Pick up a CEO and take him home (Part 2) "Your assistant."...
A shocked voice cut through the sky.
"Why--???"
"How could I lose my memory!!!"
…
I went to the hospital for a check-up, and the results showed that there was nothing wrong with my body. They only diagnosed me with the sequelae of a car accident, and I wasn't sure when I would recover my memory.
After reporting the case to the police, the woman took me back home.
Her home is small, but it is kept very tidy, exuding a warm atmosphere everywhere.
The tablecloth with small florals, the green plants on the windowsill, and the light green curtains are full of the flavor of life.
She is a person who takes life very seriously. Although life is hard, she is still sunny and positive every day.
She likes to tie her hair into a high ponytail, and pat her face energetically to cheer herself up before going to work.
There was no TV or mobile phone at home. She was afraid that I would be bored, so she bought me some old books. These books were very diverse and included all kinds of books.
Every day, I clean up the house and read some books.
I probably didn't do chores like housework often before I lost my memory, but I learn things quickly and learned them easily.
I can't stand being supported by a little girl and eating and drinking for free.
With one more mouth to feed at home, she went out and took on another job.
She didn't feel dissatisfied with this. She would come in every day with a smile and shout, "I'm back! Look what delicious food I brought you!"
In fact, what she brought back like a treasure were just some rice balls that were about to expire from the convenience store.
But the way she smiles always makes people feel that life is full of hope.
She worked very hard, but even so, the family still didn't save much money.
She once mentioned it, but she just pretended to be nonchalant and said that she had a gambler father who owed a huge debt. After angering her mother to death, he ran away and left a huge debt to her.
She said she was almost done paying it back, and when the time came, she would order a big pot of hotpot and have a good meal.
I once suggested that I could go out to work and she wouldn't have to work so hard.
But she said seriously that she would only let me go out after I was fully recovered.
A week later, I started working as a cashier in a store.
She waved at me, as if instructing a child, telling me not to be nervous and to call her if anything happened.
She bought me an old-fashioned phone that can make calls and send text messages.
I put on my uniform and stood in front of the cash register.
Everyone's eyes turned to me.
On this day, the store was packed with people.
In the morning, all the products in the store were sold out.
At noon, all logistics were urgently mobilized and purchasing began.
In the evening, all the products in the store were sold out again.
Later, when I watched the surveillance video, I found out that the woman came to bring me lunch at noon, but she didn't see me at all.
A day later, the store manager gave me a big red envelope to express his gratitude to me.
I took the red envelope and said, "I have a suggestion. I wonder if you are interested."
In the next hour, I completely redesigned the layout of the entire supermarket, re-planned the purchase quantity and purchase trend, and rearranged employee management and positions.
The store manager shook my hand excitedly, tears in his eyes.
When the woman came to pick me up after get off work, I had already become the general manager.
In three days, sales doubled.
In five days, the revenue showed a straight upward trend.
In seven days, I became the deputy store manager.
In fifteen days, the first branch was opened.
Since the person who is looking for me has not come yet, I will lead the supermarket to make it bigger and stronger and create greater glory.
Once I reach the top, people looking for me will naturally see me.
For this reason, I slept in the supermarket a long time ago.
In the meantime, the woman came to bring me meals several times.
I explained to her that I was the store manager now, and that my food and lodging were provided, so she didn't have to travel so far to see me every day.
The woman's smile was a little forced.
The store manager—now the head manager—saw our conversation and hesitated to speak. Finally, he whispered to me, "Although I am very happy that you work so hard for your career, you should also pay attention to the feelings of the young girl. You are away from home all day, don't you and your wife quarrel?"
I was a little surprised, "We are not a couple."
After listening to me explain the whole story, the general manager scratched his head.
He said decisively, "Then she must like you too! Such a good girl, she is so sincere to you, don't let her down."
After all, he is my benefactor, and I will not let him down.
I paid off her debts and helped her find a higher-paying, stable job with promising prospects.
This is certainly not enough. Once I develop further, I will repay her more.
But I'm not sure if these rewards will cause her to misunderstand.
Because I was busy leading the general store manager to open branches and strive to go public as soon as possible, I really didn't pay attention to her emotions.
Maybe I should pay more attention to her.
Today is her birthday. After get off work, I went to her house with a cake.
At the door, I heard banging sounds, followed by a man cursing and a woman's roar.
I broke open the door and saw a man swinging a chair and hitting a woman on the head.
I kicked the chair away and hid the disheveled woman behind me.
The man committing violence in front of her is the woman's father.
The man who left debt to his daughter, pissed off his wife, and then ran away.
Now, he heard that his daughter had struggled out of the quagmire and wanted to drag her back into the quagmire again.
I chased him away.
The woman cried in my arms like a weak little animal.
But soon she regained her spirits and pretended to be happy to thank me for coming to celebrate her birthday.
The cake was already in a mess, but she still looked very happy, as she put the candles on the cake and made a wish seriously.
The candlelight made her eyes and brows look soft.
She opened her eyes, gathered her strength and blew out all the candles, the tiny flames reflected in her eyes.
She took a big bite of the cake, her eyes slightly red, and said with a smile that this was the most delicious cake she had ever eaten.
Today is her birthday, and she prepared a table full of dishes for it.
She took the dish out, winked at me, and the dimple on her left cheek flashed.
She said it was a good thing she didn't bring the food into the living room.
I thought she invited a lot of people, but unexpectedly, she only invited me.
She opened a bottle of wine and filled it for me.
As she talked and drank, she became a little drunk without realizing it.
The alcohol made me feel a little hot, but my mind was still clear.
I unbuttoned a button and loosened my collar slightly.
But she just looked at me steadily and suddenly fell silent.
After a while, a tear suddenly fell from the corner of her eye.
She smiled and said, "I like you so much."
She hugged me.
The woman's body is soft and fragrant.
She hugged me and cried and confessed her feelings over and over again.
"I like you, I like you so much, can you like me?"
"No one has ever been so kind to me except you."
She cried, her eyes blurred with tears, and she looked as pitiful as a wronged little animal, with her ears drooping.
She was very drunk, her cheeks were flushed and her breath smelled of alcohol.
I seemed to be drunk too, and my head started to feel dizzy.
She lay in my arms, her chin slightly raised, her pink lips slightly pouting, the wine making her lips shiny, she looked at me, expectantly, and slowly closed her eyes.
I took a deep breath, pushed her away, and ran out.
Something is wrong.
There is something wrong with this woman.
I walked alone on the streets at night, my steps light and unsteady.
I recalled scenes from my earliest memory.
I feel more and more offended.
So weird, this woman.
Whether it's accepting a strange man living in your home.
It was still a room with no way to obtain information from the outside world.
Everything is weird.
Most importantly, I found that everyone had something like a watch on their left wrist.
I don't.
The woman never mentioned it either.
What is her purpose?
Is it just like tonight, you want to have a quickie with me?
My vision began to blur.
The mind also started to become dizzy.
It's just a bottle of liquor, can the alcohol content be so high?
I tripped over something and my head started to feel dizzy and the world was spinning around me.
A strong arm held me up.
I turned my head and saw a man.
The man was tall and handsome. He was wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked like he had just returned from a meeting.
Formal wear is actually very picky about who wears it, but it suits him very well.
"Who are you?"
In the darkness of the night, he arched his eyebrows at me.
"I'm your assistant."
"President."
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