Fu Yun liked Qin Ding, from her blue and white school uniform to her graduation from college, but Qin Ding had always regarded her as his younger sister.
It was raining heavily that day, and she hugged him from behind: "Qin Ding, let me ask you again, for the last time, do you really not like me at all?"
Qin Ding still had the same expression, his noble eyebrows, and smiled lightly: "Stop making trouble."
He added: "Like you? Stop dreaming."
He thought that her liking had always been nonsense.
He is often cold and arrogant, and hates her pampering and willfulness.
After a night of rain, Fu Yun developed a high fever, but it didn't make her even more confused, but rather woke her up.
She! Pretend! Amnesia! ! Forget! Qin Ding!
——
Fu Yun, who had lost his memory, bumped into Qin Ding at home and frowned: "Who are you and why are you at my house?"
"..."
Qin Ding was silent for a long time and said calmly, "This is my home."
"Then I'll move out." Fu Yun packed up his luggage and left that night.
Facing Fu Yun who suddenly lost his memory, Qin Ding felt a void in his heart.
*
Fu Yun went to the bookstore where he often went to read.
The book accidentally dropped and when she was about to pick it up, a big hand picked it up faster than she could.
Looking up, it's Qin Ding.
"Thank you." Fu Yun took the book from the man's hand, walked around him and walked forward.
Qin Ding suddenly took her hand and said in a deep voice, "You really don't remember me?"
Fu Yun turned his head, his beautiful eyes full of indifference and alienation, "Sir, you want to take advantage of me by picking up a book for me?"
*
It rained heavily that day.
The man took off his suit, wrapped it around her slim body, and said warmly: "Hanxie, haven't you remembered yet? I am your brother Ding."
Once upon a time, she called him this every day and liked to cling to him.
Fu Yun frowned, the suit slipped off her shoulders, and she stepped on her light red high heels, "Sir, I think I have made it very clear."
The man's deep eyes were filled with blood.
Later, he held her arms tightly, possessiveness written on his face, and coaxed her: "Be good, come home with me."
——Chasing Wife Crematorium
——A sour and inspiring love story about how a dog man brought back his "amnesia" wife
——Tiantiantian/1v1/SC/age difference of 5 years
Arrogant beauty x cold boss
Purpose: Inspiring growth
