First Love in My Memory(5)

12

On the second day, I was shocked by the person who directly fell in from outside.

The man rubbed his head and hissed. Then he looked up at me with no surprise.

He asked, "Have you forgotten who I am?"

I looked at him quietly and nodded.

"Fine..."

My name is Charlie Goodwin..." he patiently introduced himself to me.

That made me couldn't help laughing.

He was stunned and then chuckled.

"You bad girl, Bernadette. You are fooling me again."

When he sat in front of me, I always felt some indescribable familiarity.

It seemed that we had known each other for a long time, so I felt at ease when he just looked at me without saying anything.

"Charlie, tell me how we knew each other."

He repeated this question. "How did we know each other?"

He put his hand behind his back and looked up as if he was recalling carefully. Only then did I find that he had always been dressed very casually.

It seemed that Ryan would never wear white T-shirts and underpants. He always wore black suit