Cheng Haoyu had no intention of paying attention to the groom's suit on the table. At this moment, he was extremely anxious. Although he had lost his previous memory, he knew that he was a married man, so no matter whether he still remembered this wife or not, he had to be responsible for her to the end, not to mention that they had a child.
"Biying has sent a lot of people to guard me now. I can't get out of the theater at all. Xinyi and the others must be very worried. They must think that I am a treacherous person. What should I do? How can I let them know my current situation?" Cheng Haoyu walked back and forth in the room, racking his brains but couldn't come up with any good ideas.
Until noon, when Cheng Haoyu was sitting on a stool with a helpless look on his face, his eyes suddenly lit up. He remembered that since he lost his memory, he would dream of a figure every time he fell asleep, and meet him in the dream. But every time he woke up, his head was dizzy and he could not remember anything. Cheng Haoyu suspected that the person who met him in the dream was Zheng Xinyi.
If this is the case, can I tell Zheng Xinyi about my current situation through dreams?
After thinking it over, Cheng Haoyu picked up a pen and paper and wrote down everything that had happened in the past two days. Then he folded the paper into a small square, held it tightly in his hand, lay on the bed, and prepared to go to sleep.
He didn't sleep the whole night. Logically, he should have felt sleepy, but maybe because he was too worried, he tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. Even so, he forced himself to sleep.
I tossed and turned in bed without knowing when, and finally I felt sleepy. I slowly closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.
When the troupe came to deliver lunch, they found Cheng Haoyu lying on the bed and snoring, so they quietly left.
Fang Biying glanced at the untouched food, frowned slightly, and sighed softly: "What's the matter? Alang still refuses to eat?"
"No, Alang fell asleep, so I brought out the food." The people in the theater responded in detail.
Fang Biying glanced at the locked door, and her frown gradually relaxed: "You said Alang fell asleep?"
"Yes." Someone in the theater responded.
As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Biying pushed the door open and looked around. The room was silent and Alang was indeed sleeping soundly on the bed.
Fang Biying raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and walked over quietly, staring at his sleeping form in a trance: "After tossing and turning for so long, you finally came down now."
She quietly sat down beside him and covered herself with the quilt. Fortunately, Cheng Haoyu had been careful in advance, fearing that someone would suddenly break in while he was sleeping, so he held the note tightly in his palm, leaving no trace. As long as you were not particularly careful, you would not notice the note in his hand at all.
"Alang, don't worry. I will definitely be a good wife and mother in the future. I will take good care of your food, clothing, and daily life. After we get married, we will leave Beijing together, leave this place where people disturb us, and never come back from now on. We will find a place where no one knows me and live our own lives quietly. I believe you will soon forget all the unhappy things that happened in Beijing." Fang Biying gently left a kiss on his forehead, then turned and left silently.
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