Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

He didn't know that he would hear such news when he came to the ward gate of Tang poetry at this time, but when Su Qi's words reached thin night's ears, his heart read seconds and his breath quickened. His whole body was numb like blood.

Turning around, the tall figure of the man walked alone in the corridor. Later, his steps got bigger and bigger. At the elevator entrance of the hospital, Lin CI just stepped out of the elevator and ran into the thin night outside the elevator.

Lin dismissed two steps, "sorry, Bo Shao, Miss Tang's memory pressure has found a way to relieve..."

Thin night steps a meal, eyes are slightly red, turned to Lin Ci and said, "give me the document."

"You Won't you go to see her in the ward? "

Just so anxious to finish the meeting, didn't you just come to see Tang poetry? How come I have to go back as soon as I go up.

Bo Ye didn't speak, Lin CI followed him into the elevator, some doubts, but did not ask the exit.

Look at the expression on the thin night's face, it seems to be holding on, all can read can not say.

******

Su Qi was a little confused.

The mouth is open and not closed.

Tang Shi solemnly apologized to Su Qi, then said innocently, "because I don't remember you, I can't afford your confession."

This reason is very good, omnipotent, versatile, do not remember a word, all covered in the past!

She is easy to pass the buck!

Su Qi grabbed Tang Shi's hand. She had a pinhole on the back of her hand. The man relaxed his strength and pointed to himself with his other finger, "look at me."

Tang poetry nodded.

Su Qi swallows saliva, "am I handsome?"

Tang Shi's face is frank, "very handsome."

???????????? Su Qi didn't understand. He was rich and handsome, but he was so considerate. How could he be refused!

The man's only remaining self-esteem was shivering, "are you kidding?"

Tang Shi laughed, laughing quite beautiful, "I think you are playing with me."

With a crash, Su Qi's remaining self-esteem was shattered.

He wanted to pursue Tang poetry so seriously that people thought he was playing for fun!

Su Qi looked at her solemnly, "I'm not joking, Tang poetry..."

Tang Shi lowered his eyelids, took his hand out of Su Qi's hand and whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't have the past, so it's not worth the great loss of Su family. You come to amuse me again and again. In fact, it will be good when I recover slowly."

"No!" Su Qi was in a hurry. How could Tang poetry be remembered? If she remembered the bad things he had done before, then his efforts now would be in vain!

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember."

Su Qi worried, "just lost the memory just, you still complete whole you, do not have to force oneself to recall the past."

"Is it?" Tang Shi murmured, looking out of the window, but I think I have forgotten something very important. I have to remember it

We must remember who lived in her memories of the past, and cried in the dark with a vague and faint voice, Tang poetry, wake up, I'll make it up to you

Who, over and over in vain, would drag her out of the abyss Tang poetry can not remember, shaking his head, pressing the temple, "before I remember my past, I can not irresponsibly promise anyone."

She laughed. She was still that cold Tang poem in those years. She had her own unshakable bottom line and reason. Su Qi knew her strength well. She looked at her face for a long time. She gave a bitter smile and sighed, "OK."

******

Bo ye came to the hospital again that night. When he pushed the door into the hospital, he thought Tang Shi was asleep, but he didn't expect that she was not sleeping. She was standing on the edge of the kitchen utensils under the window, looking back at the movement and looking back at the bloody eyes of thin night.

At that moment, Bo ye had the illusion that Tang poetry was still the little wife who cooked for him.

She was a little flustered, pulling the corners of her mouth and laughing, "Hello, I didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I wanted to do supper..."

Bo Ye thought that he would rather go back to the time when Tang poetry gnashed his teeth and called him Bo Ye with hatred, rather than meet her now, when she simply and clearly used the word "hello" to summarize all relations.

Bo Ye stood outside the door with delicate eyebrows and indifferent voice. Looking at the flustered appearance of Tang poetry, he just said, "well."

He didn't seem to have much opinion about himself.

Tang Shi relaxed a little and laughed, "you sit for a while, thank you for coming to see me at night, but today I go home to sleep, so I am alone, a bit bored."

Since Tang Shi woke up, Bo Ye did not spend the night in the hospital.

The bed that had been used to sleep with people was neatly arranged, and there was no trace. Fate is also silent, taciturn, never mention that he was hard to sleep at night, guarding the day when she woke up.

Bo Ye sat down on one side and looked at the computer beside the Tang poetry table. "Are you and Tang Wei learning coding?"Tang Shi said while frying eggs, "well, he and I are interested recently."

Thin night staring at her thin back, "you How's the back injury? "

Tang Shi looked back, his face was strange, and finally he was alienated and polite with a smile, "much better. After stitching, the wound has healed recently, and it's a little itchy."

"Don't scratch it. It's contagious." Bo Ye pinches her eyebrows and looks at the simple communication of Tang poetry in this not so small VIP ward. The smoke-free pot makes a sizzling sound, and the hot oil is burned to explode one by one. The cooking skill of Tang poetry is not good, but the level of frying eggs is quite high. She fried the eggs and come out from the back end, and her posture is familiar as if she has experienced countless times.

Tang poetry himself also asked himself, was it ever For whom, fried eggs?

Later, when she put the eggs in front of the thin night, the man was staring at the half cooked sun eggs on the plate. Suddenly, the hand holding the knife and fork suddenly lost its strength. Once it was loosened, the knife and fork clanged to the ground.

Even if she forgets, even if her memory no longer exists, some habits are still rooted in her brain. When frying eggs, they are naturally semi cooked, and the tender ones will turn yellow. Thin night feels that her throat is like a ball of cotton, and countless emotions are clamoring to vent, but they are sealed in his body.

Tang Shi saw Bo Ye in a daze at the egg and was embarrassed, "sorry, I forgot to ask you about your taste. I don't know why I used to make it half cooked. If you don't like it..."

"No more."

He picked up the knife and fork from the ground and washed it again. He went to the small table and sat down. Shaking his voice, he said to Tang Shi, "thank you..."

Memories gradually broken, the old man has no way to go back, he had lost everything, now swept up again in front of him.