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Tang Shi had never spoken to Bo Ye on the initiative, her eyes were always unfamiliar and defensive, and this recognition made Bo Ye feel very annoyed. But this time, Tang Shi took the initiative to speak, "Are you going to cook here?"

Bo Ye lowered his eyelids, and the man stood by the window, and the sunlight from outside came in, casting shadows on his side. His face was sideways, and the bridge of his nose was straight. . He has a good-looking face, but his eyes are lonely, like a frozen blade, dull, rusty, and decayed over the years.

He was talking faintly, and it was vaguely visible that he was a little bit cold and indifferent, "I'm afraid you are bored, if you are idle, you can cook and divert your attention." It

happened that Tang Wei was also clamoring to eat the dishes made by Tang Shi, even though she did. The cooking level is average, but the little boy missed her craftsmanship.

To be honest, Bo Ye missed it too.

Except for the poached egg last time, there was a long river between him and Tang Shi. The last time she cooked for him can be traced back to several years ago, when she was not in prison.

At that time, Tang Shi, a daughter of the Tang family who did not touch the Yang Chunshui with ten fingers, married him, learning how to cook every day for him to learn the craft he wanted, sometimes with two or three band-aids wrapped around his fingers, exhausting his efforts and waiting. It is the night of the Bo Ye who does not return home, the food is cold, and the heart is cold.

Suddenly Bo Ye had an urge to cry.

The man raised his face, blinked his eyes vigorously, and then his Adam's apple moved up and down. From a distance, the picture was quite beautiful, with a perfect jaw line connected to the neck, pulling out a sharp curve.

But his expression seemed to be enduring something.

Tang poems could not be understood, but my heart was painful.

She subconsciously asked, "Hello, do we have a lot of things before?"

Otherwise, why, even if he didn't see his face, she would feel so uncomfortable just by his name?

Bo Ye's fingers trembled faintly, and Tang Shi finally asked this question, a question he didn't have the courage to answer.

"we"

Countless words tossed and turned on the tip of the tongue, but in the end only a few numbers remained.

"We are just friends."

Bo Ye red eyes and smiled, "If you forget, you can forget it, it's nothing to be a pity."

"Really." Tang Shi murmured, "I always feel that I have forgotten important people and things. , But my brain seems to have deliberately prevented me from remembering. I have been hurt, but I have forgotten the culprit." The

culprit is standing in front of you.

It is you who have loved countless days and nights, and in the end, even hate is filled with blood-stained love.

Tang Shi hissed against his temple, "Sorry, I lost my

mind in front of you." Bo Ye didn't step forward, so he only dared to look at her like this. He was thinking, if Tang Shi can't remember the previous things, is it good or bad?

But before he had time to make a choice, someone was already one step ahead of him.

That evening, Su Qi confessed to Tang Shi.

Very serious, very serious confession.

Tang Shi was taken aback, "I and I are not familiar with you."

"We really knew each other before." Su Qi confessed to Tang Shi with a single word, "I admit that I have done something sorry for you before. It makes you think I am a bad person, so forget me. But Tang Shi, I am serious about chasing you, can you give me a chance to come back?"

He was very despicable, and he wanted to take advantage of Tang Shi’s forgetting. under.

At that time, Bo Ye was standing outside the ward, just putting his hand on the doorknob, when he heard the sound, he usually retracted his hand from the electric shock.