Pudding was completely immersed in the joy of reuniting with the owner as if he hadn't heard it.

On the wheelchair, Tang Jue’s clothes were mostly wet, but there was no sense of embarrassment at all. He was still like a high emperor. His hand stroked the pudding wet hair very naturally, and his eyes fell on the opposite man. Body.

Yan Zihua felt as if he was being stared at by a beast, and couldn't help but tighten his back. The gaze patrolled his body, so cold that there was no warmth, and at the same time there was a hint of faint inquiry, and more, it was unkind and...hostile.

Yan Zihua frowned slightly, not remembering when he offended this one.

Looking at Pudding, it was impossible to go with him. Thinking of Xia Yuxun's advice, he couldn't force Pudding away.

When Yan Zihua was expecting Tang Jue to help Pudding go with him, Tang Jue steered the wheelchair forward without saying a word, letting Pudding jump and follow him.

Although he didn't take the pudding away actively, his attitude seemed to take away his belongings for granted.

If it was just a feeling just now, then it is already certain that Tang Jue is indeed hostile to him.

It seems that the lady's guess is correct, he must already know what happened before the amnesia.

Even if he doesn’t remember anything, even if he has no plans to go back to the past, even after his amnesia, he has no feelings for Xia Yuxun. It is an indisputable fact that Xia Yuxun was his wife. As long as he is a man, I’m afraid he can’t stand his wife and The other men are unclear.

Nangong, who was across the river, silently saw the misfortune and gloated, "Tsk, it's useless! Sister, look at him! He won't come back if he wants a dog! How can such a man be reliable!"

Xia Yuxun stretched out his hand and pinched his tender face, "If you have the ability, go and ask for it!"

Nangong rubbed her face silently, and stood up, "Go!"

Xia Yuxun looked at Nangong silently running away and shook her head helplessly.

This result was in her expectation. She could see that Tang Jue liked pudding.

Hey, she is too miserable, she is not as good as a dog...

Nangong didn't know where Tang Jue lived, but luckily he met Boss Ma on the way and showed him the way.

Ai Rui’s clothes were mostly wet, and she was lying on the bench in front of the door basking in the sun. When she saw someone coming here, she immediately flicked up and stood up, "Hey, Xiaomei...cough! Vice President Nangong! child?"

"Where is Mr. Tang?" Nangong asked silently.

"Blowing in the house!" Iri replied.

"Blow...hairy?"

Assistant Ann glanced at the stupid Ai Rui and hurriedly explained, "Blowing the dog!"

Nangong blinked his eyes unexpectedly, as if he didn't expect Tang Jue to do such a thing.

Standing outside the bamboo house, he really heard the hum of a hair dryer inside...

Nangong came in silently and obviously came to ask for a dog. Assistant An said in embarrassment, "President Tang said that no one is allowed in and disturb, otherwise you will come back later?"

Nangong murmured a little speechlessly after hearing that, "It's just blowing the dog, why don't people go in and disturb..."

However, he had put a big talk in front of Xia Yuxun, so naturally he could not leave so easily.

"Then I will wait for him here."

After talking in silence, Nangong sat down on a wooden stool in front of the house, resting his chin, and poking his head inward from time to time.

How can Tang Jue have a weird temper? Does his amnesia change his personality...