Chapter 110 Forgetting Is the Greatest Ruthlessness (2)

This time, Gu Yusheng remained silent for a long time.

After about a minute, Wu Hao made another sound: "It's Qin Zhi'ai, don't you remember? That Qin Zhi'ai who stayed with my wife and played with us all day in high school?"

Gu Yusheng was still completely quiet. Qin Zhi'ai heard the faint sound of a lighter being turned on. After a while, she heard Gu Yusheng's voice, very cool and indifferent: "I have no impression."

"No impression?" Wu Hao's tone seemed a little anxious: "I'm not particularly tall, she's thin, with long hair, fair skin, and big eyes. At that time, the one at the same table who was so mean to her little girl..."

"Oh, you really don't remember, do you? You have met many times. The little girl has a soft voice and is much prettier than your wife..."

"Heh..." Gu Yusheng chuckled suddenly, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Irrelevant old things, who is okay, like you, remembers so clearly when you are full."

Insignificant old things... Qin Zhi'ai's body shook uncontrollably.

It turned out that the past time, which she had thought so far to be unbelievably beautiful, was just an insignificant old thing to him.

It was as if something had congested up to her throat, making Qin Zhi'ai choke extremely uncomfortable.

She tried her best to maintain her normal state, but her eyes were gradually covered with mist.

He doesn't remember her, really doesn't remember her... Wu Hao described it in such detail, but he still doesn't remember her...

Qin Zhi'ai lost the courage to walk out of the restaurant. She took a step back with the teapot in her hand, and then heard Gu Yusheng speak again. He probably had a cigarette in his mouth. : "Did your daughter-in-law's best friend ever chase me? Or entangle me?"

"Go, you are so beautiful, no one has ever chased you or entangled you."

"Really?" Gu Yusheng blew a smoke ring slowly, chuckled twice in half-belief, and said lightly, "It's normal that I don't remember."

I don't remember how normal that was... Qin Zhi'ai shook her hand, and the teapot on the tray slid to the ground, making a cool and crisp sound, and smashed into pieces.

"What's broken?" Lu Bancheng opened his mouth first.

It was only then that Qin Zhi'ai realized that she had lost her composure after all, and she hurriedly squatted down to deal with the mess on the ground.

She was sad in her heart, and her actions were too impatient. If she was not careful, a small gash was cut on her fingertips.

The slight pain made Qin Zhi'ai's arms tremble slightly, and then Lu Bancheng's voice came from behind: "What's going on? The teapot is broken? Isn't it hot?"

Lu Bancheng asked several times in succession before he noticed the small cut on Qin Zhi'ai's fingertips: "Ah, cut?"

Following Lu Bancheng's exclamation, Gu Yusheng, who almost entered the restaurant with him, looked at Qin Zhi'ai's fingertips.