Fu Nanli held the chopsticks in his hand, turned the steak over, and sprinkled some rose sea salt on it. The sea salt slowly melted on the surface of the steak. Fu Nanli pretended to be nonchalant and responded: "Well, I went to check with Li Fang."
Wen Qiao licked the corner of his mouth nervously, "Then...what did Doctor Li say? What did the pathology report say?"
Fu Nanli picked up the black pepper grinder and looked at the people around him calmly: "Do you want some black pepper?"
Wen Qiao nodded: "Yeah."
The grinding bottle made a clicking sound, and he said calmly: "My memory has not been restored yet. It is said that it is difficult to recover."
Outside the window in front of the glazed platform, it was dark, and the transparent glass could clearly reflect her face and see her expression.
She was not secretly happy, but her expression was complicated.
Wen Qiao secretly felt relieved in her heart that as long as he continued to lose his memory, she could stay by his side as a liar.
But she also felt that it would be unfair to him if his memory was not restored. Amnesia was a disease after all, and she still hoped that he could have a complete and healthy life.
The steak was fried and the soup was boiling. Fu Nanli put the pasta into the pot and served the steak. They had dinner sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
When Wen Qiao's hand was fine, Fu Nanli would help her, let alone now that one of her hands was hanging. He cut the steak into small pieces that were easy to eat, and placed the pasta next to her.
I looked up and saw that she was a little unhappy, so I asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qiao quickly said: "Ah? It's okay, your hand is injured, it's best not to get it wet, the bowl..."
"There's an automatic dishwasher."
Wen Qiao said "Oh", held the fork in his hand, rolled up the pasta, put it in his mouth, and asked carefully: "Do you feel sorry for forgetting something?"
If he was unhappy, she would feel very guilty.
Fu Nanli put down the knife and fork in his hand and touched her face: "There won't be any regrets."
Wen Qiao tilted his head to look at him: "Really?"
The man's eyes were inexplicably sincere: "Yeah."
Wen Qiao's slight sense of guilt dissipated a little. Although she told a little lie, she at least saved Fu Nanli's life, and she was very nice to him. He at least looked happy now.
She comforted herself and prepared herself mentally.
However, Fu Nanli didn't dare let her know that he had recovered his memory, for fear that she was like a deer in the forest, who would be frightened and leave her own world at the slightest disturbance.
Wen Qiao's loss came and went quickly. She became happy when she learned that Fu Nanli was not unhappy because of his amnesia.
After dinner, he helped Fu Nanli carry the plates into the kitchen.
Fu Nanli held his forehead with his hand: "You are still injured, sit still."
Wen Qiao leaned close to him and said, "Your finger is injured too. Let's say we are in this together."
The girl's smile was bright and the light in her eyes was very moving. Fu Nanli thought that even for her smile, he would hide some things that should be concealed at all costs.
After dinner, the two of them curled up on the sofa. Fu Nanli handed her the invitation letter and said, "There will be a charity dinner on a cruise ship in a few days. You can take your brother to have fun and meet some friends. I have work to do, so I won't go with you."
Wen Qiao took the invitation and asked, "Are you going to fly to Helsinki?"
"Well, let Xu Shen be the captain in a few days, and I will fly two flights with him. If it works, my workload will be greatly reduced in the future."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Xu Shen can definitely do it."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "You are good at speaking for him."
"The people you bring out must be capable." She said it with great determination, and Master Fu's vanity was satisfied.
(End of this chapter)