Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Ye Shengge froze slightly.

"Yes, I've always been so active." She bit her lip, tentatively, "Don't you remember?"

Ji Shiting's eyes flashed and he pulled his hand back, nodding calmly: "Yes, I don't remember."

Ye Shengge's eyes widened, and then she squeezed a smile: "Shi Ting, you are lying to me again, right?"

He is not unpretentious to pretend to be amnesia.

Ji Shiting looked at the uneasiness and anxiety in her eyes, her thin lips tightened, and the answer was replaced by silence.

Ye Shengge stared at him momentarily, but did not see the slightest jokes from the man's eyes.

"Impossible..." She grinned reluctantly, "Shi Ting, this joke is not funny at all. You know me clearly, you know my name."

"It's not difficult to know your name. I even know who I am, but I just know it." The man said lightly. "What happened three years ago is blank for me."

Ye Shengge was shocked, her face pale, her lips moved, and after a while it was difficult to squeeze out a sentence: "So you have been silent for three years...you don’t remember, you don’t Knowing that I am waiting for you..."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." The man looked at her pale face and suddenly his heart flicked slightly. He looked away and paused. "Maybe you need to be alone."

The woman's expression was stunned, as if she had been hit by a huge blow, and the whole person could not recover.

Ji Shiting squeezed his lips tightly, and finally looked at her, then turned and walked to the door.

He didn't want to disappoint her in pain, but it was. He couldn't remember how he got along with this woman before, and he didn't know how to respond to her passion.

Originally, he did not intend to meet her.

However, when he saw the woman's lost and sad back, he couldn't help speaking after all.

Perhaps for her, she is more willing to have a husband who loves her even if she has no news, rather than the one who has completely forgotten her now.

Thoughts flowed through, Ji Shiting had approached the door, reaching for the door handle.

"You are not allowed to go." The woman behind her suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse but firm.

Ji Shiting's eyebrows twisted slightly, his movements stopped involuntarily. While he was still hesitant, the woman had come over and hugged him from behind.

The woman's chest pressed against his back, and the soft touch came across the clothing, making his muscles a little tighter.

"I don't care if you really forgot me or not. In short, you are not allowed to go." The woman's voice came with a deep crying voice. "You are my husband. You must stay with me tonight. I will stay with you tomorrow. You go back to Yuan's house and figure out what is going on."

Speaking of the last sentence, she was already gritting her teeth, as if she had a hatred of someone.

Ji Shiting's breath was slightly chaotic, and for a while, he suddenly said hoarsely: "Ye Shengge, you should know that to me, you are just a stranger."

Ye Shengge's nose was sour, and he resisted the urge to cry.

"Well, how about it, you will get acquainted when you get along with each other for a long time." She sniffed her nose. "Aren't you curious at all? For example, what did you look like before, how did you know me."

Ji Shiting's throat rolled, and Shen Sheng said, "No, I prefer to learn the truth myself."