Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

This is the tenth day since Xie Heng woke up.

His headache was gone, but he still couldn't remember who he was.

Qingping Town wasn't very big, and after a few walks, he knew the route. There was an old grain depot next to the entrance to the vegetable market, now abandoned. Buses to Haiming City stopped there. There were six buses a day, and except for the earliest one, the others left as soon as they were full, with no set departure times.

With Fang Mingzhu's hundred yuan, Xiao Chen bought him two T-shirts, two pairs of shorts and two pairs of underwear. Xiao Chen also bargained with the boss for five minutes and gave him a pair of slippers.

This is all his current wealth. He has no salary, but at least Fang Mingzhu provides him with food and accommodation.

He now spends most of his time in Fang Mingzhu's store. At the beginning, he was just like Xiao Chen, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, washing dishes, and doing everything, but he was good-looking. Fang Mingzhu saw those female tourists staring at Xie Heng with a smile, so she ordered him to take orders, serve food, and help customers carry luggage, and he did less work in the kitchen.

After he came, Zheng Qingqing became much more relaxed and often hid behind the counter for the entire day.

It would be fine if she was simply lazy, but she was behind the counter, her eyes following him like lasers. If any girl talked to him for a while longer, she would rush out and interrupt like a fighting hen.

Xie Heng didn't understand.

Fang Mingzhu's shop doesn't have much traffic. After meal time, he often sits on a chair and daydreams, playing with the dog. He looks at the other three people in the shop: a seemingly shrewd proprietress, an honest and simple boy, and a lecherous girl.

He decided to stay here because these people were not very smart, but not bad either.

Even though he knew that Fang Mingzhu and Zheng Qingqing were hiding something from him, he had no intention of exposing it.

After discovering that he had lost his memory, he thought about going to the police station to report the case and find his family, but he soon found that he had many small wounds on his body, like glass scratches. His hands looked like they had hit something hard, and the place where he punched was bloody and there was still pain in his upper arms.

He thought about it for a long time and felt that he might have fallen into the sea with his car. He broke the car window and escaped.

But he checked with Xiao Chen's phone and found no recent news about any vehicle falling into the sea.

If his speculation is reasonable, the fact that there was no report on the news of a crash into the sea can only be that someone suppressed the news.

He could be a "person who should die quietly" or a "person who cannot be considered dead."

Until he recovers his memory and confirms his identity, he cannot act rashly.

There was still gauze wrapped around his head. The wound was healing and it was a little itchy.

It was a wound about two centimeters long, near the right corner of his forehead. When Fang Mingzhu found him, the wound had already formed a scab and stopped bleeding. Under the cover of his hair, no one noticed it.

It wasn't until the next day when he and Xiao Chen came back from buying clothes that he went to the bathroom to wash his hair and found that the water was pink.

He told Fang Mingzhu: "This requires stitches, a tetanus shot, and anti-inflammatory medicine."

Fang Mingzhu looked at him strangely: "Have you really lost your memory? How come you still know so much?"

She kept muttering that it was just a small cut and that if she pressed it with her hand, the bleeding would stop. Then she took him to the clinic and spent eighty dollars.

Xie Heng felt that she was inexplicably generous to him.

Her niece Zheng Qingqing pestered her for money every day, but she never gave her any. She even locked up the change in the counter every day.

The day before yesterday, Xiao Chen received last month's salary. She even remembered exactly when he broke a plate and wanted to deduct it from his salary.

Xie Heng removed the gauze himself and shaved the hair around the wound, which looked a bit funny. The crooked stitches showed that the doctor's workmanship was indeed sloppy. He looked carefully in the mirror and found that the wound had healed and the stitches could be removed.

He walked over to Fang Mingzhu, who was sitting at the table eating melon seeds. "Aunt Fang, it's time to remove the stitches from my wound."

Fang Mingzhu glanced at him, curled her lips, and stood up as if accepting her fate. She took out twenty yuan from the change drawer at the counter and said, "Give me back the rest!"

After Xie Heng had his stitches removed, he came out of Lao Zhao's clinic and walked back slowly. A car drove past him. The woman in the back seat was packing her bag with her head down. She had mountain-like eyebrows, fox eyes, and small ears. He could even see at that moment that she had a small ear hole.

He saw the car parked in front of the "Pearl Restaurant".

She got out of the car, her ankles and calves sparkling white, and she was wearing a pair of sparkling rhinestone high heels. She was wearing a one-shoulder dress with a white background and irises embroidered on it, and her long black curly hair was draped behind her head.

A young, tall and thin man came down from the driver's seat. He was quite handsome. He took out a suitcase from the trunk and went into the Mingzhu Restaurant with her.

Xie Heng frowned unconsciously and quickened his pace.

After a while, the man came out alone with empty hands. He got into the car, turned around and drove away.

When passing by Xie Heng, he seemed to deliberately slow down the car and glanced at Xie Heng through the open window.

Xie Heng also looked at him, but his expression was a bit sour, with a hint of scrutiny.

Secretary Xu drove around a corner, parked the car on the side of the road, and sent a message to Zhou Yanning: "I just saw Mr. Xie. He was coming to Mingzhu Restaurant. But for some reason, I felt that Mr. Xie had become very aggressive."