The last memory stays at the amusement park.

She looked at Fu Yanze's figure under the light, and her brain suddenly hurt as if it was about to explode.

Fu Yanze......

It felt like an insomniac night in front of the window, every inch of nerves were aching, the bite of the lower lip was densely covered with blood marks, and I wanted to pour the bottle of sertraline into my mouth.

The heart is numb, and only the clear pain sensation stimulates itself over and over again.

Finally, in great pain, she remembered a name - Fu Yanze.

Although, she never met him.

While his thoughts were still confused, a deep and hoarse voice fell above his head: "Awake? ”

Jian Yunxi's gaze swept down, but fortunately he was wearing clothes, and his body was not uncomfortable.

She quickly leaned to the side and stiffened her neck, "You don't ...... How am I in your room? ”

The man propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, facing the sun, his eyes were half-squinted, his skin was fair and transparent, like a man who came out of a comic.

"This is your room."

She hugged the quilt in embarrassment, "Then why are you in my room?" ”

"I don't know who had a nightmare yesterday and desperately held my hand and said don't go."

Jian Yunxi: "......"

The blush on her face had not faded, her expression was confused, she had no memory of what he said, she used to wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares, but last night she seemed to sleep peacefully.

"Will you sleep a little longer?" The man helped her cover the quilt.

Looking at the handsome face that was enlarged close at hand, Jian Yunxi couldn't breathe, and his cheeks burst red.

"No need, I'll become a pig if I sleep again, I'm going to get up."

Fu Yanze glanced at her, and got up from the bed slowly, with an indifferent expression.

Looking at him buttoning the buttons of his shirt, his smooth chest was like jade in the light with a faint cold light, Jian Yunxi's ears were hot, and he quickly looked away.

She couldn't change her clothes in person.

After the man went out, within a minute, Jian Yunxi lifted the quilt and got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash.

When she went downstairs, there was no one in the living room, she sat on the sofa, her eyes were down, her eyebrows were warm and indifferent, her head hung as if she was pondering something, and her long hair was neatly arranged.

In her life, Fu Yanze's appearance was an accident.

In the past 21 years, Jian Yunxi has never doubted her memory, she clearly remembers that her mother, who was mentally ill when she was a child, was uncertain and often beat her, and she hid in the closet in fear and huddled into a small ball, hoping that her father would come back quickly, and the palpitations are still fresh in her memory.

The father said that the mother committed suicide and she did not remember.

Only this memory went blank.

The sound of steady footsteps interrupted her thoughts.

The man with a long body, stepping on the stairs from top to bottom, dressed in a sophisticated black suit, ironed without a trace of wrinkles, is as impersonal as himself.

The housekeeper greeted him: "Young master, breakfast is ready." ”

Fu Yanze's footsteps didn't stop, as if he didn't see Jian Yunxi sitting on the sofa at all, and walked directly to the restaurant.

Jian Yunxi stared at his back, blinked his clear eyes, hesitated for a second, and slowly spoke: "We've seen each other before, right?" ”

With a faint anticipation in her eyes, she craned her neck, earnestly waiting for his answer.

"Nope."

The man's thin lips spit out two words indifferently, and he didn't look back, and even Yu Guang refused to give charity.

Jian Yunxi was a little painful, could it be that she was really thinking too much?

It seems that this matter can only be talked about with my father.