The reporter's leg had been severely injured and was bleeding. Their staff also gathered around him and said, "This sign is rusty. You need to go to the hospital immediately."
“But what about the news?”
At this time, the reporter was still worried that he would not be able to report the situation here in time.
"I come."
She stood behind them.
Everyone turned to look at her, but her face had been washed away by the rain and could not be seen clearly.
She bent down and tried to raise her voice as high as possible for them to hear.
The wind messed up her hair, so she picked up the black headband on her wrist and tied up the wet and messy hair, revealing her small face as big as a palm.
——
The news was sent out on time, but her appearance on TV was blurry, and you couldn't even recognize her unless you looked carefully.
The wind and rain were so strong that her face was already extremely wet, and she was wrapped tightly in the raincoat given by the staff.
The typhoon hit in the afternoon and there were no cars on the road.
In the luxurious ward of the hospital, the news was being replayed on the TV hanging on the wall.
"Yan Ye, that seems to be really sister Xiao Jian. She went to help without hesitation. I didn't dare to stop her when I saw Chang Xia standing by."
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, just stared at the people in the news.
Her face was washed away by the rain and could not be seen clearly, but he knew that it was indeed her.
She loves that industry, so of course she will never look back.
Su Bai said that the female reporter was carried away at that time, or maybe the news people had a spirit they didn't have.
However, Sheng Xin said that she had lost her memory.
She didn't look like she was on the screen.
"Yanye, does little sister Jian have any amnesia? From what I see, she looks normal."
Su Bai also stared at Zhuo Jian on the TV. He remembered the scene he saw. She discussed the problem with the staff so methodically and quickly broadcast the situation so calmly. Although there was a real powerful typhoon at that time
It hasn't come yet, but the wind is already very strong.
Fu Yanye frowned slightly and suddenly smiled.
——
The next day the typhoon stopped and the city returned to its original appearance.
Fu Yanye met Chang Xia at Fanxing.
Chang Xia was obviously a little overly nervous when she saw him, but when she noticed that he was losing weight, she couldn't help but look at him more.
"boss."
Chang Xia called him, respectfully and cautiously.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes to look at her. She had really not changed much in the past year.
"Am I still your boss now?"
Fu Yanye asked softly.
Chang Xia almost said that once a boss will always be a boss, but in the end he just lowered his head silently.
"Does she know you came to see me?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Chang Xia looked at him again without understanding.
Fu Yanye got up, walked to the bedside, looked at the scenery outside and said, "Zhuo Jian."
"Madam doesn't know."
Chang Xia explained in a low voice and bit her lip.
Fu Yanye sighed and turned to look at her: "Are her injuries healed?"
"It's almost good. Yesterday, I went to the hospital for a review. The doctor said that I can go for a review once in six months."
Chang Xia explained.
Fu Yanye felt wet and hot in his heart as he listened.
"Did she mention me?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
"No."
Chang Xia's voice became even softer.
Fu Yanye listened, but there was a flash of sensitivity in his dark eyes, and then he looked at Chang Xia and said, "Look at me."
Chang Xia was a little scared and raised her eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanye took a few steps closer to her, "Sheng Xin said she had lost her memory, right?"