After being forced to marry as a surrogate, she amazed the world with her small milk bag

Chapter 309 My place is all broken
"Jiaojiao!" Shen Zhiyi shook her head at her, and after silently patting the dust on her body, her joystick stood upright, like a proud white swan, neither humble nor overbearing, "Mr. He, I don't know if they are all right What did you say to make you have such a big prejudice against me, but I have a clear conscience, please don't trust other people's words!"

He Jingyao looked away and said coldly, "It's not your turn to educate me yet!"

"Brother Jingyao!" Huang Runian, who came here, saw the scene in front of him, and was stunned for a few seconds. He looked at Shen Zhiyi, then at He Jingyao, and vaguely felt a surging undercurrent, "You..."

"The air here is too bad, Xiao Nian, let's go!" After the man finished speaking, he stopped looking at Shen Zhiyi, took Huang Ru Nian's arm and left.

"He Jingyao, stop for me!"

Shen Zhiyi hurriedly grabbed Song Jiaojiao, who was ready to go, and shook her head weakly, "Forget it Jiaojiao, he just hasn't recovered yet!" Why bother to be as knowledgeable as him.

Song Jiaojiao was so angry that her chest hurt, "If you don't recover well, you can disrespect others, and you can do something to others? Zhizhi, he hurt you so much just now, and you can still bear it? If it was me, I would have gone up and given it to you a long time ago. His two slaps woke him up!"

Shen Zhiyi reluctantly pulled her lower lip, and smiled meaninglessly, "But so what? He still can't remember me, maybe he hates me even more!"

"But... hey! It can't be fixed!" Song Jiaojiao broke down and stomped her feet.

Worrying about Shen Zhi's surprise, she specially sent him home, which was the residence that He Jingyao had arranged before.

"Jiaojiao, go back, don't you still have work tomorrow?"

Song Jiaojiao shook her head, "How can that be possible? You need someone to accompany you right now. I'll sleep here tonight!"

Shen Zhiyi forced a smile on her face, "I'm fine, I'll be fine after a night of sleep. The doctor said that He Jingyao suffered from memory loss for a while and would remember it sooner or later, so what am I afraid of?"

"You, are you okay?" Song Jiaojiao confirmed repeatedly.

Shen Zhiyi nodded affirmatively. The latter stuffed her with the brewed tea, comforted her a few more words, and then left. Her work tomorrow is really important and cannot be delayed.

After sending Song Jiaojiao out, the smile on Shen Zhiyi's face finally couldn't last, and she collapsed instantly.

She slowly slid down with her back against the door panel, her arms wrapped around her knees, under the glare of the light, she looked like a forgotten child, even her figure looked so lonely.

The scene of He Jingyao pulling Huang Runian away kept reappearing in front of her eyes. She accepted that he fell in love with someone else, but she couldn't accept that he had forgotten herself.

Is the relationship between them really going to end in this way?
Early in the morning, there was a knock on the door of her house.

Shen Zhiyi has been in a daze recently, unable to sleep at night or wake up in the morning.

She propped her forehead and went to open the door sleepily.

He Qingyan froze for a moment when he raised his head, his eyes were a bit complicated.

He had never seen Shen Zhiyi look like this before, with slightly curly hair loosened casually, because he lay down directly from the bed, and the pink silk suspender nightdress on his body hadn't had time to change.

Shen Zhiyi was born white, and wearing a pink silk nightdress on her body almost made her skin glow.

Especially the way she doesn't wear makeup now, looking at it this way, she is pure and lustful, salty but sweet.

Even though He Qingyan is a monk who seals his heart and love, he was shocked by this wave of visual impact.

Shen Zhiyi looked down, and immediately sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly covered his chest with his arms, "Hey, sit down first!"

He Qingyan came back to his senses, and hurriedly looked away, a mysterious blush floated over the tips of his ears.

After a while, Shen Zhi accidentally wrapped his head in a coat and unbuttoned it to the top.

He Qingyan pointed to the red wine he brought on the coffee table with his chin, "Want to drink?"

"Huh? Now?"

Shen Zhiyi left the hotel to Xiaomei, and he and He Qingyan had a happy chat at home.

It has to be said that He Qingyan understood her so well that he never asked a single word about He Jingyao during the whole process.

Shen Zhiyi's heart was cold, and she inevitably drank a few more glasses. She trusted He Qingyan, so she dared to let herself go in front of him.

"He Qingyan, do you know? I've been getting old lately, and I've been completely forgotten by the man I love the most. Do you think it's funny?"

"You said that I can accept that he lost his memory, but he just forgot me. How can I accept it? Also, recently that Huang Runian has been with him in the hospital. Do you know how I feel?"

Shen Zhiyi lay cross-legged on the sofa, holding a red wine glass in one hand, her chin on her knees, her light pink lips slightly pouted, accusing He Jingyao of his crimes like a child.

He Qingyan leaned back, lowered his eyes, and looked at her softly, "I know!"

Shen Zhiyi waved his hands sharply, "No, you don't know!"

He patted his chest hard again, "It's all broken here, all broken!"

As he spoke, He Qingyan saw the woman's red eyes, and his heart suddenly shrank.

"I once imagined that when he woke up, I would apologize to him, reconcile with him, remarry him, and live a good life, but... But this is not the case now, he doesn't remember me anymore, not only that, he is still very Hate me, hate me, why? Why did it become like this?"

"I took this step with great difficulty, but he is getting farther and farther away from me!" Shen Zhiyi raised her head and looked at He Qingyan with misty eyes, "He Qingyan, tell me, I what to do?"

Shen Zhiyi's aggrieved, helpless and hurt look was reflected in He Qingyan's pupils, and hit his heart deeply.

To say that he is cold-blooded, he is even worse than He Jingyao. The many years of living with his father He Zhenxuan has created his character of keeping a very calm attitude towards everything and everyone. No one can shake his heart, and no one can make him black and white. The world becomes colorful.

He doesn't believe in women, just like he doesn't believe that his mother loves him. It was just a last resort to leave at the beginning. These are just excuses for his hypocritical humanity.

Until one day, he met this woman in his eyes.

Since then, everything seems to have changed.

His life is no longer monotonous, his life is no longer boring, the world seems to be full of expectations.

Such a woman, how could he bear to watch her be wronged?
The outstretched hand struggled on Shen Zhiyi's back for a while, but it never came down.

"Zhizhi, you're drunk!" This was the first time He Qingyan called Shen Zhiyi so softly and with absolute pampering.

Shen Zhiyi raised her head in awe. For a moment, she thought it was He Jingyao calling her.

But the bright and dazzling light turned all expectations into bubbles.

He is not He Jingyao, he is He Qingyan.

Shen Zhiyi lowered her eyelids and shook her head feebly, "No, I'm not drunk, I can still drink!"

He Qingyan didn't stop her, sometimes getting drunk to the fullest can vent her emotions even more.

(End of this chapter)