

"Aunt Xuan, I'm a little uncomfortable." Si Zimu's voice was small.

"You're not feeling well?" Feng qianxuan's face changed and ordered the driver to go to Si Zimu's house.

"Yes, I seem to have a fever..." Si Zimu's voice became smaller and smaller.

"You're good. Wait for me at home and you'll be there in twenty minutes."

Feng qianxuan hung up the phone and hurried, "hurry up."

The driver answered and sped up.

Feng qianxuan looked back at the trees outside the window, and her face became more and more unspeakable.

Si Zimu is ill. Where's Si Xiuqi?

Where's Si Xiuqi?

Can't something happen?

The more Feng qianxuan thought about it, the more frightened she was. Her heart jumped wildly. She wanted to fly over immediately.