Xu Jing's hands were warm, but Li Jingjing didn't have the heart to care about herself and his affairs now, and her mind was full of what the doctor said.

"Patient Gusier, who suffered a violent blow to the head, may have impaired memory......"

Impaired memory...... Impaired memory...... Impaired memory...... followed Xi Yanggui into the office, Gu Sier sat down on the sofa chair upright, and waited for Xi Yanggui to finish sorting out the materials and then go to dinner.

The place where the two of them ate was a Western restaurant, and I don't know how coincidental it was, it happened to be near the hotel where Gu Sier lived, diagonally opposite, and it seemed that it was only a dozen meters away.

The decoration of the western restaurant is very popular nowadays, very trendy and dazzling, and at the same time, it also has a strong classical style.

In the spacious box, after artificial careful arrangement, the balloon streamers are all missing, in addition to the gauze tent, with hazy beauty.

On the long square dining table, candles in the shape of hearts had already been lit, and the faint light was flickering at this time. In the middle was a large bouquet of flowers, with clear dew drops on it, delicate and dripping.

Xi Gu and the two sat facing each other. In front of the table is a plate with seven ripe steaks. There was a goblet next to it, and the red liquid in it was clearly red wine.

The boxes were not lit up, but were lit by candlelight on the tables and the bright lights of the city outside the window.

At this time, the breeze blowing outside the window would have brought the heat of summer, but today it is still cool, making people feel comfortable and comfortable.

The breeze blows up from the glass window, and the candles in the box sway.

The night was quiet, and neither of them spoke much, lest they disturb this beautiful moment.

They quietly enjoyed this candlelit dinner.

The two deliberately slowed down, and the meal was very slow, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when it was over.

Going out of the Western restaurant, Xi Yanggui took Gu Sier's hand and didn't let go for a moment.

I didn't do anything, I didn't say anything, I just interlocked my fingers, walked quietly, and took a walk after a meal.

Gu Sier was not very familiar with the imperial capital, so he just followed Xi Yanggui's footsteps, walked around the streets of the city, roamed around for about a circle, and finally went around and returned to the same place.

When Xi Yanggui stopped, Gu Sier looked up, as if it was the hotel she was staying in.

Xi Yanggui glanced at Jiang's mother coldly, and turned around to check whether Gu Sier was injured. Seeing the nail scratches on her arms and face, a touch of distress flashed in her eyes, and he pulled her to the surgery to treat the wound.

Gu Sier didn't speak the whole time, and quietly endured all this.

The corridor on this floor of the hospital is particularly long, as if there is no end, and there is a hateful cry from Jiang's mother behind her: "You slut! I'm waiting for you to sit in prison! ”

In Gu Sier's memory, it was the first time she was so sentimental.

After the Lantern Festival, the statutory holiday ends.

JG Studio hasn't been open for a long time, and Li Jingjing plans to officially go to work after the holiday.

Gu Sier hasn't opened a new article recently, so he doesn't need to rush the manuscript, so he goes to work in the studio with him.

At the end of the year, we received a few orders for half a year, and it was time to start preparing.

In the past, laziness became a habit, and suddenly she went to work normally for a week, Li Jingjing couldn't stand it, and quietly escaped.

On the 24th day of the first lunar month, Monday, February 17th.

Near noon, the studio's big client came over. Coincidentally, he is still half an acquaintance of Gu Sier.

"Miss Jiang, hello." Gu Sier smiled lightly.

Jiang Yi glanced at Gu Sier, who was dressed in work clothes, looked up and down, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Should I call you Daodao, or Searle?" ”