Strange Cell Phone

"Everyone saw you standing on the roof using amnesia to turn you from the perpetrator to the victim." Thinking of this, Peng Zezai's tone became colder.

"I don't even know what you're talking about. I really lost my memory. I don't know what you're talking about." Zhao Jia felt even more wronged. Ten minutes ago, she had just accepted the fact that she was already a married and pregnant woman. Now, she felt truly wronged.

'So wronged, so wronged.' She had to repeat the important thing three times!

"At ten o'clock in the morning the day before yesterday, Wanqing fell from the roof of Liyuan, and you fainted on the roof." Peng Zezai stared at Zhao Jia's expression, trying to find a flaw in her reaction.

"Who fell? Wanqing? I don't even remember your name. What victim? I don't remember anything about the incident or perpetrator." Zhao Jia's reaction made Peng Zezai feel a little frustrated. He admitted that as someone who had been in the business for a long time, she seemed genuine.

If it had been someone else who had said those words, he would have believed it.

At this moment, Zhao Jia really felt that her head was hurting. She really did not know anything about the past few years, including whether she had become the perpetrator.

However, she could be certain of one thing. Although she had been pampered since young, her parents had always taught her to be a kind and good person.

Her evaluation of herself was not bad either. Other than occasionally doing a few things she should not have, she definitely did not have any malicious intentions.

She was so kind and cute. How could she push someone down the stairs?

She had always been loved by everyone. She was like a beautiful flower! With such a good-looking face, she had always been very popular.

She did not expect that she would actually be despised by her husband now.

"Peng Zezai." For some reason, when Peng Zezai heard her say that she did not remember his name, an inexplicable rage rose in his heart.

Peng Zezai? This name did not sound right. It was very... very heartless.

"Could it be that the one who fell downstairs is your lover?" Zhao Jia's mind was wide open as she began to fantasize endlessly. "You heartless man, you're too much. You don't even let me touch such a beautiful hand, but you let that woman touch it?!"

Too much!

It was simply too easy for that lover of his!

No, no, no, what was the word? Mistress! She was a mistress!

Peng Zezai's hand was the most beautiful hand she had ever seen.

His skin was fair and his fingers were long. They were even more beautiful than her brother's hands.

It was too much.

Peng Zezai's usually expressionless face faltered. He frowned slightly and his tone was as indifferent as ever. "Although I don't have any feelings for you, I won't go to another woman behind your back."

Just her alone was enough.

"So, you're just going to seek her out openly? You're here to denounce me, aren't you?" Zhao Jia's imagination was getting more and more out of control.

Zhao Jia's heart grew colder and colder. 'Sigh, that woman really took advantage of me.'

Thinking of this, Zhao Jia felt like shutting up. She tucked the test results away and scanned the room. She saw a small white bag on the bedside table.

It should be hers!

She reached out for the bag, opened it, and took out a folding screen phone.

Is this phone broken? Why Is it stuck together?

Fortunately, it seemed to still work. Zhao Jia studied it for a minute before opening the folding screen.

Why is there not a single button on this phone?

It's too strange.

'To prevent you from forgetting your password, you need to enter your lock screen password every 72 hours.' The phone screen lit up, and what greeted her was the lock screen and this sentence.

The lock screen wallpaper on the phone was a man in a suit. He looked to be at the airport, and the people around him seemed dull in comparison. She looked up, realizing that the man in the wallpaper was Peng Zezai.

Could it be that she liked him?

She actually used a picture of him as her lock screen wallpaper?

Zhao Jia roared internally. Ever since she was young, she had always used her own photos for wallpaper. Her phone was filled with her own photos and photos of her and Fang Tang.

She had not even come into contact with the opposite sex, and there were only a few male contacts on her phone.

Even Fang Tang did not appear as her lock screen wallpaper.

This man..

How much did she like him if he ended up as her phone's lock screen wallpaper?

Zhao Jia firmly believed that there must be more information about him on her phone.

She immediately typed in her birthdate, but the password was wrong. She entered Fang Tang's birthday, but it was still wrong.

Zhao Jia was stunned. Her mind froze for a few seconds before she thought of a bold idea. "Mr. Peng, may I ask, do you know what my phone passcode is?"