Zhiyun asked without any temper: "You keep pressing me like this, are you trying to turn me into a meat pie?"
"Am I heavy?" he asked.
Zhiyun wanted to cry but had no tears: "I am a woman."
Han Qingrang smiled faintly: "I will be gentle."
Zhiyun: “…”
What a colorful conversation this is.
"You're very familiar with me," his eyes painted her face inch by inch, carefully and seriously. "You call my name without hesitation, more than once. It's as if you've become accustomed to it. We're obviously not familiar with each other, but you're the only one who gets close to me countless times. I hate any woman who gets close to me, except you. I'm thinking, are we really not familiar with each other?"
“…”
!!! ...
From his analysis, Zhiyun understood one thing, that is, he had not recovered his memory.
Otherwise he wouldn't have said such words to her.
"I'm not familiar with her." No matter what he said, Zhiyun always denied it.
"Are you really not familiar with her?" He asked again, as if to confirm.
Zhiyun still insisted: "I'm not familiar with it."
The next moment, his face was suddenly close to hers, and his lips were about to cover hers. Zhiyun said calmly, "You are not attracted to me, are you?"
He didn't move.
Just look at her quietly.
"Fancy you?" His voice was a little soft, as if he was being sarcastic.
Then he slowly stood up, resting his arms on the chair: "If I really like you, you are mine."
She had to admit that Han Qing really brought back memories of her.
She recalled how, not long after they first met in Xihua, he had also asserted his sovereignty in such a forceful and overbearing manner:
You are mine,
You are mine.
You are my...
Could it be that he really recovered his memory?
Zhiyun slowly reached out her hand towards him, holding his face with one hand, gazing at his features with eyes full of affection: "There was once a man who loved me as much as his life, and was willing to give up his own life for me. He loved me, and I loved him too."
Every time she spoke, she focused on the changes in his expression.
After she said this, his expression remained calm. This was the reaction of someone who had never experienced this before. Reason pulled Zhiyun back to her senses, and her hand dropped.
As her hand fell, Han Qingrang slowly stood up.
He sat upright in the driver's seat.
Fasten your seat belt and start the car.
He sent her to the bottom of the Qingyun Group Building.
The current name of Qingyun Group is Fengyun Group. After Zhiyun was sent back, he did not remember to change the name.
She would make arrangements in her will so that after her death, Fengyun Group would be renamed back to its original name - Qingyun Group.
After getting out of the car, Zhiyun took away the chocolate cake.
She wanted to say thank you or something like that, but the car had already sped away.
Zhiyun: “…”
It's really ruthless.
His passion and indifference often changed in a matter of seconds. He turned and walked away, no longer possessing the domineering attitude... and gentleness that had pressed her against the seat.
Take the bandage off your hand and throw it in the trash.
Zhiyun stepped into the company.
Although she fell off a horse this time, her injuries were not serious. The shoulder blade on her back was only slightly scraped, and the bones in her hand were corrected, except for a slight pain when exerting force, it was no longer a serious problem and did not affect her.
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