Wen Zhi almost shouted out the last sentence, and his rising and falling chest revealed his anger.
He glared at Sang Qi.
Si Mingchen had not yet recovered from the shock he had just experienced. As for Wen Zhi, he tried his best to calm down, and spent the rest of the time looking directly at Sang Qi and confronting him.
Wen Zhi's actions left Sang Qi with no room for excuses. He had thought that one day Wen Zhi would recover his memory, but he had not expected it to turn out so ugly, or even to have an awkward confrontation on the spot.
Sang Qi looked at Wen Zhi and said, "Are you confused? Xiao Zhi, I don't understand what you are saying."
Seeing that Sang Qi was still playing dumb, Wen Zhi became even angrier: "I'm now suspicious that you didn't deliver the love letter to Si Mingchen when I asked you to do so."
"You've sent me a love letter?" Si Mingchen's deep eyes were filled with surprise, and he held Wen Zhi's hand a little harder: "You really wrote me a love letter?"
Wen Zhi curled his lips, his eyes mixed with a hint of embarrassment. Si Mingchen must think that he is a little fool for not sending the love letter to the person himself, giving people with bad intentions an opportunity to take advantage of it.
"Yes, but Sang Qi told me that day that you rejected me."
Wen Zhi only had a guess about this matter and was not sure that it was Sang Qi who did it.
...
...
He was afraid that if it was really Si Mingchen who rejected him back then, how embarrassed he would be now.
I'm afraid he will go crazy again.
"So did you refuse?"
Wen Zhi was feeling uneasy and secretly glanced at Si Mingchen.
“I didn’t get any love letters.”
After he finished speaking, Si Mingchen had already walked up to Sang Qi, grabbed him by the collar, and started punching him.
The intense movement of the two caused their cell phones, keys and other items to scatter on the ground.
Wen Zhi was stunned for a second, then immediately joined them to help Si Mingchen beat Sang Qi.
Sang Qi had deceived him for so many years and it had made him suffer a lot.
God knows how miserable he was back then.
Even after Si Mingchen went to study in France, he still brought Xiao Donggua to secretly watch him.
That’s all.
This dog Sang Qi actually returned to his tricks even after they got married and kept talking nonsense in Si Mingchen's ear.
A dog can tolerate this, but he cannot.
Wen Zhi followed suit and kicked twice, feeling very happy. Suddenly, Si Mingchen stopped and said, "Zhizhi."
Wen Zhi was in high spirits, his eyes full of excitement: "Hmm?"
Si Mingchen smiled indulgently: "Kick him, don't kick me."
Wen Zhi blushed for a moment, quickly withdrew his hand, and hid aside like a little quail to stop disturbing her.
“S-Sorry.”
He was so nervous that he even bowed awkwardly. When he bent down, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He squatted down, pretended to tie his shoelaces, and whistled.
Sang Qi no longer had the opportunity to argue, so he simply vented all his unhappiness and jealousy over the years, treating Si Mingchen with no mercy and being ruthless everywhere.
Fortunately, Si Mingchen had practiced fighting, so after knocking Sang Qi down, only his tie was a little messy and a button on his shirt was missing.
Sang Qi stood up panting, the corners of his mouth were bloody. He took a last look at Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen, smiled up at the sky, and said, "I will make you pay the price."
Wen Zhi almost rushed over to argue with him.
He and Si Mingchen paid the price?
Are you kidding me? It's the other way around, right?
Si Mingchen had no intention of letting Sang Qi go, but an important ceremony was approaching and he needed to go to the front desk immediately to take charge of the situation.
The shirt was completely unwearable. When Si Mingchen was adjusting his cuffs, he did not notice the dark gaze behind him.
Wen Zhi pulled at his pants, not knowing how to face Si Mingchen next.
In fact, he was quite disappointed. He always felt that Si Mingchen liked Xiao Benbi, not him.
At twenty-seven, he is mature, charming and funny.
Why does Si Mingchen have to keep thinking about Xiao Benbi?
hehe.
It turns out that men all like small ones.
Ming Yantang's plan was actually only half implemented.
The remaining half...
Sudden.
Wen Zhi let out a few intermittent cries of pain.
Si Mingchen turned around quickly.
Wen Zhi was already kneeling on the ground with his hands covering his head, like a twisting zombie, his expression out of control.
Physiological tears welled up uncontrollably, and Wen Zhi felt that his acting skills had reached their peak.
"Zhizhi, are you feeling unwell again?"
Si Mingchen put his arm around Wen Zhi's waist and was about to carry him to the hospital, but his arm was suddenly grabbed.
Wen Zhi, who was in so much pain just now that she was about to cry, suddenly raised her bright eyes. There were a few drops of residual tears on her slender eyelashes, making her look pitiful.
The deep voice was filled with anxiety, and Si Mingchen looked down at him: "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhi pouted: "Si Si, what happened to me just now? Why don't I remember anything?"
Wen Zhi's performance made Si Mingchen somewhat doubt his own understanding of the world. He looked at Wen Zhi quietly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the moisture from the corners of Wen Zhi's eyes.
Si Mingchen's gentleness made Wen Zhi a little at a loss. His eyes fluttered and he lowered his eyes nervously, afraid that Si Mingchen could see that he was acting.
"You should have remembered what happened in the past and confronted Sang Qi, telling me that you wrote me a love letter."
The other party's serious answer made Wen Zhi breathe a sigh of relief. He poked at you secretly, "Let me tell you, I've never been with him, but I wrote you a love letter?"
Si Mingchen laughed softly: "Well, do you remember the contents of the love letter?"
Wen Zhi almost wanted to blurt it out, but suddenly realized that he should not know the contents of the love letter.
So he shook his head: "I don't know."
Si Mingchen asked again: "Don't you remember what happened just now?"
Wen Zhi nodded and said frustratedly: "Well, I am such a stupid beauty."
Si Mingchen curled his lips secretly, his eyes narrowed with a hint of intrigue: "He is indeed a little fool."
Wen Zhi spread his hands: "Now our misunderstanding has been explained clearly, right? It doesn't matter whether I recover my memory or not."
Simingchen said nothing, holding his hand: "Let's go to the ceremony first, I need to change my shirt."
Wen Zhi said "Oh" and let Si Mingchen pull her.
Sure enough, Ming Yantang’s method was very good. Although it made him seem a little silly, since only Si Mingchen saw it, it was not too embarrassing.
Passing by the lounge, Si Mingchen was about to go in to change clothes. Wen Zhi stole a glance at Si Mingchen's abdominal muscles and stood at the door in a serious tone: "I'll guard the door, you go change."
Simingchen: "Guarding the door?"
Wen Zhi: "To prevent someone from coveting you."
Simingchen laughed: "Why do you think someone would covet me?"
Wen Zhi no longer answered, but closed the door tightly and stood there like a little policeman on duty.
Poor man, he was played around by him. He actually believed what he made up.
Wen Zhi sighed, feeling sorry for Si Mingchen being played around with.
Soon, he and Si Mingchen went their separate ways. When passing by the signature board, he ran into Jiang Xingnan taking a photo, while Song Chengyu was talking to the big boss of the capital nearby.
He discovered that Song Chengyu's dress was a ready-made dress from PA's runway show, while Jiang Xingnan's was a dress that could be bought in an ordinary luxury store.
So, Song Chengyu should have gone to buy clothes with Jiang Xingnan.
The entertainment industry is indeed a world of fame and fortune. Because of that bastard Sang Qi, Jiang Xingnan's fame plummeted and his commercial value almost hit rock bottom. But fortunately, there is Song Chengyu, otherwise it would be too difficult for Jiang Xingnan to fight alone.
"Wen Zhi, long time no see." Ye Qiao stopped beside Wen Zhi, holding a wine glass.
Wen Zhi quickly recalled and found that he did know this person, and his name seemed to be Ye Qiao.
Ye Qiao's clothes are exquisite, and she still looks like an elite and artistic person: "How are you doing recently?"
Wen Zhi: "Very good."
Ye Qiao: "Are you here with Mr. Si?"
Wen Zhi nodded: "Yeah."
Ye Qiao smiled humorously: "Would you like something to drink? I'll get it for you."
Wen Zhi was polite and distant: "Thank you, I'm not thirsty."
Ye Qiao did not leave because of Wen Zhi's rejection. Instead, he asked seriously, "Who did you hire for the styling team of your movie? I'm quite interested. Can I join?"
Wen Zhi replied: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Ye, but the subject of this movie may not require big-name costumes and props. They are all relatively ordinary, telling the story of teaching in the mountains."
Ye Qiao raised his eyebrows: "So that's how it is."
Wen Zhi remembered that last time Si Mingchen was jealous of Ye Qiao, he didn't want to talk to Ye Qiao any more, so he made up an excuse to get away quickly.
In front of the stage, Si Mingchen was taking a photo with another organizer, surrounded by some of the more outstanding actors in the domestic entertainment industry.
Wen Zhi looked at those veteran artists with both virtue and talent, and applauded everyone while sitting below.
In fact, ever since the last charity dinner incident, his relationship with Si Mingchen had almost spread throughout the circle and was no longer a fresh secret. However, the two of them never made it public, so no one made fun of it openly.
Wen Zhi sat in the middle, and people passing by would look at him intentionally or unintentionally.
In the past, he was very strong-willed and always believed that his career should be separated from Si Mingchen as much as possible, just like the boundary between Chu and Han.
Now that he thinks about it, his self-esteem is just a symbol of coldness and politeness in Si Mingchen's eyes.
Wen Zhi regretted wasting four years of marriage.
If only they were both braver.
There was a constant sound of flashing lights all around.
Wen Zhi's eyes were filled with a moment of sadness, but they were beautiful and moving under the light.
At this time, he discovered that Jiang Chengshu had also come to participate in this ceremony, which inevitably aroused doubts. Jiang Chengshu is not a star, why would he participate?
His eyes followed Jiang Chengshu and fell on Kang Yiqi, a partner of Si Sheng Group. Judging from their close relationship, Jiang Chengshu should have come with her boyfriend.
He sincerely wished them well, and at the same time he felt deeply sorry for his secret jealous behavior back then.
In fact, during the four years of marriage, he had had many opportunities to ask Si Mingchen whether he still had feelings for Jiang Chengshu.
As long as he asked once, the conflict between the two would naturally be resolved. Why would they go to the point of divorce?
However, his hurt self-esteem when he was young made him completely lose the courage to speak. Faced with being rejected by someone you like, who can muster the courage to bear the chance of being hurt again?
Wen Zhi is a coward and he can't bear it.
Si Mingchen on the stage had finished taking the group photo. Because his shirt was damaged, he temporarily changed into another light-colored suit. It was a pity that their couple outfits were wasted today.
Wen Zhi was actually very curious. Since Si Mingchen liked her, why didn't he confess to her?
Or was it that, given Si Mingchen's situation back then, he didn't have the courage to confess to her?
They are both mouthless.
Si Mingchen was deceived by Sang Qi to this extent, but he never revealed his true feelings to him once.
Wen Zhi thought of the divorce agreement again.
There are still three months until it takes effect.
It probably... doesn’t count.
But it shouldn’t matter. Anyway, he has “amnesia” now. Wouldn’t it be easy for him to find a chance to destroy the divorce agreement?
Anyway, it would be a bit embarrassing for him to go back on his word to Si Mingchen with a smug face and say that he didn't want a divorce anymore.
No matter what, he is the most popular little prince Chibi in the universe, so spoiled to death.
Wen Zhi was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Si Mingchen coming next to him. When he noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he discovered Si Mingchen.
When they looked at each other, Wen Zhi was panicked and quickly avoided looking away, gently burying his face.
Si Mingchen handed the juice in his hand to Wen Zhi: "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Zhi whispered, "I'm thinking about what to eat tonight."
Si Mingchen suggested: "My work is over, do you want to go somewhere with me?"
Wen Zhi then raised his head and looked at Si Mingchen curiously.
Ten minutes later, Si Mingchen took him to the top floor of the art gallery, and they sat in a rocking chair together to look at the stars.
This art museum is the tallest building in the country. It is a tourist attraction with rich vegetation and lawns, and even many tulips and champagne roses.
"Si Ming——"
"Sisi, how do you know this place is so beautiful?"
Si Mingchen took off his coat and put it on Wen Zhi: "I looked up the strategy."
Wen Zhi: "Strategy?"
Si Mingchen said calmly: "Dating strategy."
Wen Zhi couldn't help but smiled: "You are so stupid." Looking at Si Mingchen's affectionate and gentle eyes, he changed the subject: "You are so loyal."
Si Mingchen: "Because we have never been in a relationship, we wanted to give it a try. After looking up the guide that day, we wrote it down on our phone. I didn't expect that we would come early because of the event."
Wen Zhi picked up the champagne rose on the rocking chair and sniffed it hard: "It smells so good."
Si Mingchen raised his watch and looked up at the sky: "Zhizhi, I remember there was a photo of fireworks in your Penguin Space album. Do you like it?"
Wen Zhi thought of the origin of the photo and whispered, "That one, I seem to remember, it was taken on the birthday of a very important person to me. I can't remember the exact time, it was in April."
After saying that, Wen Zhi glanced at Si Mingchen.
He hinted so obviously.
If Si Mingchen couldn't hear it, he would be a fool.
Sure enough, Si Mingchen turned to look at Wen Zhi, his eyes filled with suppressed deep surprise.
March 20th is his birthday.
In April of that year, he went abroad to study.
He remembered that every year on his birthday, Si Sheng would set off fireworks and use LED screens to celebrate for him.
He said at the time that these forms were meaningless, but his grandparents still keep this form to this day.
So, can he think like this?
Wen Zhi always had him in her heart back then, and took this photo downstairs of Si Sheng’s building on his birthday.
At this moment, fireworks suddenly rose into the air, spreading across the entire night sky and illuminating the terrace.
Wen Zhi's profile was clearer in front of Si Mingchen.
Wen Zhi was holding a champagne rose and enjoying the fireworks display very much. His calves were shaking, just like his mood.
"Did you know there were fireworks ahead of time?"
"Yes, I arranged it."
Wen Zhi noticed from the corner of her eye that Si Mingchen was looking at her. Her ears flushed and she deliberately turned her face away.
That wasn't enough, so he blocked it with a rose.
This is such an old-fashioned way of preparing fireworks, but he loves it.
Wen Zhi blinked and took the opportunity to glance at Si Mingchen.
Is he so charming, cute, gentle and handsome?
Si Mingchen stared at him with his eyes wide open, wishing he could hug him right away.
Is the look too blatant?
Wen Zhi has not forgotten that his character is that of a little fool.
Now, he would definitely pout his lips and let Si Mingchen kiss him.
That's too unreserved.
He doesn't do that.
Even if Si Mingchen took the initiative to kiss him, he might not accept it.
He is not someone who can be kissed by everyone.
"Zhizhi." Si Mingchen suddenly called his name.
Wen Zhi looked up to find the voice, and Si Mingchen had already leaned close to his ear and bit his lips.
Wen Zhi immediately became distracted, put his hands in his pockets, and clenched his fingers.
The gentle touch of his lips kept reminding him of the feeling of kissing, and at this time Si Mingchen put his arms around his waist, gradually deepening the kiss.
Two minutes later, Si Mingchen left.
Wen Zhi was breathing heavily and wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.
Even though Si Mingchen was an old rogue, kissing him was pretty good.
Wen Zhi recalled that this kiss smelled like fireworks.
After the fireworks ended, Wen Zhi ran in front of Si Mingchen like a rabbit, running faster than anyone else.
Si Mingchen smiled and said, "Zhizhi, why are you running so fast?"
Wen Zhi covered his buttocks and did not stop: "I have diarrhea."
Si Mingchen laughed out loud. Shouldn’t one hold one’s stomach when having diarrhea? Why hold one’s butt?
I can't even act.
That night, Wen Zhi was too shy to look up until she got home. Whenever Si Mingchen called him, he would feel embarrassed and blush, as if he was a good virgin who had been molested.
When I went to bed at night, the little winter melon and little pumpkin that I hadn't seen for a long time reappeared in my room.
Wen Zhi turned them sideways, blocking the junction between him and Si Mingchen, and faced Si Mingchen's puzzled gaze, and said coquettishly: "Si Si baby, actually I haven't been feeling well recently, and I went to see a doctor."
Wen Zhi's private hospital medical card has been with Si Mingchen all this time and has never been touched. God knows where Wen Zhi found the doctor and what illness he had treated.
Si Mingchen had just finished taking a shower and said patiently: "Zhizhi is sick, why didn't you tell me?"
Wen Zhi sighed: "I'm afraid you'll worry."
Si Mingchen: "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Zhi's eyes were dim: "I feel uncomfortable there, and my kidneys have been not doing well recently."
Si Mingchen nodded meaningfully: "So that's how it is. What does the doctor recommend?"
Wen Zhi: "Let the little one rest for a few years - no, a few months."
Si Mingchen patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay. Treat yourself well. A good mood is the real good."
Wen Zhi was deeply moved and crawled into bed feeling guilty.
Isn’t it not good for him to do this?
Si Mingchen is too gullible.
Wen Zhi was destined to be sleepless this late night.
Si Mingchen turned off the lights, his eyes deep in the dark night, as if he could see through everything.
As time passed, Wen Zhi returned to the crew. While filming, he was counting the days until Si Mingchen's birthday.
His current filming frequency is about four days on and two days off, which gives him plenty of time, but he often stays up late when filming.
He had a night scene that day. He was wearing a military coat, holding a thermos, and coughing heavily.
He will have a day off tomorrow, so he has to find time to buy a gift for Si Mingchen, and he can't be too perfunctory.
He remembered that in previous years, the gifts he gave were mostly expensive. No matter what the type, millions of dollars were spent, and the thought was shown.
Of course, he is more cheeky.
All the money spent was Si Mingchen's.
But this year, he had to have something special.
Ming Yantang has a lot of clever ideas, and he plans to copy homework.
Ming Yantang was very mean on the phone: "Want to make your Si Mingchen's 29th birthday still fresh in your memory?"
Wen Zhi nodded: "Yes."
Ming Yantang: "How about you play a harp for him naked? Or pole dance next to the harp naked?"
Wen Zhi: "I have no shame?"
Ming Yantang: "Well, I'll mail you a transparent jumpsuit and you can put it on."
Wen Zhi: “…” What’s the difference between that and not wearing anything? Are you trying to cover up your mistakes? How about he just cover his head with a black blindfold? Even if there is video footage, he can deny it and pretend that the person is not him.
Jiang Xingnan came over and handed him a cup of hot milk tea: "Just bought it, drink it while it's hot, no sugar."
Wen Zhi smiled and said, "Thank you."
Jiang Xingnan looked at Wen Zhi's expression as she drank the sugar-free milk tea and asked, "Xiao Wen, is the sugar-free milk tea delicious?"
Wen Zhi licked the corner of his lips and said, "Drink."
Jiang Xingnan smiled: "How uncomfortable would it be if you drank sugar-free drinks every day?"
Wen Zhi shared her secret to skin care: "My buddy likes skin that is tender, so I have to take care of myself to prevent skin oxidation."
Jiang Xingnan asked with a bit of honesty: "But before I saw you, I would order several desserts every day."
Wen Zhi swallowed a sip of sugar-free jasmine milk tea.
That's because Xiaobenbi is greedy. He would never eat so unrestrainedly.
"It's also sugar-free." He lied to Jiang Xingnan.
Jiang Xingnan believed it this time and found that Wen Zhi did have experience in skin care.
"Your skin was really good some time ago. It's been a little worse recently. Maybe you ate too much sweets."
Wen Zhi: “???” He just started to quit sugar recently! Did Jiang Xingnan see it wrong?
So, Wen Zhi finished filming this night scene in a state of doubt about his life, and did not get into the nanny car to go home until four in the morning.
Lying in the back seat, he was exhausted.
I thought to myself that I must take a shower after returning home and have a good sleep. He slept like this until ten o'clock in the morning. After being woken up by the alarm clock, he went out to look for food on an empty stomach.
While eating, he kept thinking about Si Mingchen's birthday present. For some reason, the image of him dancing naked kept appearing in his mind.
It’s all Ming Yantang’s fault.
Let the seeds of evil take root in his brain.
After learning that he had returned home, Si Mingchen rushed back at noon. Si Mingchen can have a rest every Saturday, but Wen Zhi is not there, so Si Mingchen simply goes to the company to work overtime and prepares to take a few more days off to accompany Wen Zhi on the crew.
Wen Zhi was packing his suitcase in the bedroom at this moment. Just now, he quietly brought back the things from the suburban manor. Anyway, he is not divorcing Si Mingchen, so moving back as soon as possible would show his attitude.
He, Niuhulu Wenzhi, was a person who attached great importance to the sense of ritual. He must come back the same way he left this house.
Holding the divorce agreement in her hand, Wen Zhi always felt like it was a time bomb, making this sweet marriage that had finally begun to seem shaky.
So Wen Zhi decided to destroy it.
"Zhizhi, what are you looking at?"
The sudden voice made Wen Zhi tremble all over.
He slowly turned around and showed an innocent smile: "Sisi baby, you're back."
Si Mingchen slowly approached, put his hands on his waist, and rubbed his fingers repeatedly: "Hmm."
Wen Zhi endured the itch and embarrassment and held up the divorce agreement: "Si Si, where is your share?"
Si Mingchen seemed to be thinking: "Let me look for it, it doesn't seem to be here."
After a moment, Si Mingchen handed him his share: "Can you take a look at this?"
Wen Zhi explained simply: "Although I don't remember the things about us signing the divorce agreement, I am curious whether our agreements look the same."
Si Mingchen sat on the sofa, looking at Wen Zhi quietly: "Well, the same, we can continue to sign the supplementary terms."
Wen Zhi naturally knew that the two agreements must be the same. He just glanced at them and walked slowly towards the balcony in front of the bedroom.
There was a wind blowing outside, neither strong nor weak.
It feels very comfortable when it blows into the house.
Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi holding up the two agreements. He didn't know what the other party was thinking about and was very curious.
Suddenly, Wen Zhi's hands trembled twice.
The two agreements fell directly into the water circulation system used to maintain plants on the balcony.
In just two seconds, everything was soaked.
Wen Zhi was very anxious and fished with his hands. After a long time, he didn't get the agreement out, but the paper became wrinkled and the signatures on it could not be seen clearly.
Wen Zhi felt very regretful and looked at Si Mingchen with apology.
"I'm sorry Sisi, I'm such a clueless idiot. You gave me the original copy, right? Both original copies are gone. What should I do now?"
Si Mingchen narrowed his eyes and held back a meaningful smile: "The copy I gave you is a photocopy, the original is at the company."
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