Even though Song Song wasn’t afraid of him, his words still stirred sothing within her.
What did "very explicit, very violent" an?
Could it be that he wanted to do sothing to her...
The thought of that possibility made Song Song feel uneasy. If she could, she would have jumped out of the car, but it was too dangerous.
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the largest hotel in Hong Kong, and Xiao Jinghuai carried the girl into a private room.
At that mont, Huo Junting was waiting inside. Upon seeing how the two entered, even his usually calm deanor showed a montary surprise—
Obviously, Song Song now was much harder to deal with than before, otherwise, Xiao Jinghuai wouldn’t have looked so displeased.
He hadn’t expected Xiao Jinghuai to have followed them to Hong Kong and even beco a temporary lecturer at Nandao University.
Because of this, he thought Xiao Jinghuai still cared about Song Song.
Otherwise, who would bother going to such lengths?
But he probably hadn’t expected that Song Song would lose her mory at this critical mont. Even though it was temporary, who could say when she would rember again?
During this ti, he had looked up a lot of information on temporary amnesia. Although so people recover quickly, so never rember...
So, it’s really a matter of probability, because the human brain is so mysterious.
Song Song hadn’t expected Xiao Jinghuai would bring her to see him—
What exactly was going on?
If he really was that kind of scumbag, he shouldn’t dare to et the student’s family, could she have misunderstood?
Even if there’s a misunderstanding, his act of dragging her into a small room and kissing her forcefully showed he wasn’t a good person.
After putting the girl down, Xiao Jinghuai walked over to Huo Junting and asked with a very serious expression, "What’s going on with her?"
"Just as you’ve seen, she... has amnesia. Two days ago, on her way back from school, she was hit by a car with failed brakes..."
Xiao Jinghuai had considered this possibility, but he still needed confirmation, so he found Huo Junting, and it turned out to be true.
Song Song’s puzzled gaze darted between the two n, and then she asked, "Big brother, who exactly is Xiao Jinghuai to ?"
"Your husband—"
Xiao Jinghuai casually let out three words.
"What?"
Song Song didn’t believe it, "Don’t joke around. If you’re my husband, why would my mom be so happy when she heard I forgot about you?"
Huo Junting chuckled helplessly, "Song Song, he’s not lying. You are indeed married. As for why Aunt Xue disagrees, that’s a long story, but it’s absolutely true that you’re married—"
Song Song was instantly dumbfounded, she looked at the man who had forcibly kissed her not long ago, and whom she had called a "scumbag," and asked with a smile, "Why did we... get married?"
She admitted the man in front of her was very handso, to the point of being outrageously charming, but she couldn’t feel any connection between them.
So, she could dismiss the idea that they married out of love for each other...
Xiao Jinghuai answered frankly, "Because of my grandfather."
"Ha!"
Song Song suddenly laughed, "So, this wasn’t a marriage out of love. Can we get a divorce?"
She didn’t want this kind of marriage and couldn’t understand why she had agreed to it in the first place.
Huo Junting felt the current scene wasn’t suitable for a third party to be present because he could already feel a certain soone’s oppressive aura from head to toe.
"Song Song, I have so errands to run, I’ll leave you guys to it."
After saying that, Huo Junting gave a aningful smile and left.
Song Song was a bit anxious seeing him leave, and wanted to follow when soone suddenly slamd the door shut—
Imdiately, she was turned around, and her nose bumped into sothing.
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