I Lost My Memory After She Was Moved

Chapter 9:

There is no difference between Zhao Zhao himself and TV. In the absence of filters in reality, Zhao Zhao's appearance is half as good as her on TV, and even the real person is slightly better.

Cen Luo was stunned for a second at Zhao Zhao's sudden greeting.

The company usually goes to work at nine o'clock, but now it's only half past eight, and there are only a few people in the office.

Normally, Cen Luo would only come ten minutes earlier at most, but today he came earlier because of work.

There are two other people in the office.

One was Jiang Ting, who said that she never wanted to meet Zhao Zhao again, and the other was Guan Hui, who had always been at odds with Cen Luo.

Since Cen Luo entered the office, Jiang Ting's eyes for help have been on Cen Luo.

At first, Cen Luo was a little puzzled, why Jiang Ting looked at her like that, until she saw Zhao Zhao sitting at her workstation and heard her voice.

There were only Jiang Ting and Guan Hui in the office, and Guan Hui was far away from her work station, so she might not have found Zhao Zhao sitting here.

I don't know how long Zhao Zhao and Jiang Ting have been in contact.

"Hello, I'm Cen Luo, the main person in charge of your sweeping activity this time, Miss Zhao."

Although he didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Zhao's words, Cen Luo introduced himself instinctively.

"Zhao Zhao."

"Um?"

"My name is Zhao Zhao."

Zhao Zhao's eyes have been fixed on Cen Luo, as if observing Cen Luo's reaction.

But to her regret, when Cen Luo heard her name, she just paused, and then asked her suspiciously, "Did you ask me to call your name?"

"uh-huh."

Seeing that she didn't recognize him, Zhao Zhao was a little disappointed, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Are you so forgetful?"

"Um?"

Zhao Zhaosheng is beautiful, different from the plastic face that is everywhere in the entertainment industry today, just like today's tan with long straight hair, both glamorous and pure.

Very recognizable and memorable.

And Cen Luo's memory is not bad, if Cen Luo has seen Zhao Zhao, he will definitely remember her.

Jiang Ting, who was silent on the side, cast a pitying look at Cen Luo. It seems to be saying: Look at me and say it, Zhao Zhao is not easy to get along with at all.

"Have we met?"

In the end, Cen Luo still asked this sentence.

The way Zhao Zhao looked at her made her feel very uncomfortable, complaining and mocking, and it seemed to have other meanings.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhao withdrew his slightly mocking expression and smiled softly: "Have you forgotten? It was raining that day, so I asked my assistant to give you an umbrella."

Cen Luo suddenly realized that the artist who came to Yunjing Mansion in the middle of the night was Zhao Zhao.

After Zhao Zhao said this, the more Cen Luo looked at Zhao Zhao, the more familiar he felt.

After all, Cen Luo only saw Zhao Zhao's eyes at that time. At that time, he felt very clear and bright, so he remembered it more deeply.

Zhao Zhao's eyes were still on Cen Luo, as if waiting for her to say something.

"Thank you for that day, thanks to your umbrella." Cen Luo smiled dryly and thanked Zhao Zhao.

Who knew that Zhao Zhao just sneered when he heard the words: "Ha."

Cen Luo vaguely seemed to understand Jiang Ting's words.

In the end, she chose to ignore Zhao Zhao's slightly sarcastic sneer, walked to her workstation, put down her bag, and then looked at Zhao Zhao, who had been sitting still at her workstation, and hesitated.

Zhao Zhao tilted his head and looked at Cen Luo who was standing in front of him, waiting for her voice.

After a while, Cen Luo saw Zhao Zhao still sitting motionless at the workstation, and reminded gently, "Miss Zhao, can I trouble you to get up? I'm about to prepare for work."

The smile on Zhao Zhao's face suddenly stopped, his lips pursed tightly.

Cen Luo didn't know what Zhao Zhao was thinking, but at the moment she just wanted to sit back at her workstation and start preparing for work.

After all, she came so early today to prepare for work.

Zhao Zhao seemed to be annoyed by Cen Luo's move, and stood up from her seat with a somewhat inexplicable gaze.

"thank you."

Although Cen Luo didn't know why he wanted to thank others for returning things.

Cen Luo lowered his head and touched the drawer box under his workstation, and took out a packed umbrella from it.

Handed it to Zhao Zhao, who was standing aside and had not left: "Here, thank you for your umbrella, I have sorted it out."

Zhao Zhao glanced at the umbrella in front of him, but did not take it, but sat at the workstation next to Cen Luo.

"It's sunny today."

"Um?"

"You want me to be laughed at?"

Cen Luo: "..."

"Or wait for the live broadcast, do you want me to advertise this umbrella?"

Cen Luo: "..."

Cen Luo now deeply understands Jiang Ting's words.

Zhao Zhao is indeed not a good person.

He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the clock, ten minutes had passed.

"So what should I do? Miss Zhao?"

Cen Luo decided to seriously follow Zhao Zhao's advice to deal with the umbrella.

"My name is Zhao Zhao." Zhao Zhao reminded Cen Luo again.

In Cen Luo's opinion, calling Miss Zhao is just to be polite. In front of the camera, she can affectionately call her "Zhaozhao, Xiaozhao", but in private, they are not familiar with each other.

The cry of Miss Zhao is also harmless.

This title also applies when dealing with other artists in private.

Although he thought so in his heart, on the face Cen Luo nodded, indicating that he knew.

Then I heard Zhao Zhao's words:

"It protects you from rain, and you should keep it well."

Zhao Zhao said this naturally, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Okay, okay.

Cen Luo gently put the umbrella back into the drawer, and then looked at Zhao Zhao: "Look, how is it?"

Zhao Zhao nodded: "Reluctantly, it is sincere."

Cen Luo laughed a little when he heard this. Zhao Zhao didn't seem to be difficult to get along with, but she seemed to have another set of criteria in her heart.

A little overbearing and a little cute.

Zhao Zhao didn't seem to plan to leave, and sat at the workstation next to Cen Luo and watched Cen Luo turn on the computer to work.

After that, he thought it was too far away, so he leaned his chair next to Cen Luo.

Clearly saw the words on Zen Luo's screen.

Cen Luo heard the sound of the chair moving and knew that Zhao Zhao was getting closer to her.

She didn't dodge or cover the screen. Anyway, what she was perfecting was the plan for today's live event.

"Is that what your job is? I'm going to experience that too today?"

Zhao Zhao asked curiously.

The tone was no longer as aggressive as before, and I could tell that she was really curious.

"No, although I can't tell you the specific process today, it's definitely not difficult."

Sweeping the building itself is equivalent to a publicity event, and they naturally won't embarrass the artist.

After a while, there were more and more people in the office.

Many people stared at Zhao Zhao with great curiosity.

Although the entertainment department often deals with various artists, they are still very curious and interested when they meet them in private.

Especially when there are entertainer fans in the office.

"Zhao Zhao, can you sign me? I like you so much."

A colleague saw Zhao Zhao sitting next to Cen Luo as soon as he entered the office.

While everyone was still hesitating, she had already rushed up.

As an artist, Zhao Zhao naturally knew his responsibilities. He took the pen and paper from the speaker and signed his name.

Someone started, and all the people behind followed, and the traffic jammed up for a while.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Jiang Ting told Liu Dan who had just sat down next to what had just happened, and added:

"I believe that now the team leader will be able to understand the pain in my heart."

After listening to the words, Liu Dan thought for a while, and then murmured: "It seems a little strange."

Cen Luo, who was originally perfecting the plan, was interrupted because of everyone's congestion.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at the clock, just pointing to nine o'clock, clapped his palms, and reminded the people in the office, "It's nine o'clock, it's time to go to work."

The people around were quiet for a while, and then someone left obediently.

There are also disobedient people still wandering around.

"The sweeping activity is scheduled for the afternoon. Aren't you afraid of destroying your own value when you come so early?"

Cen Luo didn't quite understand that it was an afternoon event, so why did Zhao Zhaolai come so early?

Now everyone is curious, the things that should be said have been said, and the signatures that should be requested are coming, who will be around her then?

Although she didn't know what the relationship between Zhao Zhao and Fang Ruo, who was with the crew, was in general, the two must be in a competitive relationship afterwards.

Zhao Zhao and Fang Ruo have both joint propaganda and separate activities.

Now that Zhao Zhao has appeared to satisfy everyone's curiosity, and Fang Ruo has not yet appeared, and the mysterious veil has not been lifted, who will everyone want to run to?

The people who had gathered around him gradually dispersed and returned to their workstations.

The person sitting next to Cen Luo asked for a two-week sick leave, so even if it was time for work, Zhao Zhao could still sit here.

After everyone in the office dispersed, Zhao Zhao kept supporting his head with his hands and tilted his head to look at Cen Luo.

"You really don't remember me?"

Cen Luo was typing, and when he heard this, he thought that Zhao Zhao was still talking about the umbrella that day, so he replied:

"I only saw your eyes that day, not your face."

"Shouldn't be." Zhao Zhao mumbled.

Cen Luo was about to ask Zhao Zhao what her words meant.

Then I heard Zhao Zhao's words again: "My unique and charming eyes should not be forgotten."

Cen Luo: "..."

Although Cen Luo admits that Zhao Zhao's eyes are really good-looking, but no one praises her like that, right?

Speaking of good-looking eyes, Cen Luo only thinks that Jian Mu's eyes are the best.

Every time they get close, what Cen Luo likes to kiss the most is her eyes.

"I'm talking to you." Seeing that Cen Luo seemed to be distracted, Zhao Zhao felt unhappy for a moment.

"Listen, I'll try to remember it next time."

Cen Luo was a little helpless.

At first I thought that Zhao Zhao was not easy to get in touch with, but when he came down, Cen Luo found out that Zhao Zhao was a child at heart.

In fact, if Zhao Zhao was spraying the perfume that day, maybe Cen Luo could recognize her at a glance.

Because the taste is so unique.

But the perfume Zhao Zhao used today was not the same perfume that day, and the smell was much stronger by comparison.

"May I ask, what was the perfume you used that day?"

"When?"

"Friday, the day it rained."

They had seen each other once, and Zhao Zhao had to ask her what day it was.

Cen Luo didn't understand her behavior.

"Oh, I took it casually." Seeing Cen Luo's expression a little disappointed, thinking she liked the perfume, Zhao Zhao asked again, "Do you like it? Do you want it? Or I'll give you a bottle?"

Not to mention that this was just the first time she and Zhao Zhao met, let alone that there was no reason to take a gift from someone else and then another person.

He shook his head: "It just feels like someone will like it."

"Who? Someone you like?"

Cen Luo and Zhao Zhao were not familiar with each other, and they didn't pick up the conversation.

After a while, just when Cen Luo just saved the copy and was about to get up to get himself a cup of coffee.

I heard Zhao Zhao's questioning voice again:

"You really don't remember me?"

This was Zhao Zhao's third time asking, and he kept asking for an answer like a stubborn child.

Cen Luo finally realized that Zhao Zhao was not talking about the umbrella she gave her that day.

Have they seen it elsewhere?

"Have we met?" Cen Luo asked rhetorically.

"no."

Zhao Zhao's voice was almost indifferent, and he was different from just now.