Chapter 292

He didn't know that when he came to Tang Shi's ward door at this time, he would hear this kind of news, but when Su Qi's words came to Bo Ye's ears, his heart read the second, his breathing accelerated, and his whole body was numb like blood.

Turning around, the tall figure of the man walked alone in the corridor. Later, he stepped bigger and bigger. Later, at the entrance of the hospital elevator, when Lin came out of the elevator, he 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, the eye is tiny red, turn a face, toward Lin CI way, "give me the document."

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

Just so anxious to finish the meeting, didn't you come to see Tang poetry after work? Why are you going back as soon as you go up.

Thin night didn't speak, Lin CI followed him into the elevator, some doubt, but didn't ask exit.

Look at the expression on thin night's face to understand, like to endure, strong support, all can read can't say.

******

Su Qi was a little confused.

The mouth is still open.

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

This reason is very good, omnipotent, versatile, a do not remember, they all cover the past!

It's easy for her to shirk responsibility!

Su Qi grabs Tang Shi's hand. There are pinholes on the back of her hand. The man lightens his strength. He points to himself with another finger, "look at me."

Tang Shi nodded.

Su Qi swallowed, "am I handsome?"

Tang poetry is frank, "very handsome."

“……” Su Qi doesn't understand. He is rich, handsome and so considerate. How can he be rejected!

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

Tang Shi laughs. It's quite beautiful. "I think you're playing with me."

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

He wanted to pursue Tang poetry so seriously that people thought he was joking!

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

Tang Shi lowered her eyelids, took out her hand from Su Qi's, and said in a soft voice, "sorry, I don't have the past, so it's not worth Su's coming to make me happy again and again. In fact, I'll be fine when I recover slowly."

"No!" Su Qi is in a hurry. How can he remember Tang poetry? If she remembered the bad things he had done before, wouldn't all his efforts now come to nothing!

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

Su Qi worried, "just lost the memory, you are still complete you, don't force yourself to recall the past."

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

We must remember who lived in the past she recalled. In the dark, she cried in a vague voice, Tang Shi, wake up, I will make it up to you

Who, again and again in vain to drag her out of the abyss Tang Shi can't remember it. He shakes his head and presses his temple. "Before I remember my past, I can't promise anyone irresponsibly."

She smiles. It's still the cold Tang poetry of that year, with her unshakable bottom line and reason. Su Qi knows her strength well, stares at her face for a long time, gives a bitter smile and sighs, "OK."

******

Bo ye came to the hospital again that night. When he pushed the door in, he thought Tang Shi had fallen asleep, but he didn't expect that she didn't sleep. He was standing by the kitchen utensils under the window, hearing the movement and looking back at Bo Ye's bloody eyes.

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

She was a little flustered and said with a smile, "Hello, I didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I wanted to do supper..."

Bo Ye felt that she would rather go back to the time when Tang poetry called him Bo Ye with gnashing teeth and hatred than meet her. She simply used the word "hello" to summarize the present of all relationships.

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

It seems that he doesn't have much opinion of himself.

Tang Shi relaxed a little and said with a smile, "you sit down for a while. Thank you for coming to see me late at night. I'll go home to sleep today, so I'm alone. It's a bit boring."

Since Tang Shi woke up, Bo Ye has not spent the night in the hospital.

The chaperone bed, which had been sleeping before, was well managed without any trace. Fate is also silent, silent, never mentioning that he was difficult to sleep in the middle of the night, guarding the day when she woke up.

Bo Ye sat down and looked at the computer beside the Tang poetry desk, "are you and Tang Wei learning to code?"Tang Shi said while frying eggs, "well, he and I are interested recently."

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

Looking back, Tang Shi's face was strange, and finally he said with a polite smile, "much better. I sewed the needle. Recently, the wound has healed, a little itchy."

"Remember not to scratch, it will infect." Bo Ye pinches her eyebrows and watches Tang Shi's simple communication in this not too small VIP ward. The smokeless pan makes a Zizi sound, and the hot oil explodes one by one. Tang Shi's cooking skill is not good, but the level of frying eggs is quite high. She cooks the eggs well and comes out with a posture as if she has experienced countless times.

Tang Shi himself asked himself if he had ever For whom, fried eggs?

Later, when she brought the egg to Bo Ye, the man stared at the half cooked sun egg on the plate. The hand with the knife and fork suddenly lost its strength. As soon as it was loosened, the knife and fork clanged to the ground.

Even if forgotten, even if the memory no longer exists, but some habits are still rooted in the depths of her brain. When frying eggs, they are naturally made semi cooked, and the tender ones will flow yellow. Bo Ye feels that his throat is like a mass of cotton. Countless emotions clamor to vent, but they are sealed in his body.

Tang Shi saw that Bo Ye was in a daze at the egg and suddenly felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask your taste. I don't know why I used to make it semi 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 a small table and sat down. With a shaking voice, he said to Tang Shi, "thank you..."

Memories gradually broken, old friends have no way back, he had lost everything, now swept back in front of him.

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