Hearing Shen Fengyan's name, Lin Qinghuan hesitated slightly, but he quickly reacted.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and smiled at Hu Xiahuan: "Then I have nothing to talk to you about." After speaking, he opened the car door directly and was about to go up, but before he opened the car door, he was stopped by Hu Xiahuan.

Lin Qinghuan's eyebrows twisted slightly, and when he looked at her, there was a bit of warning in his eyes: "Miss Hu, do you have to do this?" ”

Hu Xiahuan still stopped in front of Lin Qinghuan, neither humble nor arrogant, and had no intention of giving in: "Mrs. Rong, I just want to talk to you." ”

"You call me Mrs. Rong, what does Shen Fengyan's matter have to do with me?"

As for the title of Mrs. Rong, Lin Qinghuan didn't like it before.

Rong Che also likes to use this title to remind her to understand her identity, Hu Xiahuan, the same.

Hearing Lin Qinghuan say that Shen Fengyan had nothing to do with her anymore, Hu Xiahuan's eyebrows twisted unnaturally.

Naturally, all this was also seen by Lin Qinghuan, she chuckled lightly, and her tone was a little incredulous: "Miss Hu, do you not believe it, or ...... Regrets? ”

After Hu Xiahuan hesitated for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his tone was as stable as ever, still the same sentence as before: "Don't believe it or regret it, let's find a place to sit down and have a good chat, is it okay?" ”

Lin Qinghuan didn't want to go around in circles with her, since she wanted to talk so much, she didn't have to avoid her, as if she was very weak-hearted.

Closing the car door again, Lin Qinghuan followed Hu Xiahuan to a café near the school and found a relatively quiet corner to sit down.

Lin Qinghuan didn't speak, just looked at Hu Xiahuan who was sitting opposite him.

Hu Xiahuan ordered two cups of coffee, the waiter took the coffee and left, Hu Xiahuan took a sip slowly before he smiled and said: "Mrs. Rong, you may not believe it, in fact, we have known each other for a long time." ”

In this regard, Lin Qinghuan was quite surprised, looking at Hu Xiahuan's eyebrows twisted slightly, and at the same time trying to recall the past, but she was sure that she didn't know Hu Xiahuan.

Hu Xiahuan saw her blank face, and smiled slightly: "That day, Feng Yan asked me to go to a friend's house with him, I really didn't know that I would run into you, I was really shocked when I saw you." ”

As she spoke, Lin Qinghuan didn't speak, and listened carefully.

The corners of Hu Xiahuan's mouth pursed a warm smile, and her tone was as peaceful and gentle as ever: "Of course, with the unhappy past of the two of us, you were right when you saw my reaction that day, but the reaction just now ......" She said, looking at Lin Qinghuan with a smile for a while, and then said slowly: "Mrs. Rong, it shouldn't be, with my understanding of you, you are not the kind of person who makes grievances disappear." ”

Although Lin Qinghuan was calm on the surface, he was extremely at a loss in his heart.

According to Hu Xiahuan's words, what should have happened between the two of them?

But now, don't talk about things, Lin Qinghuan doesn't even know who the person in front of him is.

Hu Xiahuan looked at her with interest, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, took a breath of coffee in front of him, and said casually: "I'm curious, what have you been in charge of all these years?" I forgot about it? ”

After she finished speaking, Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath, the hand holding the coffee cup loosened slightly, then took a sip of it, and only looked up at Hu Xiahuan after putting it on the table.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he chuckled, "Are you important?" ”

Hu Xiahuan hesitated for a moment, but then lowered his eyes and smiled, and his tone raised a touch of self-deprecation: "Of course I don't have anything important." ”

Lin Qinghuan looked at her, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she smiled: "Since it's not important, why do I have to remember you?" ”

"Aren't I curious?" Hu Xiahuan held his chin idly, looked at Lin Qinghuan, and continued: "You don't remember me, but you remember Feng Yan, remember that you love him, you said that Feng Yan's affairs have nothing to do with you, how can I believe this?" ”

Hu Xiahuan thought that Lin Qinghuan had amnesia, didn't remember her, didn't remember what happened before, but she remembered Shen Fengyan, and she remembered all the past with Shen Fengyan, so it was strange if she wasn't curious.

Lin Qinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his mouth opened, and he stopped talking for a while, but he didn't say anything.

She was ignorant of the current situation.

If what Hu Xiahuan said is true, is part of her memory missing? But is that part, is there anything about Hu Xiahuan?

Lin Qinghuan thought carefully about everything she could think of, and all the things she knew now, whether it was before or now, she never felt that Hu Xiahuan was someone who would have a connection with her.

However, it would not be surprising if Hu Xiahuan liked Shen Fengyan a long time ago.

And about these, Hu Xiahuan didn't plan to hide it from Lin Qinghuan: "I follow Feng Yan is a childhood sweetheart, I have liked him since I was a child, and as you can see, he doesn't like me, he didn't like me before, and he doesn't like it now." ”

Hu Xiahuan's tone was sad but not sad, staring at Lin Qinghuan's face for a while, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled: "I was secretly happy when I first heard your name, because there is a word Huan in your name, before, I thought it was because of me." ”

Lin Qinghuan's eyes narrowed, and he was silent.

Hu Xiahuan said and laughed at himself: "However, I also know that he can only make any decision because of you." ”

Lin Qinghuan looked away.

Hu Xiahuan's eyes were still smiling: "You don't have to be unused to it, I've long been used to it." As he spoke, he paused, straightened his body and breathed a sigh of relief before saying: "I used to think that you couldn't compare to me, and my identity and family background couldn't compare with everything, but later I found out that my identity and family background are worthless in love." ”

She said slowly, unable to hear sadness, but there was too much helplessness in her tone: "After understanding that love has nothing to do with status and status, I think self-righteously that you don't love him enough." ”

"In my heart, the wind inkstone is dazzling, the light is bright, no one can compare to him, but he loves you so humblely, when he goes shopping with you, he helps you carry your bag, eat roadside stalls, you are drunk and he carries you on his back, and there is still your bag around his neck, and he can't even name the cheap bag."

Hu Xiahuan seemed to be accustomed to it, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice: "Now, you are the eldest lady of the Lin family, you can't compare to me in terms of identity and family background, but it's not much worse, say that you don't love her......" As she spoke, she laughed herself: "You can't say it's amnesia, but obviously I don't remember a lot of things, is it unforgettable?" Or can't you forget it at all? ”

Lin Qinghuan sat in his place and watched the traffic outside the café window, not knowing what to say.

What did she forget?

Why didn't she know anything, and besides, there was no fault in the memories she could think of.

So, what's going on here?

Hu Xiahuan took a deep breath, his eyes drooped slightly, and there was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth: "All things, now that I think about it carefully, I always feel a little shocking, and I also know that I have ended up like this, and I have an inseparable relationship with myself, but Lin Qinghuan, why?" I still don't understand, what is wrong with me compared to you? ”

Lin Qinghuan looked away, his eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice for a while: "I don't know." ”

I don't know.

She didn't even know about herself.

After Lin Qinghuan finished speaking, he stood up directly: "I'm sorry Miss Hu, I have work to do, let's talk another day." ”

"Feel free." Hu Xiahuan didn't force it.

Looking at Lin Qinghuan's appearance, she also knew that she was completely unaware of the loss of memory, and it was reasonable to want to digest it calmly.

Lin Qinghuan is now the envy of Mrs. Rong, does she need to worry about anything?

Hu Xiahuan dragged her chin with one hand, her eyes kept following Lin Qinghuan's back, watching her panicked and dodging the person she bumped into head-on, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily raised.

And Lin Qinghuan accidentally bumped into the person opposite, and immediately apologized: "Sorry sir, are you okay?" ”

The person on the other side didn't care, and his voice was hearty and clean: "I'm fine, but you, Miss, are you okay?" ”

"Me?" Lin Qinghuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.

The man chuckled, then took out a men's handkerchief from his pocket: "Did you quarrel with your boyfriend?" A man who makes a girl cry is not a good thing, and you should be happy to leave him. ”

Lin Qinghuan hesitated for a while, knowing that he had been misunderstood, he immediately explained: "No, no, you misunderstood......"

As she spoke, the man wiped the tears from her face with the handkerchief in his hand.

Lin Qinghuan hurriedly stepped back and kept his distance: "No...... No need, no trouble, I'll ...... it myself."

The corners of the man's mouth raised, and he didn't force it, but directly stuffed the handkerchief in his hand into her hand: "Take it first, and return it to me another day." With that, he went straight in.

Lin Qinghuan was stunned for a long time: "Where can I pay you back?" However, when I turned my head to look over, there was still the shadow of that person.

She stood there for a moment before finally deciding to leave.

And the other side.

Opposite Hu Xiahuan, who was making the handkerchief for Lin Qinghuan just now, the smile in his eyes became more and more intense: "What age are you, still playing this old-fashioned routine?" ”

The man's eyes fell on the set of coffee cups that Lin Qinghuan had just used, and the smile in his eyes became more and more gentle.

Hu Xiahuan glanced at him, turned his head to look away, and said with a little schadenfreude: "What did I say, she just lost her memory, but ...... As if there is selective amnesia, she doesn't remember us, but she remembers Feng Yan. ”

As he spoke, he was silent for a while, and then said in a slumber tone: "She still can't forget him, Feng Yan must know, otherwise, he wouldn't be so desperate." ”

The man leaned back on the chair with his legs folded, sighed and said leisurely: "Why is the relationship between our brother and sister so unsmooth?" ”