Chapter 1381

"Okay." Wang Xiaoming entered the kitchen and stood at the door, looking at the spacious and bright kitchen. Some people were working and some were chatting. When he saw him coming in, the people chatting quickly went to work. Wang Xiaoming looked at the dozen or so people wearing white chef uniforms inside. They were tall, short, fat and thin, but none of them had the tall and thin figure of Yang Ming. Normally, he should be busy here at this time, but he didn't know where he was today.

By the way, did he take the money to remit money? It seems that he really remembered it on his own, so why didn't he say it all the time? Was it because he was afraid of worrying himself?

No, no, he must have overthought it. Since then, he has not mentioned that matter again. Aren't he and Li Xintian very close now? Maybe he stayed here for Li Xintian. But no matter what, if Yang Ming has his own relatives and friends, he should return to his original home.

Wang Xiaoming leaned in front of the counter, his head lowered, feeling very depressed. He was eager to see Yang Ming now. He could see how much time he had left, how could he waste it? Wang Xiaoming thought of this and took out his mobile phone to call Yang Ming: "Where are you? When will you be back?"

Yang Ming's voice was colder: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's okay. Come back soon after you finish your work." Wang Xiaoming said and hung up the phone.

Yang Ming looked at the phone in his hand and was stunned for a moment, feeling a little uneasy. Wang Xiaoming had always been a straightforward person. He was not as hesitant as he was today. Something must have happened.

Wang Xiaoming stayed in the store until evening in despair. Yang Ming was not there. His depressed mood had no place to vent, so it brewed in his heart.

After all, without Yang Ming, how could Wang Xiaoming be where he is today?

Yang Ming finally appeared in the store, and Wang Xiaoming turned to look at him. He was wearing a plaid shirt and light-colored jeans. He was dressed freshly. He looked less like a chef and more like a college student who had just left school. Yang Ming saw him and smiled at him. Wang Xiaoming was currying beef. Seeing his smile, he almost shed tears. He attributed this to the effect of curry. In fact, this curry is not particularly spicy. Only he himself knows best,

Yang Ming put on his clothes, put on his hat, washed his hands, and walked to Wang Xiaoming: "If there is anything else to do, I will do it."

Wang Xiaoming smiled very reluctantly, tried hard to push back the tears in his eyes, sniffed, nodded at the menu on the side, and said nothing. I secretly warned myself: Man, be a man, bleed but not shed tears, don’t embarrass me!

Yang Ming took the menu and started cooking. Yang Ming stood beside him, and there was the clanging sound of spatulas. Wang Xiaoming's heart suddenly calmed down, as if they had always been like this and would be like this in the future. But back to reality, Wang Xiaoming couldn't calm down anymore. He didn't dare to look at Yang Ming for fear that he would lose control of his emotions. He could only lower his head and focus on the menu and the pot.

Yang Ming didn't mention anything about what he went to do today, and Wang Xiaoming didn't ask. The two of them remained silent in tacit agreement until the end of the evening rush hour. Zhang Yiwei ran to Yang Ming to ask questions when he had time. Yang Ming leaned against the kitchen counter, frowning slightly and listening to him carefully, saying a few words from time to time.

Wang Xiaoming stood by the stove and looked at them intently. There was an emotion that he could not detect rushing out from all the well-known and unknown corners of his body. Slowly, it all gathered into his chest. There were so many emotions. Almost crushing his chest. Only then did Wang Xiaoming realize that when he was not aware of it, his feelings had grown so vigorously and vigorously, with deep attachment and deep reluctance, almost overwhelming.

However, just as all these things came to light, they had to be sealed up in dust and put into the deep well that would never see the light of day. Wang Xiaoming decided that he would never speak out even to death.

Yang Ming noticed Wang Xiaoming's gaze, turned his head, and met his eyes. Wang Xiaoming hurriedly lowered his eyes and hurried out, like a small animal in a panic.

Everyone was particularly eager to learn tonight. People came to ask Yang Ming questions one after another, and Yang Ming rarely had the patience to answer them one by one. By the time everyone left, it was already closing time.

Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming checked the accounts for the day. Yang Ming said, "Let's go back."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Yang Ming, I have something to tell you."

Yang Ming stopped: "I just happen to have something to say. If it's not urgent, let's go back and talk."

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Okay, let's go back and talk."

Both of them had their own thoughts, and neither of them spoke. After returning home, Yang Ming took the initiative to help Wang Bing take a bath, but Wang Xiaoming did not insist. He was physically and mentally exhausted today, and his brain temporarily shut down. He no longer wanted to function, so he sat on the sofa like a puppet, without turning on the TV. He stared straight at the black screen in trance.

When Yang Ming carried Wang Bing into the bath, he was in this state. After taking the bath, he was brought out. Seeing that he was still in the state of an old monk in meditation, Yang Ming said nothing and put Wang Bing back on the bed. Looking back, Wang Xiaoming was still the same. posture, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him. Wang Xiaoming finally came to his senses: "Oh, okay? I'm going to take a shower."

Yang Ming pulled him: "Wait, don't you have something to tell me?"

Wang Xiaoming raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ming: "You seem to have something to say to me. You go ahead and say it."

Wang Xiaoming was afraid that he would lose control of his emotions, so he wanted to listen to what he had to say before speaking.

Yang Ming nodded and sat down on the sofa: "I remembered some lost memories. I took the money to find a private detective to investigate for me today."

Duang!

Wang Xiaoming's head felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, and everything was bad.

How would Haibawang continue to operate without Yang Ming? What would he do without Yang Ming?

No, I can't be so selfish!

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xiaoming stopped worrying about this topic and said, "Yang Ming, I also want to tell you some news. It may be good news, but it may be a joy in vain."

Yang Ming stared into his eyes, but Wang Xiaoming kept lowering his eyes and did not look at him. He crossed his hands and put them on his knees, and said slowly: "The rat has brought you news. There is someone in Japan who is offering a high price to find someone." The person said that the situation is very similar to yours. I looked at the photo and it was a bit blurry. I can’t be sure if it’s you. What the mouse meant was that he asked you to take a photo and go over to confirm it.”

Yang Ming's eyes suddenly became serious and he said, "Where are the photos?"

Wang Xiaoming took out his mobile phone and found the picture Liu Ahao sent him. Yang Ming took a look at it, frowned, and then relaxed: "This is indeed me."

Hearing this answer, Wang Xiaoming's mood was mixed and very complicated. On the one hand, he hoped that Yang Ming could recall his past, but on the other hand, he did not want the other party to leave.