"There is only these for the time being. Sometimes I dream of other things at night, but if I can't see clearly, I will have a headache if I force myself to recall it. Sister, can I never remember the past?"

Through the screen, Song Yan could feel the powerlessness and despair of Song Cheng saying this.

If a person can't even remember the past, what future does he have?

Song Yan was silent for a moment, got up and walked to the window to call Song Cheng. The answer was quickly answered, and Song Cheng's low voice came over: "Sister."

"If you can't remember, you can't remember. What do you want to know? I tell you that I have remembered it since you wore open-crotch pants. I know everything about you."

Song Yan looked at the red maple tree and said quickly.

"You were still wet on the bed at the age of six. You scored eighteen in the fourth grade of mathematics. When you were sixth grade, you fought with your classmates and made people bleeding from nose. You cried and shouted, "He was going to die, you killed someone..."

On the other side of the phone, it was so quiet that it was as quiet as if no one was there.

Song Cheng was instantly dispersed by Song Yan's words, and the originally faint sadness was instantly dispersed, and all that was left was hardship.

"You are my real sister."

Then he quickly hung up the phone.

Song Yan looked at the hung-up phone and smiled helplessly: "Boy, what a big deal."

I can't remember the past, so I think slowly that the future is still long, so why bother to hurry? Anyway, she will always be with him and grow up with him.

Until, he didn't need her.

This kid has never left her since she was a child, and she is really worried about going abroad this time.

But he couldn't see it. She called him on time and on time every day, sent text messages to check jobs, and did everything her girlfriend should do during her love period.

Song Cheng also said that his classmates always thought he had a girlfriend from another place and asked him for photos.

Song Yan...

Shaking his head and sighed. Song Yan turned around and was about to continue to wait for the difficult sleep. Li Beiting, who was not cold-faced, looked for a while. But he knew that he had just turned around and saw the sharp and cold eyes of the man on the sofa.

She paused.

She tilted her head and thought about it hard. She probably didn't say anything randomly just now.

"Mr. Li, are you awake?"

Li Beiting sat upright leisurely, stroked the wrinkles on his body casually, and his voice was hoarse: "I heard that we are living together?"

Song Yan shivered and almost couldn't hold the cell phone in his hand.

"Did you see it?"

He actually pretended to be asleep!

How could he...

“Didn’t we live together?”

Li Beiting swept the hall of more than 100 square meters and frowned.

Song Yan swallowed carefully and explained seriously: "If we don't live in the same room, it shouldn't be considered cohabitation."

Is this an explanation okay?

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

Li Beiting raised his eyebrows and his voice became a little louder. Song Yan's face turned red and transparent.

She just talks about the matter. What does it mean to want to sleep in the same bed with him?!

"Do you want to do this?"

Li Beiting glanced at Song Yan with a sad and angry expression on his face, and suddenly turned cold and the temperature around him dropped several degrees. Song Yan understood that this was a sign of getting angry.

Be sure to stay steady!

"I, think about it."

Song Yan nodded quickly, not daring to look at Li Beiting, but dared to lower his shoes to look down.

"You're thinking about these things all day long?"

Li Beiting's voice became hoarse, low, sexy and magnetic. The sound made Song Yan unable to control it and almost nodded again, but was interrupted ruthlessly by Li Beiting.

"I'll pay you to daydream?"

Song Yan was poured on his head by a basin of cold water and suddenly woke up.

The hand holding the phone was a little white.

"I don't."

She whispered.

Li Beiting snorted coldly: "Is this called? Is there a bodyguard who is so timid in the financial owner?"

"You are the ones who have strengthened me."

Song Yan was dissatisfied and looked up and glared at Li Beiting fiercely. Li Beiting's originally cold face was a little lazy and the indifference was gone.

The sharp eyebrows raised slightly.

"Um."

He nodded.

Song Yan pinched his hands and felt hot all over.

"Hmm what?"

"It's me, I've been forcing you, this is the fact."

Song Yan was dumbfounded, and he still had to admit that he forced a woman with confidence?

She was crying but she was trembling with her fingers pointing at Li Beiting.

"Mr. Li, you're more normal."

"Isn't this a fact?"

Li Beiting asked back.

Song Yan was choked again.

It seems that it is not true.

Say it is a fact.

How could this be said?!

Song Yan was so angry that his mind was thrust. He no longer dared to face Li Beiting, so he turned around and walked out of the hall.

Whoever cares about Li Beiting in the future will be a puppy!

When Song Yan was sleeping at night, she thought about Li Beiting calmly admitting that he was the one who forced her. She had a dream all night. In the dream, Li Beiting was particularly fierce and even asked about Gu Yan.

When she woke up in the morning, she was sweating all over and was so tired that she was so tired.

After washing and going downstairs, I found that Li Beiting had not left yet, and sat at the dining table for breakfast. He was very serious when eating and would not hold newspapers or mobile phones like others.

Just eat simply.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

Song Yan paused, didn't even say hello, and turned around and walked towards their restaurant.

Before the person could reach the door, a low magnetic sound came over.

"come over."

Song Yan pretended not to hear it, but walked out. As soon as he reached the door, the figure of the old housekeeper appeared from the corner, blocking her and looking at her dissatisfiedly.

"Young Master calls you."

Song Yan wailed.

She heard it.

She was not deaf, so how could she not hear Li Beiting calling her? But she didn't want to go there at all now, and didn't want to see Li Beiting's face that was cheap and had to behave well.

Song Yan froze and said, "Oh."

However, after answering, she still stood there without any intention of turning around and going back. The old housekeeper became even more dissatisfied and pushed her shoulder to the dining table before he explained angrily: "Young Master finally came back a few more times, so can't you follow him?"

Song Yan murmured in a low voice: "I only sell myself, not laugh."

The old butler was so angry that his lips were trembling. He pointed at her forehead and couldn't speak. Song Yan was afraid that he would be so angry that he could carry it over, so he could only accept his fate and walked behind Li Beiting. He asked respectfully and gently: "Mr. Li, what are your instructions?"

The smile on the corner of the mouth was as fake as if it had been copied and pasted.

Li Beiting looked at her hypocritical appearance, snorted and knocked on the table.

"sit down."

Song Yan didn't move: "Sorry, Mr. Li, I am a bodyguard and I can't have dinner with my master. This is the rule of the Li family."

From the first day she came to the old house, she had dinner with the driver, bodyguard and servant. She didn't think anything was wrong, but when Li Beiting heard this, he suddenly turned around and stared in her eyes.

"Are you wronged?"

Song Yan shook his head: "No grievance, this is the rule."
Chapter completed!