Does my wife remember me today?

This sentence has been repeated several times in my mind.

Confused, I looked down at him.

The wife seemed to have no intention of explaining, and buried her head deeper after saying that sentence.

I was not in a hurry to find an answer, so I let go of him, and the two continued to walk hand in hand under the night.

"Shall I take you back to the hotel?" I asked, "It takes more than 20 minutes to walk, how about I call a car for you?"

He didn't answer, but instead asked me: "What about you? I remember you were in the same hotel as us."

Maybe it was because I drank a little wine, or maybe it was because the hug just now was so nostalgic, I nodded without thinking: "Yes, but we are not in the same room with you."

he:"……"

I:"……"

The air between us was quiet for three seconds before it began to flow.I was shocked to remember what I said just now.

I wanted to say something quickly to make amends, but I heard him say: "Well, let's not call a car, just walk along the way and go back together."

No response at all to my dangerous statement just now.

I couldn't wish for it, but I was afraid that even though he didn't say he cared, I glanced at him quietly at this time, except for the blush on his face that I don't know whether it was from drinking or other reasons, there was no other abnormality.

"Then... let's go." I finally couldn't hold back, continued to hold his hand, and took a step forward.

Under the street lamps, our shadows dragged very long, and our two hands connected the shadows together, walking forward side by side.

It was already late when I walked back to the hotel entrance, my wife took out a mask and put it on.

Because of the shadow of being followed and filmed by an illegitimate student, we just walked in front of the automatic door. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, I wanted to pull my hand back.

Unexpectedly, my wife noticed my movement, and put the hands we held together into my windbreaker pocket first, then moved closer to me, and covered this little secret sideways: "It's okay, this way I can't see it anymore."

I looked at him in amazement.

I remember when I pursued him back then, he was obviously a cold-faced and warm-hearted fake high-cold little idol, whenever I approached him, I couldn't help but blush, let alone flirt.

But now... Although this can't be called anti-flirtatious, his psychological quality seems to have improved too much in an instant.

But without mentioning this, I just followed him to swipe my card into the elevator.

"What floor are you on?" He asked.

"33." I pressed the floor myself, and remembered that Qiu Yang had sent me his room number, so I pressed the button for the 28th floor for him.

Although I made some dangerous speeches just now, but... Forget it, don't be in a hurry.

The heating in the hotel is sufficient, and the hands we held together soon produced fine beads of sweat.

The elevator went up and soon reached the 28th floor.

I let go of his hand and stared at him—the blush from the road just now has dissipated, and now his cheeks are as clean and handsome as ever: "Good night."

The wife stood there without moving.

I was a little dazed, and this scene seemed to have happened once when I flew to Japan to find him.

At that time, he was still immersed in the shock of "can unlock my phone with his fingerprint", but now, I heard him lower his head without looking at me, his voice was a little cold, and he said: "Didn't you just say... you want to be with me?" Room?"

While talking, the neglected elevator automatically closed the door when no one responded, and continued to go up.

My name is Ji Chu.

My wife lost her memory, I came back to find him.

But, how did I find out, how did he become shy and active after losing his memory?

——Who can stand this.

He still lowered his head, as if he could see something new on the smooth marble floor tiles.

I didn't want to go so fast.But my daughter-in-law didn't give me a chance.

Since he tried to persuade him to stay, I didn't say any more nonsense, just stared down at the marble floor tiles in the elevator with him.

"33th floor, here we are."

A mechanical female voice sounded in the elevator.

I didn't think much, and impatiently pulled the person beside me into the room.

After closing the door, I didn't even have time to insert the room card, so I hugged him at the entrance.Being a gentleman is exhausting.

"Mr. Ji..." He spoke behind my back.

"Don't call me that." I still hesitated when I heard these three words.

I put my hand into his unzipped long down jacket, and slowly moved it up.

His physical reaction flinched as I expected, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he stretched out his hand and hugged me back.

My reason is like a ignited firework stick, shortening continuously in the gorgeous burning until the moment it burns out.

I was still searching behind him with one hand, while stroking his hair with the other. When I spoke, my voice was so low that it didn't seem to come from my own throat: "...Is this what you meant just now?"

I still want to double check.

He nodded slightly, responding to my words: "Yes."

I started to breathe heavily, and the fingers that were still running gently through his hair just now changed direction, turned to hold the back of his head, half-forcedly pulled him towards me, and lowered my head to find his soft lips in the darkness. Kiss him hard.

If it's the same as before, if it's the same as before...

After I have him, he will remember.

While exploring in his mouth vigorously, feeling the shy and timid response from the tip of his tongue, I was thinking about the law of backtracking.

We kissed for a long time in the porch.

I didn't let go until the kiss made him squat down exhausted.

I plugged in the room card, and the whole room lit up.

"I... I'm going to take a shower first." He looked at me and said, there was still a layer of mist in his eyes.

I nodded, and after he entered the bathroom, I threw myself on the bed comfortably and sank my body into it.

I heard the sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom, and I buried myself in the pillow thinking, fortunately, the secretary wisely booked a double bed room for me.

……

The next day I finally woke up first.

He was woken up by the person in his arms.

I vaguely felt that the people around me were turning over all the time, as if they were struggling with something, and finally turned around carefully, stretched out their bare arms to hug me, and pressed their chest against my back.

The hotel's curtains are very light-transmitting. When I found that my body reacted involuntarily, I thought it was not bright.

I turned my head sleepily and saw a person with red eyes beside me.

I was stunned for a moment, and after I realized it, I touched his head and said, "Remember?"

"Yeah." His voice was humming and a little muffled.

I pulled his chin and observed his expression carefully: "What's wrong?"

He was about to cry.

I just think he is extremely cute at the moment, and I hugged him: "Come."

Then, like last time, patiently explained this magical setting to him.

"So I have a question," I said after explaining everything, "why you obviously don't remember me, but let me...then what...do whatever you want?"

Even took the initiative to attack.

I made up the rest of the words in my mind.

I saw his face turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in the end he just smiled and didn't speak.

It wasn't until a long time later that I realized that what he said to me under the streetlight last night was true.

It's rare to have a few days of free time after Christmas. Today, when I went back to the airport with my wife, Qiu Yang looked at us with surprise: "Are you reconciled?"

After understanding the ins and outs of the matter, the wife nodded like a cover-up.

The past few days have been so comfortable, just like the many days and nights we have spent together.

With no journalists, no jobs, no furtive bastards, I squinted and yawned lazily on the patio basking in the winter sun.

If there is something... Maybe it is the little deer who has been telling me "I want to crack sugar" all day after learning the truth.

I gently hugged my wife who was taking a nap in the afternoon, and got closer to his face. I turned on my phone camera, took a beautiful selfie, and sent it to her.

[A kitty cake: [picture]]

[Xiaxia's sweetheart: Got it! !Pie brother! !After all, you are someone who has read so many novels, and you are not a straight man, how could you!Are you taking selfies with your iPhone's front camera? ! 】

[A kitten cake: ... Is there any problem? 】

[Xiaxia's little sweetheart: Forget it, it's nothing, I'm so sour with this kind of disaster lens. 】

I know Xiaolu doesn’t have any special requirements other than arguing for sweets all day long. As long as there is no official announcement about the work schedule, she will not ask too much. Even the photos I sent her just open the private mailbox every day to reap happiness. It won’t be saved to the phone, and it always gives me some suggestions, both out of concern, and out of fear that our relationship will be discovered by others.

In fact, I want to say that your idol is not as afraid of publicity as you imagined, you just don't know his tough attitude that is not afraid of death last time.

[A kitten cake: Today's candy is for you. 】

[Xiaxia's little sweetheart: woo woo woo thank you, brother cake, I think I am the happiest QAQ among Xia Xia's fans now! 】

[A kitten cake:?It's me, thank you. 】

[Xiaxia's sweetheart: Okay, okay, eat all my jealousy, pretend I didn't say anything. 】

I chatted with Xiao Lu again, and just after I locked my phone and was about to go back to the living room for afternoon tea, I received a call.

"Ji Xiaogou, bah, no, Brother Ji—!! Help me!" Bai Hao yelled loudly on the other end of the phone, and I felt a pain in my eardrum through the phone.

Fearing that Bai Hao's loud voice would wake up my wife, I walked a few steps before opening my mouth, and said impatiently, "What's wrong, what's wrong, I'm calling my soul."

Bai Hao's side is very noisy, he doesn't seem to be at home, he tried his best to pretend to be pitiful, but coupled with his hoarse voice, I just wanted to hang up the phone.

"This time it's real! Something really happened! Look, brother, I gave you my small shop for love and love two days ago. Now you can't just leave it alone!" Bai Hao "Crying".

"Okay, okay, talk well, what's wrong?"

"Listen to me, it's like this..." Bai Hao started a long speech.