Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

The phone hit the man's body, and then fell to the ground, making a clear sound.

"If you want to see it, take a good look! The lock screen password is 0224!" Ye Shengge dropped the sentence, didn't even wear shoes, stepped on the floor and stood up, returned to the bedroom angrily, then slammed the door. .

Rao is so, she is still shaking with anger.

She always thought that even if he had amnesia, she would still love her unconditionally and trust her, but it turned out that this was all her wishful thinking.

After all, they couldn't get back to the past.

Thinking of this, her eyes were hot, and her tears still fell.

She leaned against the door and slid slowly on the floor, remembering the gentleness and perseverance of the man at the beginning, and remembering her three years of waiting and perseverance, her heart could not stop the pain. If he could never recover his memory, wouldn’t they... they would never be able to return to their past?

She knew it was not his fault, but what did she do wrong?

...

In the living room, Ji Shiting sat on the sofa and picked up the phone on the floor.

Ye Shengge uses a mobile phone brand owned by T.S Group. It seems that the quality of the mobile phone is good. At least there is no damage to this drop. At this time, the screen has darkened.

Ji Shiting's expression was cold, and there was still no emotion in his dark eyes.

In fact, when he saw the anger and injury in the woman’s eyes, he had a slight regret, but he couldn’t stand being held in the drum, so after a few seconds of meditation, he still pressed the home button and entered the lock screen. password.

The screen lights up, which is the interface of WeChat. The top nickname of the dialog box is "Achen and Qing'er", and the head picture is two fleshy baby fists.

This is obviously two people.

The pupil of Ji Shiting zoomed in slightly and clicked into the dialog box. The latest message was [Talk Time 3:46], which was just a few minutes ago.

He pressed his lips tightly and slid upwards. However, more than ten consecutive messages were recorded in the video call, there was no text, and this account did not open a circle of friends.

And the intervals of video calls are not regular, sometimes there are no days apart, and sometimes there are consecutive days.

This shows that when there is a call record, Ye Shengge is not with them.

He once again clicked on the big picture of the avatar. The two small hands were side by side, but the two hands did not belong to the same person. Ji Shiting could see a slight difference.

These are... two children?

No wonder the dialogs are full of video and no text, because these are two children and they still can't type.

Achen, Qinger.

He meditated on these two names, and suddenly a conjecture emerged in his heart. This conjecture caused his heartbeat to stop suddenly, and his breathing became very heavy.

Ji Shiting clenched his cell phone suddenly, he was afraid that he would think too much, and then he would rejoice, but...

He turned and strode toward the bedroom, pushed open the door and walked in.

The woman was lying on the bed with her back to him, and her black hair was spread on the pillow.

Ji Shi Ting knot slipped, slowed his breath as much as possible, walked over step by step, standing in front of her.

Ye Shengge opened his eyes and saw the surprise and disbelief in the man's eyes. He knew he probably guessed it.

She sat up from the bed and reached out to him, her voice calm: "You should read it well? Can the phone return me?"

"Who are Achen and Qing'er?" The man's voice was hoarse.