With chopsticks in his hand, Fu Nanli turned over the steak and sprinkled some rose sea salt on the surface of the steak. The sea salt slowly melted on the surface of the steak. Fu Nanli replied casually: "well, check with Li Fang there."

Wenjo licked the corner of his mouth nervously What does Dr. Li say? What's on the pathology report? "

Fu Nanli picked up the black pepper grinding bottle and looked at the people around him calmly: "do you want to add some black pepper?"

Wenjo nodded, "well."

The grinding bottle made a clattering sound, and he said faintly: "at present, the memory has not been restored. It is said that it is very difficult to recover."

Outside the window in front of the glass platform, it was dark. The transparent glass could clearly reflect her face and her expression.

She didn't steal joy, but she looked complicated.

As long as he lost his memory, she could stay with him as a liar.

However, she felt that it was unfair for him not to restore his memory. Amnesia was a kind of disease. She still hoped that he could have a complete and healthy life.

When the steak was fried and the soup was boiling, he put the pasta into the pot and filled the steak. Dinner was served in front of the French window.

When wenjo's hands were good, he would do it for her, not to mention her hanging hand. The steak was cut into easy to eat pieces, and the spaghetti was put on her hand.

He looked up and saw that she was a little depressed and asked softly, "what's the matter?"

Wen Qiaolian said, "ah? It's OK. Your hand is hurt. You'd better not touch water. Bowl... "

"There's an automatic dishwasher."

"Oh," wenjo said, holding the fork in his hand, rolling up the pasta and putting it into the mouth, he asked thoughtfully, "do you feel sorry that you have forgotten something?"

If he's not happy, she'll feel guilty.

Fu Nanli put down his knife and fork and touched her face: "there won't be any regret."

Wenqiao looked at him sideways: "really?"

Men's eyes inexplicably sincere: "yes."

Wenjo's little sense of guilt dissipated. Although she lied a little, she at least saved the life of Fu Nanli, and she was very good to him. He seemed happy at least now.

She comforted herself, carefully doing psychological construction.

However, Fu Nanli did not dare to let her know that she had recovered her memory. She was afraid that she was a deer in the forest. If there was any disturbance, she would leave her own world in panic.

Wenqiao's loss came and went quickly. She was happy to learn that Fu Nanli was not unhappy because of amnesia.

After dinner, he helped Fu Nanli carry dishes into the kitchen.

Fu Nanli helped his forehead: "you are still injured. Please sit down for me."

Wenqiao leaned close to him: "your finger is also injured, let's share weal and woe."

The girl's smile was bright and the light in her eyes was very moving. Fu Nanli thought that even for her smile, he would hide some things that should be hidden at all costs.

After dinner, the two of them nestled on the sofa, and Fu Nanli took the invitation to her: "there will be a charity dinner party for cruise ships in two days, you can take your brother to play, you can make some friends, I have a job, so I won't go with you."

Wenjo took the invitation: "are you flying to Helsinki?"

"Well, let Xu Shen be the captain in two days. I'll fly with him twice. If it's feasible, the workload will drop sharply in the future."

Wenqiao nodded: "Xu Shen certainly can."

Fu Nanli slightly squinted at her: "you will speak for him."

"The people you bring out must be able to do it." She said it very firmly, and Fu's vanity was satisfied.