When Jiang Yuhe went to the bathroom, Wen Yu took the opportunity to open Weibo and quickly browse the comments and private messages.
She had heard You Xin say something about the atmosphere in the entertainment industry, but now she really felt the bloody wind.
Tens of thousands of comments and private messages are almost all scolding her.
Some want to flesh her out, some want her to take a stone hammer as evidence, and some want to eat melons to watch the fun.
The funniest thing is that Wen Yu saw the statement issued by Shen Mingjia's agency at eight o'clock in the morning.
"We reserve the right to investigate the false remarks made by netizens."
pursue
Pursue what
He still has the face to pursue it
This person is afraid that he is not popular enough, so he can't wait to jump up and give himself two hammers.
No matter what, Wen Yu was also the daughter of the richest man in Jiangcheng, and she was kicked away by him when she went bankrupt. This kind of thing is not a last resort, and no one is willing to go on stage and tear her face. But if Shen Mingjia doesn't want this face, she, Wen Yu, is certainly not afraid.
Wen Yu flipped through the private messages for a while, and didn't plan to read any more, but a private message caught her attention.
[Hello sister, you were also cheated by Shen Mingjia? I am his fan, I was with him in March last year, and then I found out that he was with XX in June, he is too scumbag, I admire your courage to speak up, but I dare not come out and tear it up, if you need it, please give me a thick code, congratulations Good luck to you, and I hope the scumbag flops sooner.]
The chat records and photos sent by this ID made Wen Yu look stupid.
Last March? At that time, she had only been with Shen Mingjia for two months!
I thought I was cheated by that woman named Fang Ying, but I didn't expect that woman didn't even know if it was Xiao Si or Xiao Wu.
Wen Yu was so angry that she immediately forwarded the screenshot to You Xin: [Other netizens sent me, can you think he is such a scumbag?]
You Xin: [Good guy, I call him good guy, what should I do now? When things got serious, their company issued a statement saying that you were spreading rumors.]
It's just that he still has the face to come out and beat him up.
Wen Yu was enraged, and immediately posted the netizen's private message and photos on Weibo in response to the agency's statement:
@www: [So eager to refute the rumors, aren't you afraid that your kneeling posture will be ugly when you slap your face?]
When Jiang Yuhe came out of the bathroom, he saw Wen Yu pressing something on the phone with her head down, as if she was chatting with someone.
It seemed to shake the second short man out again.
He paused, and wanted to go forward to ask, but after thinking about it, he swallowed those words.
Now that you have put yourself in the right position, don't ask her about her private life again.
She is an adult and has the right to make friends and have her own social freedom.
Jiang Yuhe frowned, and walked out pretending that he hadn't seen anything. Sure enough, Wen Yu hurriedly put away her phone.
He was inexplicably stabbed in his heart, but he still didn't say a word.
"What do you want for lunch?"
Wen Yu looked out the window, blinked, "Do you want to eat hot pot brother?"
Jiang Yuhe:
Hot pot for lunch
I don't know if it's openly challenging the scumbag, but Wen Yu's heart is full of emotions now, and she really wants to have a hot pot to cheer her up.
"Don't you like that kind of place?" Wen Yu saw the hesitation in Jiang Yuhe's eyes, "Or near the company—"
"You can eat if you want, I don't care."
"Okay." Wen Yu nodded excitedly, "Then I'll make a reservation now!"
She looks very happy, just like the weather outside now, simple, clean and beautiful.
But Jiang Yuhe's heart is no longer pure.
This phone call from the police station has put unknown shackles on him invisibly.
There is a newly opened high-end hot pot restaurant near the company. The environment is good and close. Wen Yu happily booked a booth there.
The two of them didn't drive, they just walked there, probably because of noon, there were not many people in the store, and Wen Yu and Jiang Yuhe sat opposite each other.
"Brother, what kind of pot do we eat?"
"what ever."
"That's it, then the tomato pot is ready, I'm afraid of spicy food." Wen Yu took the ipad to order, "Then brother, what do you eat? Their signature here is crystal shrimp slippery, would you like it?"
After waiting for a long time for a reply, Wen Yu looked up, only to find that Jiang Yuhe was looking at her.
"?" She stretched out her hand and scratched in front of him, "What are you looking at?"
Jiang Yuhe regained his senses, looked away, and said calmly: "Whatever you want, just light it up, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette."
Wen Yu frowned, feeling that something was wrong with Jiang Yuhe.
She ordered a few dishes casually, and after handing the ipad to the waiter, she was the only one left in the seat.
Bored of waiting, he secretly took out his phone and glanced at it.
The Weibo post just now was probably because of the hammer, and it has been reposted by various entertainment bloggers at the moment, and Shen Mingjia's hot searches popped up several times.
Wen Yu could see that Shen Mingjia was in a hurry.
Because she received a private letter claiming to be a staff member of Shen Mingjia's agency, with a very polite tone, hoping to meet and communicate with her.
Wen Yu finally felt the pleasure of abusing the scum, she curled her lips, replied "Don't talk about it" and immediately blocked it.
Turning off the phone, Jiang Yuhe also came back.
Wen Yu got up and walked around the table to sit beside him, and asked with concern: "Brother, what's wrong with you? You were fine this morning, why don't you look so happy now?"
"Is there?" Jiang Yuhe looked sideways, and his eyes fell on Wen Yu's face.
She was looking at herself very seriously, and her expression was even a little serious, as if she cared about herself very much.
I just don't know how long he can keep such a serious and cute look.
Jiang Yuhe knew very well what taking back that mobile phone meant.
Before pretending to be a brother and sister, she hoped that Wen Yu would recover her memory sooner, remember her family, leave the Jiang family sooner, and give herself back her freedom.
But up to now, Jiang Yuhe has become the one who was backlashed by his plan.
He repented.
Wen Yu didn't understand why, and kept asking, "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Yuhe shook his head, "It's okay, I didn't rest well last night."
Jiang Yuhe is so thoughtful and deep that most people can't tell what he's thinking. Wen Yu was silent for a while, then she took out her phone and tried to arouse his interest: "Brother, why don't we take a picture, we don't seem to No photos taken."
Jiang Yuhe was slightly taken aback.
I don't understand the meaning of Wen Yu's sudden actions.
What is God hinting at
Memorial before parting
Before he could react, Wen Yu had already turned on the front camera, raised the phone in the air and faced each other:
"Brother, look here."
As soon as she finished speaking, the waiter's nimble voice came from the aisle, "Give me a break, it's the bottom of the pot!"
Wen Yu was sitting on the outside, because she was holding the phone for the selfie, her elbows were still on the outside at the moment.
The bottom of the hot pot was full of boiling hot soup. From the corner of his eyes, Jiang Yuhe saw the waiter approaching, and he stretched out his hand almost reflexively to pull Wen Yu into his arms.
Wen Yu also pressed shoot at that moment.
Photo freeze.
Wen Yu: "..."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
Caught off guard and hugged into her arms, Wen Yu's originally charming smile was a little more stunned.
This is how the camera captured the moment.
The air seemed to stop flowing, and the surrounding voices also instantly disappeared.
Before Wen Yu came back to her senses, she was held in Jiang Yuhe's arms, her face was lightly pressed against his shirt, and she was in a trance for a few seconds as she smelled the scent mixed with tobacco on his body.
Inexplicably, the face against his chest blushed.
It was so hot that my heart beat faster.
Realizing her abnormal reaction, Wen Yu suddenly pulled away, stroked her hair, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
She was a little embarrassed.
Still a little overwhelmed.
I had to pretend to look down at the photo.
Jiang Yuhe saw the unnaturalness in her expression, and regretted the impulsive hand that he stretched out, paused, and said calmly and coldly:
"Taking a picture of the dancer, you deserve it if you get scalded by the bottom of the pot."
Oh, so it is.
It was because he was afraid that he would be burned that he took her over...
Wen Yu was inexplicably relieved, and whispered, "Thank you brother."
Later, the two of them ate very quietly, and Wen Yu stopped chattering. Jiang Yuhe didn't like to eat these things at first, and he didn't talk much.
Wen Yu kept her head down, the bottom of the boiling pot was boiling hot just like her heart at the moment.
From the moment Jiang Yuhe hugged her into her arms, the throbbing in her heart has not stopped until now.
She didn't dare to show her abnormality, so she could only keep her head buried in the food.
Back in the office in the afternoon, Jiang Yuhe had a meeting, and Wen Yu was alone in the office. She calmed down and recalled the moment in the hotpot restaurant repeatedly.
That sudden and unexpected hug that made her blush and heartbeat.
Thinking of the mess, Wen Yu rubbed her head and scolded herself: "You must be sick, people are just afraid that you will be hit by the bottom of the passing pot, what are you thinking about?"
Forcibly deleting this picture from her mind, Wen Yu reassured herself, and went to Weibo to read it again.
It should be the reason for the public relations shot, Shen Mingjia's hot search was so overwhelming that there was only one left.
And he himself also posted on Weibo, sincerely apologizing for not handling the emotional disputes in reality well and occupying public resources.
This public relations article is very level, and it is not at the same level as the statement in the morning.
Wen Yu guessed that people from Yasheng should help take over this mess.
The following comments are polarized, some make Shen Mingjia cautious and still support him, and some are disappointed.
Things were like a farce, which started suddenly and ended suddenly.
Wen Yu knew for a long time that with Yasheng's intervention this time, she must not completely bring Shen Mingjia down, but at least it has hurt half of his vitality now.
She was satisfied that this result could be achieved even if she hit it right.
Wen Yu also heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to turn off the phone after logging out, but accidentally swiped to the photo album.
The photo with Jiang Yuhe jumped out at noon.
At this time, looking at it again, it is actually very natural.
It's just that the two of them leaned together to take a picture.
I don't know why I was blushing and heartbeating at that time.
Wen Yu opened the beauty app and added some cute stickers to the group photo of the two of them.
On her head: [sister]
On Jiang Yuhe's head: [brother]
There is a big heart in the middle.
Wen Yu didn't think there was anything wrong at all, and immediately saved it as the background wallpaper of the phone, and sent it to Jiang Yuhe with great satisfaction.
[Brother, do you think this looks good?]
At that time, Jiang Yuhe had arrived at the police station.
The policeman handed him the mobile phone in the storage bag: "I heard that the person who was bumped lost his memory? Are you all right now?"
Jiang Yuhe: "No."
"It's really hard for you to take care of it. There are not many troublemakers with public morality and conscience like you." After a few words of pleasantries, the policeman left with a smile.
Jiang Yuhe looked at the bag in his hand, his eyes were always dark.
He didn't go back to the company, but went home directly, went to the study on the second floor, locked the door, and closed all the curtains.
The whole room was like a silent night.
The phone is on the table.
Apart from a few cracks in the screen, there is hardly any damage.
Jiang Yuhe lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.
The smoke blurred the outline of the phone, but when everything dispersed, it was still lying there truly.
Waiting for Jiang Yuhe's choice.
Holding his forehead lightly with his hand, the smoke flowed between his fingers, Jiang Yuhe frowned.
He is thinking, weighing, calculating.
Like Pandora's box, no one knows whether it will be a surprise or a pain to open.
When the smoke was almost burning to the end, Jiang Yuhe finally stretched out his hand.
He pressed the power button.
After a few seconds, the screen turns on.
A password is required.
Jiang Yuhe didn't know the password.
But he guessed—
Even if a person loses his memory, the subconscious habits will not change.
For example, Wen Yu's special permutation and combination of odd numbers first and then even numbers.
He slowly entered 1357246 in sequence.
6 Just finished typing, the screen is quickly unlocked, and it jumps to the background.
It's a photo of Wen Yu.
Jiang Yuhe could feel that his heart skipped a beat, and then jumped up quickly, violently and heavily.
This is Wen Yu's world, the world she has forgotten.
As long as I call her back with a phone call, she can go back to the past immediately.
But is this result what you want
Jiang Yuhe was not sure.
He rubbed his fingers repeatedly on the screen, knowing that every decision he made now was crucial.
After a long time, he opened WeChat.
There are a lot of unread messages on WeChat, almost all of which are [Where have you been?][Where are you?][Are you OK? ] Such words.
Meet the WeChat of a man who has been missing for over a month.
Jiang Yuhe didn't want to peek at the content of her chats with others, so he ignored it and clicked on Moments.
He just wanted to know what Wen Yu was doing on the day of the car accident, and whether there were any records left.
He wanted to take a selfish peek into her world first.
Wen Yu doesn't post much in Moments. Although she is rich, she doesn't like to show off at Versailles like Zhao Wenjing from time to time.
Even if I post it, I occasionally eat something delicious, or watch some interesting movie.
Coincidentally, her first post was the day before the car accident.
However, it is only visible to you.
[We are finally going to meet after half a year in different places, I just got a gift for him, I hope he will like it when the time comes~]
The accompanying picture is a packaging bag of a luxury brand.
he
Different places
Jiang Yuhe seemed to understand something, and for no reason, he was hit in the head.
He hastily turned off WeChat.
With eyes closed, I fell into this decision that was destined to be irrational.
It can be seen from reviewing this circle of friends that Wen Yu already had a boyfriend in reality, and she met herself after buying gifts for him, and encountered a car accident.
Then forget about everything, including the boyfriend.
The first contact in the phone address book is [Dad]
In other words, as long as Jiang Yuhe dials this number now, Wen Yu can immediately return to her world.
Go back to that man.
With the mobile phone in his hand, Jiang Yuhe remained silent. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, only the deep entanglement of desire and reason.
The little boy clay figurine that Wen Yu gave her was placed in the storage box on the table.
And what she sent in the afternoon, their first group photo.
One minute and one second, tormented thinking.
I don't know how long it has passed,
In the study room so quiet that you could hear the needles falling, Jiang Yuhe raised his hand lightly.
The screen of the phone was flipped over and covered the table.
He looked at the black lost object indifferently, and finally pressed the power off button.
Then open the locked drawer on the left side of the desk.
bang—
The phone was thrown into a deep drawer.
At this moment, its fate has been decided by Jiang Yuhe.
When re-locking the drawer, Jiang Yuhe was expressionless, as calm as if he had never seen the truth just now.
As soon as everything was packed, Wen Yu came back. She knocked on the door outside the study, then opened the door and walked in by herself.
"Brother, what's the matter with you, didn't you agree that you will get off work and I will get off work, why did you sneak back first?"
Wen Yu didn't notice anything wrong with Jiang Yuhe at all, she just covered her nose, "Do you smoke a lot?"
She went to turn on the air circulation, poured water for Jiang Yuhe, and chirped as usual about how many documents she had read and learned in the company today.
And Jiang Yuhe looked at her back without knowing it, and his thoughts uncontrollably jumped back to the circle of friends just now.
What gift did she buy him.
She looked as if she loved him very much.
He should be too.
He must have hugged her and kissed her.
Even—Jiang Yuhe was thinking, have they ever done it
Obviously in his mind, he was just a person with no concrete image, Jiang Yuhe didn't even know what this man looked like or what kind of job he was engaged in.
But at this moment, his heart was filled with unimaginable jealousy.
This feeling seemed to be strangling him with an invisible hand, and every time he thought about it, he was so devastated that he couldn't breathe.
Jiang Yuhe untied his tie.
Drank another glass of water.
paused.
"Fish."
His voice was a little rusty, much lower than usual.
Wen Yu, who was looking for a book in front of the bookshelf, was taken aback and turned around.
She didn't speak, just looked at Jiang Yuhe like that.
It seemed that some couldn't believe what they heard.
They have been together for so long, Jiang Yuhe has never called the name she gave himself.
He always speaks directly, and when he is impatient, he just says "hey"
But just now
Holding the book, Wen Yu stared blankly at Jiang Yuhe, feeling that he had something to say to her.
The man leaned on the back chair, looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly said lightly:
"If you can't remember the past, don't think about it."
When selfishness and greed broke through the first bottom line, Jiang Yuhe knew that in his dictionary, only possessiveness remained,
It didn't work out.
"Brother can support you for a lifetime." He said.