The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 722

It seemed that she needed to get to the bottom of her dreams and headaches!

Ling Yiran made up her mind and arranged the appointment with Dr. Leng on her phone.

Just after Ling Yiran ended the call, Gao Congming knocked on the door and entered Yi Jinli's office.

"Young Master Yi, Miss Ling has just contacted the psychiatrist with the last name Leng. The appointment is scheduled for the day after tomorrow."

Yi Jinli lowered his eyes. His long fingers held the pen in his hand, still signing smoothly on the papers. "All right, got it."

Then, Gao Congming withdrew from the office.

It was only at the moment when the door was about to close that he heard a faint crack in his ear.

It was as if something had cracked.

The door of the president's office closed and Yi Jinli sat on a sofa chair, still in the same position, but he had stopped signing.

The pen in his hand had broken in two, and his handsome face was clouded with gloom.

'Is Yiran... Still trying to get her lost memories back? Is she trying to retrieve the memories associated with Gu Lichen?

'Why? She said she wanted to grow old with me, but why would she want to get back the memories associated with other men?

'Could it be that no matter how much I love her and crawl at her feet, there’ll always be a place in her heart for Gu Lichen?'

…

"You're so heavy. Carrying you is tiring." The little girl seemed to be complaining.

"I.. I'm sorry..." It was the boy's sobs. He sounded embarrassed.

He had never thought that one day he would let a girl carry him like this. However, now his feet hurt so badly that he could not walk.

He said, "If you like this dress that much, then when we get off the hill, I'll ask my dad to buy you an exact one."

'Even if I can't buy one, I'll ask Daddy to find someone to make one that’s the same.'

"It's all right. Didn't you say you were going to get me a purple dress? I'll just wait for your purple dress!" Then, she mumbled, "However, I won't take it if it's too ugly!"

'The purple dress…'

Gu Lichen was now standing in front of a wardrobe, looking at the purple dress with the same tiny flowers on the hem as that dress.

However, this dress was naturally much more delicate than the dress the little girl wore.

Gu Lichen raised his hand and gently touched the dress. Every year for years, he made a purple dress. They were of different styles, but the only thing that stayed the same was the little flowers on the dress.

Because ‘she’ liked these little flowers.