President, please spoil me!

Huo Sicheng snorted lightly, asking him what his plans were.

He didn't answer, so Tang Yan didn't ask any more questions. He just said flatly, "That woman named Shu Han may have been scared out of her wits by her, she's a little dumbfounded."

Huo Sicheng said in a calm tone, "She wasn't killed, she was lucky."

"..."

That's right, it's not surprising that Xing Hua really killed him with Shu Han's mental retardation.

After a while, Tang Yan said again, "It's getting late, go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Huo Sicheng took a few steps back, casually threw the phone on the table, and threw his tall and straight body back into the soft single sofa. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

…………

the next morning.

Xing Hua habitually touched the side - it was empty.

She sat up in a daze, yawning and rubbing her eyes, usually in the morning she would wake up with Huo Sicheng, so if there was no one around, she would follow.

Usually, men are washing.

But right now... very quiet?

Xing Hua was startled, turned his head to look at the bathroom and then looked back, only to catch a glimpse of the man sitting on the sofa not far from the French window from the corner of his eye.

She was immediately stunned.

He was wearing a dark woolen sweater that was more casual at home, and the same style of trousers on his lower body. His short black hair was slightly messy, and he was motionless. He could tell he was still fast asleep.

Xing Hua was stunned for a while, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed barefoot, and walked to him with light steps.

This is him, sitting on the sofa all night?

Huo Sicheng slept very lightly, not to mention that it is difficult for people to fall asleep in this position, so as soon as someone approaches, he wakes up——

The fair face was close at hand, and the two looked at each other eye to eye.

There was a moment of bewilderment in each other's eyes.

The French windows did not draw the curtains, and the early winter morning sun was very faint, but it still fell in, and it happened to fall on half of her face. The light made her hair appear light golden, very warm and beautiful.

Xing Hua frowned and asked, "Did you not sleep in bed last night?"

Huo Sicheng reached out to touch her forehead.

Very good, room temperature.

She was puzzled by his action, and she frowned even tighter, "Why don't you go to bed?"

The man's voice was a bit hoarse, "Sitting on the sofa, I accidentally fell asleep, and I just slept like this all night."

Xing Hua's face was full of disapproval, but his tone was soft and distressed, and there was some anger, "Are you stupid, just sitting like this for a night, isn't your body uncomfortable?"

"Well," he still looked at her fixedly, and smiled hoarsely, "It hurts, give me a pinch."

While speaking, he grabbed the bent woman onto his lap, and wrapped one hand around her waist, "My waist hurts, give me a pinch."

Xing Hua followed his words and stretched out her hands to pinch, leaning her head on his shoulder, muttering to herself in confusion, "Didn't you go to bed last night? When did you run to sit on the sofa again?"

Huo Sicheng remained silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I woke up from a nightmare, got up and sat on the sofa and smoked for a while."

"Oh."

She didn't delve into it either.

Judging by her state, Huo Sicheng didn't ask her about last night.

Maybe I forgot--

When people are stimulated, they will burst into a state that they don't usually have. What's more, her ability is only temporarily hidden due to amnesia. The last time I met her so-called second uncle in Xing Xing's apartment, it was almost in this state. .

only……

He looked down at the woman sitting in his arms, and her eyes from last night reappeared in front of his eyes.

She... recognized him?

It seems that it shouldn't be said that way, but I really don't know how to describe it accurately.

That look was very sober, sober and even calm, but there was a kind of very thin, suddenly confused.

Xing Hua asked him, "Is it more comfortable, is it still sore?"

He hooked his lips and smiled, "With your strength, it's only enough to scratch the itch."

She clenched her fist and beat his shoulder again, "Who told you to have a nightmare and get up to smoke in the middle of the night, just hug me."

Huo Sicheng smiled again, looking at the white and soft face in front of him, and the hollowness in his chest for no reason. This feeling was not very strong, but it was always in the senses, making it uncomfortable.

He bowed his head and kissed her lips.

She didn't recover her memory.

This made him feel uncontrollably a little bit grateful, but at the same time, there was also a kind of loss that was so faint that it was almost non-existent.

All in one kiss.

After the long kiss was over, Huo Sicheng said hoarsely, "Go wash up first, I'll get up and stretch."

It was really uncomfortable to sit all night.

Xing Hua got up from his arms and walked briskly to the bathroom.

…………

The two went downstairs to have breakfast together.

Huo Sicheng ate his breakfast, and looked up at her from time to time.

He didn't know how much she had forgotten about what happened last night. She didn't mention anything or ask anything when she woke up in the morning.

The memory is fragmented, doesn't she have any curiosity?

Or can it be automatically connected after removing the forgotten part, or the brain has been filled in?

"Husband," Huo Sicheng was thinking about it, the woman who was slowly drinking milk spoke from the opposite side, with a soft voice, "Will the driver take me there for that cozy birthday party, or will you pick it up after get off work?" Me, take me with you?"

The man, who was already eating very slowly, froze.

Huo Sicheng looked up at her.

Xing Hua just took a sip of milk, and there was still a little white on the corners of her lips.

"What did you say?" He asked after a while.

"Shu Qing's birthday party..." Seeing his strange expression, Xing Hao was puzzled for a while, "Isn't it today? But didn't you just remind me last night that tonight is Shu Qing's birthday party?"

Huo Sicheng looked at her, his throat seemed to be blocked.

Seeing the man staring at her, Xing Hao's eyes were even frighteningly dark, she was even more dazed while holding the glass, and a little uneasy, "Husband?"

"Yesterday..." The man's voice became even more hoarse, and his eyes staring at her remained unmoved, "Where did you go yesterday?"

Xing Hua's tongue was tied when he saw it, "I... I asked Xing'er to accompany me to buy a few skirts suitable for more formal occasions, as well as high heels, because I was afraid that there would be no suitable clothes tonight."

"Yesterday, Monday, Xing Xing was going to class, how can I go shopping with you?"

She said uneasily, "Today...today is Monday."

"It's Tuesday today," he put down the fork in his hand very slowly, his eyes seemed to be nailed to her face, "You went shopping with Xing Xing the day before yesterday, and you already attended the A pleasant birthday party."

"No...no..."

"Xing Hua, did you forget the whole yesterday...?"