Song Hengjue recognized him; he was Yang Qingheng's ex-boyfriend.
When Yang Qingheng got home, she saw the man sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed, looking unhappy. She changed her shoes, went over, pinched his ear, and said in a coaxing tone, "Why are you unhappy again? You don't have to go to work, isn't that great?"
Unexpectedly, the man looked up the next second and shook his head: "I was just thinking about something else. By the way, how did we get together?"
Faced with the man's direct gaze, Yang Qingheng paused for a second before telling the truth: "My parents forced me to get married back then, and you kidnapped me halfway through the journey."
She was still somewhat moved when she talked about it.
If Song Hengjue hadn't arrived in time, she probably would have become the wife of a mentally challenged man.
He gave Song Hengjue a big kiss.
He stared at her blankly: "So we got married? And then, why did we get divorced?"
Song Hengjue wanted to know too much. He tried his best to recall those things, but it felt like a piece was missing from his mind, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Ah!" he screamed, clutching his head tightly, nearly fainting from the pain.
Yang Qingheng's face was pale. She patted his back repeatedly to help him catch his breath, and said irritably, "Why are you thinking about that? It's all in the past. The doctor said your memory will gradually return. Don't worry."
Song Hengjue's eyes were red, and he hugged her waist, burying his face in her arms, his nose red and silent.
He had been thinking about whether he and she had some sweet romantic experience, but he didn't expect that it was just his fantasy.
He actually stole her!
Song Hengjue couldn't accept it. He bit his lower lip with his neat teeth and asked in a muffled voice, "Yang Qingheng, do you like me?"
Yang Qingheng was momentarily speechless at his question, and her face flushed.
Facing the former Song Hengjue, she would have said anything, even strange things, let alone expressed her liking for him. But facing the seventeen-year-old in front of her, her mouth seemed glued shut, and she couldn't utter a word.
That's so sinful.
"Don't you like me?" Song Hengjue felt the woman's long silence and his heart sank to the bottom.
The man, who had lost his memory, seemed to have shed his maturity overnight. He looked at her with pleading eyes.
Poor thing.
Yang Qingheng was soft-hearted. She gritted her teeth and rubbed his head hard: "How could I not like you? Don't overthink it."
Song Hengjue got his wish and buried himself deeply in her arms.
"Wait, step back a little." Yang Qingheng felt the man's lips accidentally brush against her chest, and her whole body stiffened.
Song Hengjue also realized it. Smelling the faint fragrance, he froze on the spot. After all, he was young and full of vigor, and interested in everything. Before long, he couldn't control himself.
Her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
They're boyfriend and girlfriend, and they were married before, so it's not impossible for this to happen now... right?
He convinced himself, and then there was no stopping him.
Women have needs too. Yang Qingheng had been holding back for a long time, and with someone seducing her like this, she couldn't stay sober any longer. The two kissed in no time.
Song Hengjue began to feel unsatisfied with just kissing, and his fingers hesitantly slid down.
Yang Qingheng touched his tailbone.
Song Hengjue trembled all over, his mind went blank, his breathing became tight, and his well-defined fingers gripped the buttons on her collar, shaking uncontrollably.
However, the more anxious he became, the harder it was to undo. In the end, he got so angry and frustrated that he tore the button off.
The sight of fair and delicate skin instantly caught Song Hengjue's eye, and he was completely stunned.
“…You! Stand up.” Yang Qingheng glanced at Song Hengjue’s face, then almost jumped up, grabbed a handkerchief, and pressed it against his face, forcing his head to tilt back.
Five minutes later, Song Hengjue covered his nose with a handkerchief, so embarrassed that he wished he could disappear into the ground.
Who would have a nosebleed gushing out right from the start of doing something like this?
Hearing Yang Qingheng's teasing laughter, she felt even more ashamed and aggrieved, and said in a muffled voice, almost pleading, "Can you please stop laughing?"
"Alright, alright, I won't scold you anymore, you little pervert," Yang Qingheng coughed, covered his cheek and forced him to turn his head, coaxing him, "Let me see how you are, are you still bleeding?"
"No, don't look." Song Hengjue looked embarrassed and fled in a panic, slipping into his room.
He's already embarrassed enough; he shouldn't let her see him with his face covered in blood.
Yang Qingheng found it amusing and didn't follow.
Song Hengjue must have been incredibly embarrassed. Let him calm down for a while; if he angers someone too much, there won't be any more opportunities to play next time.
Fang Nan walked in and saw a pool of blood on the sofa: "Holy crap, you hit Song Hengjue?"
The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.
He was already fed up with all the things going on at the company these past few days, not to mention Yang Qingheng, that violent and crazy woman, it was quite reasonable for her to hit Song Hengjue a few times when she lost her temper.
"Why would I hit him?" Yang Qingheng quickly straightened her clothes, cursing inwardly. How could Song Hengjue even give Fang Nan the key to this house? "Song Hengjue's nosebleed."
"Oh, oh," Fang Nan nodded subconsciously, then, realizing what was happening, added meaningfully, "Oh~"
Considering Yang Qingheng's disheveled appearance, it was easy to understand.
He jokingly reminded everyone, "He's just recovered from his illness, so you should all tone it down and not overdo it."
A sharp crack echoed in Yang Qingheng's brain. Looking at Fang Nan's teasing gaze, she wished she could just faint.
She felt a sense of embarrassment and guilt, as if she had been caught by the other party's parents sleeping with their underage son. She felt like a completely strange auntie now.
If she could go back ten minutes, she would never have impulsively hugged Song Hengjue.
But he showed no sign of it on his face, instead giving Fang Nan a cold snort: "Is that the kind of person you see?"
No, that's absolutely right.
Fang Nan thought to himself, "Have you forgotten about pulling down someone's pants in the toilet before?"
Unfortunately, the person in front of him was not only a friend but also his boss, so he didn't dare to say it out loud. He kept agreeing, "Of course not. President Yang is upright and honest. How could he do such a thing? It must be that shameless Song Hengjue who seduced you. I'll teach him a lesson later."
"Don't worry about your relationship," Yang Qingheng coughed and poured him a glass of warm water. "By the way, did you manage to get an appointment with a therapist as I told you yesterday?"
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