The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

Yes, ask someone who knows!

Di Xingchen got up quickly, dropped Su Weiyi, rushed back to the bedroom, took out his mobile phone and called Ji Tezhu, the call was quickly connected, and he asked straight to the point: Did I forget something very important? What, I have been with Xia Wei'an?

Assistant Ji on the other end of the phone was stunned by the question, and it took a long time before he murmured: President Di, you...remember?

Such a non-affirmative rhetorical question made Di Xingchen affirm the existence of that relationship he had forgotten.

Come to my house within half an hour.

After hanging up the phone, Di Xingchen went to the balcony, took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned on the railing, looking at the dark sky in the distance, the green smoke curling up in his hand, and the surrounding was silent and silent.

Su Weiyi stood behind and looked at the man, with mixed feelings in her heart. After learning about Di Xingchen's amnesia, her anger and accusations disappeared, and even when she saw the lonely back of this man, her heart overflowed Distressed.

She looked down at the ground, thought for a while, turned around and went back to the room to pack up her things, and left quietly.

A man like Di Xingchen is probably very obsessed with feelings. If he remembers the existence of that relationship, he probably can't tolerate other people in his heart anymore. Even if the mistress of that relationship is dead, he won't. Think about who else.

When she went out, she took a taxi on the taxi app and returned to her apartment. Since she proved her innocence on the Internet, there were no more black fans and paparazzi outside her community, which was a return to the cleanliness of the community.

Entering the house, he took out the luggage one by one with a dull expression like a puppet, and then went to the bathroom to wash up. After coming out, he suddenly felt that the room was a bit messy, so he started to clean up the house in the middle of the night.

Laundry, mopping the floor, in short, nothing to do.

Only in this way can I temporarily forget those things that I shouldn't think about, and calm my heart temporarily.

As for the emperor's residence, Di Xingchen was wearing dark blue silk pajamas and sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a cigarette between his fingertips. love between.

Those should be regarded as the unforgettable past, but when Ji Tezhu said it, he found that he couldn't remember it at all, and he felt nothing but a dull pain in his heart.

It took two hours for Assistant Ji to finish these things, and then looked at him worriedly, while he waved his hand to let Assistant Ji leave on his own.

Di Xingchen's words were like an imperial decree, no matter how much he worried, he didn't dare to stay, so he had to get up and leave.

On the way back, he still called Su Weiyi and begged her to come and accompany Di Xingchen, but after learning that she had just left the Emperor's residence, he was speechless and had no choice but to hang up the phone.

Su Weiyi cleaned up the whole house, and went to the balcony when he had nothing to do, staring at the lights of Wanjia outside the window in a daze.

In this way, without sleep all night, I stood on the window sill until the east turned white, and the sky gradually brightened.

The phone rang suddenly, she connected it, and Gu Qianye's voice came: I haven't had breakfast with you for a long time, I wonder if you are free today?

Yes, where will we meet?

Anyway, I can't sleep like this now, why don't I go out to relax, hang up the phone, go to the bathroom to wash up, I haven't slept all night, my complexion is not very good, the dark circles are heavy, she put on a layer of liquid foundation, and put on light makeup, It seemed that he was much more energetic before he went out.