The next day, at noon.

The black Bentley slowly slid into the Bai family's mansion, and Bai Ze did not come back overnight. When she walked into the hall, Aunt Lu happened to come out of the kitchen, "Sir? Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat? ”

Bai Ze shook his head, "No, what about Xin Chen?" ”

"Miss Xin painted a day's work yesterday, and Mona brought it to dinner. After breakfast this morning, I went to the studio. ”

As soon as Aunt Lu's words fell, Bai Ze stepped on the stairs on the second floor.

At that time, Xia Xingchen said that he wanted to learn to paint, so Bai Ze transformed a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor into a studio. When Xia Xingchen first learned portrait sketching, he asked him to be a model in style, but because the painting didn't look like it, Xia Xingchen wanted to tear up the piece of paper, but was snatched by Bai Ze, and so far Xia Xingchen didn't know that the painting was hanging in the BM president's office.

Pushing open the door of the studio, Xia Xingchen was concentrating on drawing on the sketch paper with his back to him, the tip of the pencil's nose rubbing against the sketch paper, making a gentle rustling sound.

On the ground were some crumpled discarded drawing paper, Xia Xingchen drew very seriously, and did not feel his arrival at all.

"So seriously, what are you drawing?" Bai Ze smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and then approached her.

On the paper was a rough portrait of a person, and when the face was clearly visible, Bai Ze's eyes darkened, and even his face gradually stiffened.

He ripped away the drawing paper clipped to the drawing board, stared at Xia Xingchen's face tightly, and his voice became low, "Who is he?" ”

Xia Xingchen was a little dissatisfied, she stood up all of a sudden, trying to get back the piece of paper, "Bai Ze, what are you doing!" ”

"Who is this? Who are you drawing? ”

"Bai Ze, you give it to me!"

Bai Ze's breathing gradually became short, the knuckles of his fingers that he grabbed the drawing paper gradually turned blue, and his other hand grabbed Xia Xingchen's shoulder, "I said, who is he?" Xin Chen, answer me! Do you remember something? Who is he? Do you know him? ”

This can't be, how is this possible! He had already asked Xiule to block all of Xia Xingchen's memories, she couldn't remember Leng Yan, how could she think of Leng Yan!

"I know him, don't I?"

Xia Xingchen looked at Bai Ze's eyes and spoke word by word.

A trace of panic flashed in Bai Ze's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by his composure, the painting paper in his hand fell to the floor with his letting go, he gently hugged Xia Xingchen with both hands, and said softly, "Xin Chen, let's get married." ”

"Bai Ze, you sue me, who am I?"

"You are Xin Chen, my fiancée, the mistress of this house."

"But why, I just can't remember it at all."

"Xin Chen, I need to go abroad to deal with some things. When I get back, we'll get married, okay? When we get married, we'll go to all the places we've been, and maybe you'll remember it, okay? ”

After Bai Ze left, Xia Xingchen squatted on the floor of the studio alone, she picked up a ball of waste paper casually, opened it, and it was a cold portrait.

No matter how she painted, she didn't feel like him.

"I must know you, don't I? But why don't you recognize me? Why do you say you don't want to see me?! Who the hell am I? Who am I? ”