So You Have Loved Me Too

Who is the girl in the dream who always loves to hide and cry?

How old is he now? Is the person who claims to be his father his father? Where did his mother go?

Why, why can't I remember at all, but occasionally a vague picture flickers in my mind, and the girl cried and called him to save her.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows, plenty of sunlight shining into the room, sprinkled on the man, but could not drive away the gloom and gloom on his thin, handsome face.

After more than two months, the hair has grown back, why can't he remember anything?

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

Char opened the door and saw Ji Chicheng standing in front of the window, barefoot, and gave a distressed harsh sentence. Then he found Ji Chicheng's shoes at the bathroom door, bent over to pick them up, and walked to him.

Put the shoes on the ground and said to him: "Put on."

Ji Chicheng retracted his gaze from the window, looked down at the shoes on the floor, raised his feet, and put them on.

Then he slowly turned around, bent over and sat down on the chair, picked up the water glass, held it in both hands, the transparent water glass, white and slender fingers, carelessly rubbing the mouth of the glass.

He lowered his eyes, thoughtful.

Looking at him like that, Char frowned, bent over, sat down in another chair, glanced at the medicine bottle on the table, looked at Ji Chicheng and asked, "Did you take the medicine?"

"Yeah." Ji Chicheng nodded.

Suddenly, he lifted his eyelids and looked at Char, with deep black eyes, as if to see him through.

All those who watched Charles were vacant, "What's wrong? What are you doing looking at Daddy like this?"

"What did I forget? Who is that girl?" Ji Chicheng still looked at Char with his eyes unblinking, not missing his reaction and expression.

Charl secretly took a deep breath and straightened his waist to conceal his guilty conscience, pretending to be puzzled, "Which girl?"

Ji Chicheng's gaze would be stared so hard, his eyes didn't even dare to flash.

I'm afraid he will see the clues.

I can't tell him now, it's so special that even the doctor daddy hasn't called him up until now, this stinky boy, is the hatred for him before he lost his memory?

He didn't do anything harmful to him either, didn't he just almost robbed his wife?

Ahem... The hatred of taking a wife... It seems to be quite hate.

Mr. Char was thinking depressed, Ji Chicheng looked at him again, and asked with a certain tone: "Why don't you remind me of the past?"

Char's eyes flickered uncontrollably, and he straightened his waist unnaturally, making himself look like a person who sat down well.

He still didn't answer the question: "Why do you think so?"

Ji Chicheng didn't answer the question, "Actually you are not my father, you are my father-killing enemy, right?"

Char: "..."

Fuck, I'm standing here, who in this world can kill you, I?

But what is even more depressing is, does he look like the kind of villain who kills casually in his eyes?

Although he seems to be that kind of person, but...is that obvious?

The corner of Char's mouth twitched for a while, and then he deliberately said to Ji Chicheng in a humbling tone: "Don't talk nonsense, believe it or not, I will show you the DNA test sheets of the two of us. I still have many pictures with your mother. Read it?"

When mentioning his mother, Ji Chicheng's heart trembled again, his black eyes continued to stare at Char, "Where did she go?"