When she calmed down, she returned to the study again, and before that, she also went to check the door to confirm that it was locked, and then she was relieved.

She broke off all the layers of paint that felt thick to the touch, studying the words below, trying not to recall the past, but to string together the information with logic.

In doing these things, Wenting felt like an outsider who watched from the sidelines. But she had to do it, or the headache would leave her at a loss.

After sorting out these things as quickly as possible, Wen Ting probably understood that this should be who she was going to hand over to before, and pass it on to the person she called "husband".

But because of her amnesia, the matter was put on hold.

But who is this husband? As soon as she thought about it, her head began to hurt again.

There's no way, it's better to find this connector as soon as possible, maybe this person is the most worthy of her trust.

Was Jason Ming lying to her before?Anna, was their enthusiasm and warmth fake?All of this was so mysterious, Winting couldn't believe it.

She quickly tore the designs to shreds, cut the parts with the text into pieces the size of fingernails and flushed them down the toilet.

As soon as she sat down and rested for a while, the maid outside began to invite her down to dinner.

Wen Ting nodded, walked to the restaurant with a cold face, and looked at Anna with a little more scrutiny.

"What's wrong? Isn't it uncomfortable?" Anna saw that Wen Ting was different from before, and quickly stepped forward to touch her forehead.

Wenting stepped back, avoiding her touch. "It's okay, maybe I'm a little tired just reading the design draft. ”

"Oh, that's right. Eat more, replenish your energy!" Anna's smile was still as warm as usual, but Wen Ting couldn't feel the warmth of being cared for.

As she ate, she suddenly asked, "Who did I give these designs to before?" Can I contact him and help me find inspiration?"

"ML company, it seems that their chairman has always come to connect with you before, and he came here a few days ago. But it was Jason Weir who helped contact him before, and when he comes back, I'll help ask, is it okay?"

Getting the answer he wanted, Wen Ting also nodded and continued to eat and stopped talking. Don't ask too many questions, too many can easily arouse their suspicions.

Back in the room, she was in no mood to continue the design, and when she finished picking out her phone in the afternoon, Wenting was tinkering with her phone.

But even if you have this phone, it doesn't seem to be of much use, and the diamonds sparkling are very good-looking. It's just that she can't access the Internet at all, and she doesn't know who to call.

But can the phone really make calls? She was skeptical, feeling that the Jason family was very wary of her getting in touch with the outside world.

But the more she did, the more she wanted to find out.

"Can I make calls on this phone, but I don't have Jason Ming's phone number, can you tell me the number?"

Anna enthusiastically helped her save Jason Ming's number, and by the way, she also entered her own.

Wen Ting, who got the number, decided to try to see if she could get through, so she found an empty balcony and pressed the call button.

"Hey, hello, Jason Ming. Who are you?"

Wen Ting's heart was snickering, it seems that although this phone can't be connected to the Internet, it is still a little useful. "Wenting. ”

"Is this the phone you bought when you went shopping with Mommy today?

"It's okay, but I can't use the Internet, and I don't know if I can't use it, I feel like I can't do anything after amnesia, like a waste. ”

Wenting began to deliberately test his attitude, trying to confirm his own conjectures.

Sure enough, Jason Ming was not surprised at all that his mobile phone could not access the Internet, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

"Oh, you can't use the internet. The manor is too big and occasionally the signal is not good, but the phone is used to talk, so it's good to be able to call. ”

This answer made Wen Ting's heart cool by half, and it seemed that even Jason Ming was consciously cooperating with them to hide something.

A conjecture gradually took shape in Wenting's head, if it was the Jason family that caused her amnesia?

In other words, it was all intentional on their part. But what do they want to do with themselves? Want to marry Jason Ming?

Wen Ting couldn't believe it, aside from anything else, Jason Ming was handsome, and there was no shortage of money and power, judging from what she knew during this time, Jason Ming might also be the heir of the Jason family.

Such an excellent man needs to use this kind of inferior means to marry a wife?

A strange person popped up in her head, after the memory loss, the Jason family had arranged a doctor's consultation for her, when the doctor was followed by an old man with white hair, who looked old, had a long white beard, and his clothes were a little tattered, quite a bit of a secluded worldly master in the mountains and forests.

But Wen Ting inadvertently glanced at him a few times, and found that the way this man looked at him was really strange. It's like a beast looking at its prey and smiling meaningfully.

It was that smile that made Wen Ting's hairs stand up, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to look at the old man again during the whole consultation.

After she finished the call, she found herself inadvertently walking into the corner, and for a moment of confusion, she heard some heavy footsteps outside.

Not like a dexterous servant, more like a slow-paced old man.

But after hearing the sound of talking, Wen Ting realized that there were actually two people walking, and the other person was walking without footsteps at all.

The two of them whispered and didn't know what they were talking about, and she heard that there was an old man's voice who was Jason Ming's grandfather, but the other voice seemed to have never been heard.

At least, there has been no such memory since she lost her memory. The position where she was standing now was very hidden, and she couldn't see it at all if she didn't probe over.

The things the two of them talked about seemed to be relatively private, and Wen Ting didn't know if he should go out to say hello now.

During this time, the subtle etiquette still prevailed, and it really shouldn't be such a thing to eavesdrop on people's corners, and as soon as she moved one foot, she faintly heard her name.

Frightened, she shrank back all at once, which was completely a natural reaction, and Wen Ting thought she had been discovered.

But when she thought about it, she didn't do anything, she just came here to make a call, what was there to be a good heart.

My heart was relieved, and I could gradually hear the conversation outside. As the voices of the two men got closer and closer, the voices she could hear became clearer and clearer.

But when she heard the next conversation, she felt that she was glad she didn't go out.

Otherwise, how could they have known about their plot so quickly?