Tang Shi never took the initiative to talk to Bo Ye. Her eyes were always unfamiliar and guarded. This perception made Bo Ye feel very annoyed. But this time, Tang Shi took the initiative to speak, "Do you want to... cook here?"

Bo Ye lowered his eyelids, and the man stood by the window, and the sunlight outside sprinkled in, leaving shadows beside him. He sided with half of his face, his nose bridge was straight. He had a very beautiful face, but his eyes were lonely, like an frozen blade, dull, rusty, and decadent.

He was talking lightly, and there was a vague sense of coldness and indifference, "I'm afraid you're bored, you're idle, so you can cook and divert your attention."

It just so happened that Tang Wei was also yelling to eat the dishes made by Tang Shi. Although her cooking skills were average, the little boy missed her skills.

To be honest, Bo Ye misses him too.

Except for the last poached egg, he and Tang Shi crossed a long river of time, and the last time she cooked for him... it can be traced back to several years ago when she was not in prison.

At that time, Tang Shi, a daughter of the Tang family, who was not touching the spring water for ten fingers, married him. In order to learn the skills he wanted, he learned to cook every day. Sometimes two or three band-aids were wrapped on his fingers, and he spent all his effort to wait for the night of the night. The food was cold and the heart was cold.

Bo Ye suddenly had the urge to cry.

The man raised his face and blinked hard, then the Adam's apple moved up and down. From a distance, the picture was quite handsome, with the perfect jaw line connecting to the neck, pulling out a clean curve.

But his expression seemed to be enduring something.

Tang Shi couldn't understand it, but his heart was painful.

She asked subconsciously, "Hello... Could you please ask us... have there been a lot of things happening to us before?"

Otherwise, why would she feel so uncomfortable even if she didn't see his face, just his name?

Bo Ye's fingers trembled faintly, and Tang Shi finally asked this question, a question he had no courage to answer.

"us……"

Countless words were whispering on the tip of the tongue, but in the end they were only a few numbers.

“We are just friends.”

Bo Ye smiled with red eyes, "If you forget, you will forget. There is nothing to regret."

"Is that right?" Tang Shi murmured, "I always feel that I have forgotten the important people and things, but my brain seems to deliberately prevent me from remembering it. I have been hurt, but I have forgotten the culprit."

The culprit is standing in front of you.

It is you who have loved countless days and nights, but in the end even hatred is filled with bloody love... Bo Ye.

Tang Shi pressed her temple and hissed, "Sorry, I've lost my composure in front of you."

Bo Ye didn't come forward, he only dared to look at her like this. He was wondering, if Tang Shi couldn't remember what happened before, would it be good or bad?

But before he could make a choice, someone had already taken him one step ahead.

That evening, Su Qi confessed to Tang Shi.

I confessed very seriously and seriously.

Tang Shi was shocked, "I...I am not familiar with you."

"We really met before." Su Qi confessed to Tang Shi one by one, "I admit that I did something that I was sorry for you before, which made you think I was a bad person, so I forgot about me. But Tang Shi, I am serious about chasing you. Can you give me a chance to start over?"

He was very despicable and wanted to take it down in one fell swoop while Tang Shi had forgotten it.

At that time, Bo Ye was standing outside the ward. As soon as he put his hand on the door handle, he heard a sound and took his hand back as if he was electrocuted.

His expression was depressed and painful, and he couldn't breathe for several years.
Chapter completed!