When Ling still opened the door of the president's office, he could only see the tall figure standing in front of the floor to floor window, overlooking the view of the deep city.

Ling still suddenly felt that the picture in front of him was just like a poster. He just stood like this, as if the whole deep city was under his control.

However, in fact, he was able to cover the sky with only his hand in Shenzhen.

This kind of him, and in the early hours of the morning, she saw the fragile and lonely him, as if they were two people.

"Ah Jin." She said.

He turned and looked at her with a smile on his lips. "Here you are."

"Well, I brought you a bento. Would you like it?" As she said this, she walked to the tea table and put down her Bento and fruit.

And he came up and opened the lid of the bento box and sat on the sofa.

Ling still felt as if she had gone back to the scene where she accompanied him to lunch in the office at noon every day.

"Is it delicious?" She asked expectantly, and did not know that the Bento she chose today was not to his taste.

"Not bad." He replied.

"That's good." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, don't you often have headaches in this period of time? I'll make an appointment with your doctor and see how your headache is? " He's a tunnel.

The movement on her hand suddenly stopped, and she said in a hurry, "no, I was looking for a doctor before."

"But the doctor obviously couldn't see it well. When you were at the exhibition, did you have another headache?"

Ling still felt guilty immediately. "I... I have another doctor."

He stared at her. "Is that right?"

"Yes... Yes." She lowered her head and continued to pick up lunch.

As if he looked at her like this, her feeling of emptiness was getting stronger and stronger.

Even if she didn't look up, she could feel his eyes falling on her at the moment.

"Don't you want me to help you find a better doctor?" He said.

"For the time being... No, I've already agreed with the doctor that I'll go and see it again tomorrow. After that... Er, I'll see the situation again." Ling still said.

After tomorrow, we can know whether she has lost her memory or not, and whether she has ever met Gu lichen.

As long as tomorrow... Tomorrow has the result, she will explain everything to him.

"All right." Yi Jin's voice rises, "then wait for tomorrow."

At the moment, the Ling with his head down still doesn't notice the haze that Yi Jin left her face.

After eating the Bento, Ling still tidied up the bento box, naturally picked up the fruit knife and the apple, and said to Yi Jin, "do you want to eat the apple? I'll cut it for you. "

"Good." His voice is a little lower than usual.

Ling still began to concentrate on cutting the apple. Yi Jin looked at the woman in front of her eyes and began to cut the apple clumsily.

Or it should be said that this kind of action of grasping precise force by fingers is a little difficult for her fingers now.