Chapter 112
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This time, Gu Yusheng didn't speak for a long time.
After about a minute, Wu Hao spoke again. "It's Qin Zhi 'ai. Don't you remember her? The Qin Zhi 'ai who accompanied my wife and played with us all the time in high school? "
Gu Yusheng was still quiet. Qin Zhi 'ai heard the sound of a lighter being turned on. After a while, she heard Gu Yusheng's cool voice floating over. "I don't remember."
"You don't remember?" Wu Hao sounded a little anxious. "She wasn't very tall. She was thin. She had long hair. Her skin was white. Her eyes were very big. My deskmate was interested in her."
"Oh, don't tell me you really don't remember her? You met her many times. She spoke softly. She was much prettier than your wife. "
"Ha …" Gu Yusheng suddenly chuckled and said in a mocking tone, "Who has nothing to do with the past? Who has nothing better to do than to remember it so clearly like you?"
Unimportant things of the past … Qin Zhi 'ai's body shook uncontrollably.
It turned out that the past, which she had thought was unbelievably beautiful, was just an unimportant thing to him.
Qin Zhi 'ai felt as if something was suddenly stuck in her throat, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She tried to maintain her composure, but her eyes were gradually covered with a layer of mist.
He doesn't remember me. He really doesn't remember me. Wu Hao described it so clearly, but he still doesn't remember me.
Qin Zhi 'ai didn't have the courage to walk out of the dining room. She took a step back with the teapot in her hand. Then she heard Gu Yusheng speak again. His voice was a little muffled, probably because of the cigarette in his mouth. He sounded a little frivolous. "Did your wife's best friend chase after me? Or pester me? "
"You wish. She didn't chase after you or pester you."
"Really?" Gu Yusheng slowly blew out a ring of smoke. He chuckled as if he didn't believe her. He said casually, "Then it's normal that you don't remember."
It's normal that you don't remember … Qin Zhi 'ai's hand shook, and the teapot on the tray fell to the ground with a crisp sound and broke into pieces.
"What's broken?" Lu Bancheng's ears were sharp and he spoke first.
Only then did Qin Zhi 'ai realize that she had lost her composure. She hurriedly squatted down to clean up the mess on the ground.
She was sad, and her movements were too impatient. She accidentally cut a small cut on her fingertip on a piece of porcelain.
The slight pain made Qin Zhi 'ai's arm tremble. Then she heard Lu Bancheng's voice behind her. "What's going on? The teapot broke? Did you get scalded? "
Lu Bancheng asked a few more questions before noticing the small wound on her fingertip. "Ah, did you cut yourself?"
Gu Yusheng, who had entered the restaurant at almost the same time as Lu Bancheng, looked at Qin Zhi 'ai's fingertips.
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