Wen Zhi had mixed feelings at the moment, including shame, excitement, agitation, resentment, etc., which made him lower his head and hold his forehead, and then cover himself with the quilt and dare not see anyone.
Now, his brain was severely blacked out, and what happened an hour ago gradually became clear to him.
Sang Qi!
If we were to say what his most intuitive feeling is right now, it is that he definitely wants to cut Sang Qi into pieces.
Sang Qi actually took advantage of his amnesia to fabricate some unfounded stories and destroy his reputation. This kind of scum should be thrown into the sea to feed the fish!
The more Wen Zhi thought about it, the angrier he became. At the same time, he was also thankful that the stimulation of this incident allowed him to recover his memory, otherwise he would still be fooled by that bastard's lies.
The pain in his head continued to increase, and Wen Zhi continued to recall the details of this period, his heart beating faster and faster.
Si Mingchen, how should he face it?
Pulling the quilt, he hid inside, extremely panicked. He couldn't even believe that the memories of this period were real.
Si Mingchen's love for him was what he had always dreamed of. He even turned into a humble little bootlicker, thinking that it would be good if Si Mingchen liked him a little.
...
...
But I didn't expect to get it so easily.
It seems that Si Mingchen is deeply in love with him.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhi began to curse Sang Qi, the scum who was evil to the core.
He didn't expect that in the past few years, Si Mingchen actually thought that he liked Sang Qi?
Wen Zhi's cheeks flushed with anger, and he wished he could kick Sang Qi a few times right now to vent his hatred.
What made him even angrier was Wen Qishan's attitude.
How did Wen Qishan become involved with Sang Qi?
So disappointing.
Wen Zhi lay on the pillow, legs crossed, thinking about the timeline of why Sang Qi had hidden these things from him.
He felt that the two must have done something together and had been hiding it from him and Si Mingchen.
Whenever Wen Zhi thought of Si Mingchen, his ears would involuntarily feel warm.
Big baby Sisi?
This name is so corny.
He would never call Si Mingchen like that.
It’s okay to call him in private.
It's really embarrassing to call a variety show like this in front of the whole country.
He is not a naive and innocent little boy in his prime.
Si Mingchen could really bear it.
However, all signs indicate that Si Mingchen is fooled.
Wen Zhi took out his cell phone and quickly told Ming Yantang and the others the good news, while also cursing Sang Qi, the little jerk.
Just as he was furiously imagining how to settle accounts with Sang Qi, a voice came from the door.
"Xiao Wen, how do you feel?" Song Chengyu and Jiang Xingnan walked in with the director of the program team.
Wen Zhi has not yet sorted out the network of relationships he had during the period of amnesia. Facing the somewhat unfamiliar Jiang Xingnan and Song Chengyu, he felt a sense of unreality, as if the memories in his brain were just an implanted record and he was temporarily unable to adapt to the new social environment.
"I feel...not bad." Wen Zhian's quiet appearance caused everyone to worry, thinking that he was still not feeling well.
Song Chengyu looked at Wen Zhi's dazed look and said gently, "Does your head still hurt? When I sent you here just now, you woke up for a while and kept complaining about a headache."
Looking at his idol from his youth, Wen Zhi shook his head stiffly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Song Chengyu: "That's good."
The director was also shocked to learn that Wen Zhi had fainted. He has just contacted the agent but has not yet contacted the family.
"Xiao Wen, who are your family members? Do you need me to contact them and let them know?"
Wen Zhi murmured: "Family members..."
Suddenly, he sat up straight and said, "No, I'm fine. It's just a minor injury. Don't disturb my old father."
Song Chengyu smiled at him: "Do you need to contact me--"
He didn't say the last two words. There are some people here who don’t know the relationship between Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen, so it’s not very convenient.
Wen Zhi knew who he was going to talk about, and quickly refused: "No need, I'm already 27 years old, I can do it myself."
Jiang Xingnan observed Wen Zhi's every move and felt that something was wrong with him since he woke up from fainting.
"Xiao Wen, the doctor said you don't need to be hospitalized anymore. If you still feel unwell, you can ask the doctor for permission, but this is a small hospital and the medical conditions are poor."
Wen Zhi: "Thank you, I'm fine."
At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door. Wen Zhi looked outside the door nervously, as if he had telepathy with Si Mingchen.
Sure enough, Qing Wan followed Si Mingchen, and the two of them rushed in quickly.
Wen Zhi's mind went blank for a moment. He immediately took off his ugly five-toed socks and got into bed, pretending to sleep.
My heart is beating "boom" "boom".
He was the only one who could hear it.
He was caught off guard by Si Mingchen's sudden appearance and didn't know how to deal with it.
Whenever he thought of the time they had spent together, he felt extremely embarrassed and complained that he was already 27 years old, but still acted like an ignorant boy who had just started a relationship and blushed whenever he saw his partner.
In bed, he secretly looked at the ugly clothes on himself and regretted not changing them earlier.
Si Mingchen was completely unaware of what Wen Zhi had just done.
Walking to the bedside, he still had the chill of early spring on him, and asked anxiously, "Is Zhizhi awake?"
Song Chengyu nodded: "Yes, I'm awake."
Although the director wanted to ask Si Mingchen why he came, he still controlled his desire to gossip: "Mr. Si, Xiao Wen is fine, don't worry."
Simingchen nodded and picked up the quilt with his left hand, but did not lift it up completely: "Why are you covering your head with the quilt? It's so stuffy."
The director was stunned. It was not right to explain. If he didn't explain, it would seem that they didn't care about their colleagues in the crew.
Song Chengyu came to the rescue: "Since Mr. Si is here, we will leave first. Xiao Wen just woke up for a while and is in good condition. Don't worry."
Si Mingchen looked at Song Chengyu and said, "Please send Wen Zhi to the hospital. Thank you."
Song Chengyu: "Mr. Si, you're welcome."
After saying that, the seven or eight people in the room left together. As soon as they walked into the corridor, the director immediately gossiped, "Teacher Song, are President Si and Wen Zhi in a relationship?"
Song Chengyu: "Maybe."
Director: "No wonder the charity dinner was such a big deal. Xiao Wen is so innocent. Mr. Si must really like him."
Jiang Xingnan said to himself, "You can't hide your love for someone, but please keep this a secret."
Director: "Of course, I'm not a gossipy person."
Song Chengyu was thinking about what he had just said, his gaze falling on Jiang Xingnan's emotionless eyes, looking a little lonely.
In the ward, Si Mingchen found a pair of five-finger socks thrown on the ground. He stood up, picked them up, and put them on Wen Zhi's feet.
Wen Zhi felt Si Mingchen's warm palm and felt strange in his heart. He didn't know whether his feet smelled or not, so how could Si Mingchen dare to touch them.
After a moment, the corner of his quilt was lifted.
He quickly closed his eyes.
Si Mingchen just sat next to him and looked at him, with no intention of leaving. Wen Zhi had to pretend to be asleep to avoid the embarrassment of looking into Si Mingchen's eyes.
"Doctor, how is my lover?" Si Mingchen's tone sounded very heavy.
The doctor replied: "It's nothing serious, you can be discharged from the hospital."
Si Mingchen didn't quite trust the medical conditions here, so he discussed with Qingwan: "Can I ask the crew for a few days off? I want to take Zhizhi back for treatment."
Qing Wan was a little hesitant: "Let me ask."
Si Mingchen: "Please ask Song Chengyu why Zhizhi fainted. His physique is not that bad."
Wen Zhi narrowed his eyes and dug his toes into the ground in embarrassment when he heard the name "Zhizhi". Although this is indeed his nickname, the origin of the name is very childish. When he was very young, he always imagined himself as a little prince in the castle, a noble little baby who needed to drink rose dew.
So, he stuck to Lin Qingzhi, wanting a nice nickname.
This is how the name Zhizhi came about.
As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.
He actually asked Si Mingchen to call him like that?
Aren’t you afraid of being reminded of that non-mainstream period?
Si Mingchen noticed Wen Zhi's unusual movements and leaned close to his ear: "Are you awake?"
The familiar mint scent surrounded me.
Wen Zhi's mind was filled with the shameless things the two did late at night.
Wen Zhi's trembling eyelashes completely betrayed him. He could only open his eyes and avoid Si Mingchen's gaze: "Awake."
Si Mingchen said in a gentle voice: "Does your headache hurt?"
Wen Zhi: "It doesn't hurt."
Si Mingchen placed his palm on his hair and rubbed it gently: “I was shocked when I received Qingwan’s message.”
The touch on my ears is tingling.
Wen Zhi turned his head and his cheek happened to be buried in Si Mingchen's palm.
If the memories of that period of time in the past always gave him a sense of unreality, then the real contact now made him truly begin to feel the feelings between them.
He jumped up like a frightened deer and touched the side of his face: "I don't need to take a leave, my body is fine."
Si Mingchen: "Did you hear that?"
Wen Zhi lowered his eyes: "Yeah."
Wen Zhi's subtle changes still caught Si Mingchen's attention. Normally, the other party would have stuck to him and cried out in pain, but now she was very calm. Si Mingchen even read some evasion in her eyes.
"Zhizhi, are you frightened?"
Si Mingchen took his hand and wanted to hug him in his arms, but Wen Zhi just stood there motionless.
"hug."
Si Mingchen stared into Wen Zhi's eyes and spoke in a gentle voice.
In four years of marriage, Wen Zhi had never seen Si Mingchen like this. His straight back stiffened, then slowly tilted, leaning against Si Mingchen's chest in an extremely unnatural way.
The familiar touch and temperature made Wen Zhi feel confused, and the tips of his ears gradually turned red.
Because he felt Si Mingchen's strong chest muscles.
Wen Zhi's eyes were moist, her heart was beating like a deer, and her face turned pink unconsciously.
Si Mingchen looked down at him: "Zhizhi, do you have a fever?"
Wen Zhi drooped his moist eyelashes and shook his head gently: "No, it's just a little hot." After saying this, he rested his head on Si Mingchen's shoulder and complained about his own disappointment in being so easily succumbed to Si Mingchen's beauty.
Si Mingchen: "That's good."
The night was slowly getting darker, and Si Mingchen asked, "Should we stay in a hotel or here?"
"We?" Wen Zhi was startled, his eyes panicked: "You go back to Jiangjing City, I can stay here for one night."
Si Mingchen's eyes gradually darkened, and his tone was a little tentative: "Zhizhi, are you angry with me? I always feel that you are not so clingy to me after you wake up."
Wen Zhi hesitantly explained: "I'm not angry with you. You're so nice, why should I be angry..." In the end, his voice became smaller and smaller.
He was just a little shy for a moment.
It is hard to accept that in the last second she had decided to divorce Si Mingchen, and in the next second they were both sweet and loving together for the rest of their lives. The cold male god instantly turned into a gentle and filial husband.
What's more, there is a divorce agreement between the two of them.
None of this is the point.
The key point is that he was the one who took the initiative to propose the divorce agreement.
Simingchen looked puzzled: "Then go to sleep, I'll sit here with you."
Wen Zhi immediately refused and finally looked at Si Mingchen: "That won't work. You will get sick."
In just a moment, Si Mingchen's slightly lost look made Wen Zhi's heart feel deeply gripped.
In the past, Si Mingchen had never expressed such emotions, as if he was always calm and composed.
"You sleep with me."
Wen Zhi made up his mind and solemnly left the other side of the bed to Si Mingchen.
Si Mingchen looked at him: "Okay."
When sleeping at night, Wen Zhi turned his back to Si Mingchen, his mind completely clear.
During this period, his famous quotes frequently appeared in my mind.
He felt that he was so stupid in high school.
Stupid, funny and unsophisticated.
But...Si Mingchen seemed to like him that way.
Wen Zhi thought back to the time when he first met Si Mingchen. He believed Sang Qi's words and mistakenly thought that Si Mingchen liked cool and quiet boys, just like Jiang Chengshu. He even foolishly played that kind of character for four years after his marriage.
Jiang Chengshu is obviously just an ordinary friend of Si Mingchen, but he actually misunderstood him for so many years.
He has a really stupid brain.
Wen Zhi suddenly remembered his confession letter.
He had made up his mind to confess his love to Si Mingchen, so he practiced his penmanship for a week and asked Sang Qi to give a love letter full of sweet words to Si Mingchen.
But in the evening, Sang Qi asked him to meet, so that he could see with his own eyes Si Mingchen taking Jiang Chengshu, who had sprained his ankle, home. At first, he didn't think it was a big deal. They were all friends and it was only natural for them to help each other.
But Sang Qi's next words sent him to hell.
The cover of the love letter contained Si Mingchen's rejection reply.
Now, Wen Zhi finds it ridiculous when he thinks about this incident.
He was so young and ignorant at that time that he believed Sang Qi's lies and gave up on Si Mingchen.
Otherwise, with Si Mingchen's affection for him, it would be a natural thing for the two of them to be together.
If he were a girl, maybe his children would already be wandering around the streets.
The more Wen Zhi thought about it, the angrier he became, and his liver ached badly.
Si Mingchen soon noticed that his breathing was rather rapid, and patted his shoulder with his hand: "Zhizhi, are you having a nightmare?"
Wen Zhi quickly responded: "No."
Si Mingchen took the opportunity to stretch his arms under Wen Zhi's neck and gently pulled him back, and Wen Zhi rolled into Si Mingchen's arms.
He accused silently.
seduce!
This is definitely seduction!
In the dark night, Wen Zhi's expression was stiff and he hated Si Mingchen's behavior very much.
But, Si Mingchen’s arms felt so warm.
He rubbed it, found a comfortable position, and placed his right hand on Simingchen's abdominal muscles: "Simingchen, good night."
Simingchen: "What's your name?"
Wen Zhi suddenly realized that he was exposed.
Xiao Ben doesn't call Si Mingchen like this usually.
His face flushed again, his brows knitted tightly together, not wanting to utter such a cheesy name.
Sisi? Warm?
Only primary school kids would say this, ok?
He is the invincible superstar in the universe, Master Wen.
Wen Zhi's long silence made Si Mingchen feel a little uneasy.
What happened to Wen Zhi today?
"Sisi, go to sleep." Wen Zhi's voice softened, and his face twisted in pain.
This sentence was very useful to Si Mingchen.
He held Wen Zhi in his arms, rubbed his chin against Wen Zhi's forehead, and brought the two closer.
Wen Zhi: Hey, boss, you hit me.
"Zhizhi, good night."
Wen Zhi's heart suddenly softened. She gave up resisting, lay in Si Mingchen's arms, and closed her eyes comfortably.
The next day, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen returned to the crew together.
Sitting here, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen seemed to be clearly separated, with a distance of thirty to forty centimeters between them.
Si Mingchen put the laptop on his lap, looked at Wen Zhi's awkward look, and asked in a low voice: "Zhizhi, why don't you lean on me today?"
Wen Zhi was cueed and suddenly shuddered: "You are working, I don't want to disturb you."
Si Mingchen suddenly smiled and stretched out his arms: "So sensible? Come here."
Wen Zhi stared blankly at Si Mingchen's smile, distracted.
Just leaning against each other and laughing so happily.
It seems that Si Mingchen really likes to stick to him.
Wen Zhi secretly glanced at Assistant Wen who was sitting in the passenger seat.
Please, Si Mingchen is the chairman.
Is it appropriate to talk about love in front of your subordinates?
Is it really okay for him, a top star in the entertainment industry, to be so affectionate with an old top in front of public?
Wen Zhi put on sunglasses and a mask, straightened his back, and leaned suddenly into Si Mingchen's arms.
That should be fine.
After returning to the hotel booked by the crew, Wen Zhi went straight to the closet, ready to find clothes that suited his status.
But looking at those high school style sports suits and overalls, he fell into deep thought.
In the closet, Little Winter Melon and Little Pumpkin leaned against each other quietly. Picking up Little Winter Melon, he stroked the patches on it, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
After not seeing it for a few months, there is actually a little pumpkin.
He sighed and found that his pants and socks were all damaged as expected.
Wen Zhi lowered his head, looking at his ugly five-toed socks, and lay on the bed uncomfortably, like a wriggling earthworm.
Siming watched quietly: "Do you have a headache?"
Wen Zhi suddenly realized that Si Mingchen was still following him, and quickly stood up to maintain his perfect image: "I went to bed late last night and had insomnia all night, so I'm a little sleepy."
Recalling the snoring in his ear last night, Si Mingchen did not expose it: "Have a good rest. The director said you can go back tomorrow."
Wen Zhi's eyes darted around, staring at Si Mingchen's feet quietly: "Are you busy at work? If you are, go back first to avoid working overtime."
Si Mingchen leaned against the wall, his long legs slightly bent: "I'll stay with you for a few days, let's put work aside for now."
Wen Zhi started to stutter: "Ah? No need, just do your thing, I can take care of myself."
Si Mingchen seemed to be lost in thought, his gaze fixed on Wen Zhi's eyes.
Wen Zhi realized something was wrong and said again: "If you have to work overtime late at night to accompany me and accumulate a lot of work, I will feel bad."
Afraid that Si Mingchen would notice something, he said softly, "My...baby...Si Si, your body is broken. I am so sad that I am crying."
Si Mingchen finally smiled: "No, I know my limits. You just fainted, and I don't feel comfortable leaving you here."
Wen Zhi curled her fingers slightly: "Thank you Sisi."
Si Mingchen: "Between you and me, what's the point of saying thank you?"
After being sick and tired for two days, Wen Zhi planned to take a shower and have a good rest. Despite his disgust, he still picked out a pair of little dinosaur pajamas and sneaked into the bathroom while glancing at Si Mingchen.
Lying in the bathtub, Wen Zhi relaxed his body and mind, and finally had time to think about him and Si Mingchen.
The two were in love, but a villain was at work, and it was a done deal. If he didn't seize the opportunity, he would be a fool.
But their nearly four years of dull marriage life made it difficult for him to get over it.
The two of them had been cold for four years, and it was indeed a bit difficult for him to suddenly fall in love.
In fact, the most important thing is that he is shy.
During the years of their marriage, the two of them paid their dues to each other, it really was like doing a task, their postures never changed.
But in the past few months, he truly experienced what it meant to be passionate.
Wen Zhi almost had a nosebleed as he thought about it.
It would be better to have amnesia forever and be a carefree little fool.
How wonderful it is to have a husband who loves and pampers you.
However, having said that, restoring memory can also clear up the misunderstandings of so many years.
Otherwise, listening to Sang Qi's nonsense every day would make people angry.
Wen Zhi put rose essential oil into the bathtub and made herself smell good.
Unconsciously, he revealed a perverted smile.
etc.
Why does he make himself smell so good?
What was he expecting to happen in a while?
No, absolutely not.
Talk to Si Mingchen and he starts shaking.
He just can't do that kind of thing.
Thinking of this, he remembered the rumor he had spread about Si Mingchen being incompetent in that aspect, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Si Mingchen has a really good temper.
I wasn't angry at all, and I didn't hit him.
Wen Zhi discovered that Si Mingchen loved her a little more than she had imagined.
Just as he was immersed in the wonderful moment of taking a bath, the bathroom door rang: "Zhizhi, you forgot to take a towel."
"Towel?" Wen Zhi looked up and found that there was indeed no towel in the bathroom.
So he cleared his throat and said gently, "Sisi, just put it on the door handle and wait for me to get it. Muah."
After saying this, Wen Zhi seemed to put on a mask of pain.
It feels so awkward to pretend to be young.
Si Mingchen stopped outside. He wanted to go in but said slowly, "I'll take you in. There's no door handle here."
The water in the bathtub was stirred up by the arm.
Wen Zhi stared outside nervously.
He didn't seem to have locked the door.
There are some indescribable memories in my mind.
If Si Mingchen came in, there was no telling what he would do to him.
Although he is not unwilling...
"Baby, the bathroom floor is slippery, I'll go get it."
Wen Zhi didn't care about the foam on his body and hurriedly wrapped himself in a bath towel: "Don't move, wait for me."
Si Mingchen cooperated very well: "Okay."
Wen Zhi stepped out of the bathtub with difficulty, his feet slipping and he walked towards the door with a clattering sound. His non-slip slippers were off at the door, so he had to walk in barefoot.
The crew is very generous. The hotels the actors stay in are all five-star standards, and the toilet alone is as big as the bedroom.
Wen Zhi walked with difficulty, worried that Si Mingchen would break in, so he could only quicken his pace anxiously.
When he was taking a bath just now, he was too comfortable and made the bathroom full of foam.
It really is true that you have to bear the consequences of your own actions.
When Wen Zhi was about to reach the door, his legs suddenly split apart, and then he fell to the smooth ground with a bang.
The straps of the bathrobe fell off naturally, and the collar opened.
He lay on the floor, his body facing the door, his head buzzing with pain.
His legs were aching so much that he cursed and prepared to stand up bravely.
However, he fell so hard that it was very difficult for him to climb out of the bubbles of shower gel.
He was like a stranded dolphin, sliding his arms and legs and kicking around on the ground.
Fortunately, Si Mingchen didn’t know.
Otherwise he wouldn't live.
Si Mingchen naturally heard the loud noise inside.
Through the frosted glass, he could see that Wen Zhi was not standing.
Out of concern, he pushed the door open.
The scene before him stunned him. Seeing Wen Zhi lying on his back, his cold gaze fell on a certain place.
Wen Zhi wanted to die.
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