"Hey, Han Zigao, when will you come back?" Ji Mingyang held his mobile phone and crooked on the sofa, where he still looked like the second young master of the Ji family.

"There are roast pig's trotters in the refrigerator, if you are hungry, you can eat them first, I have an operation here today, and I don't expect to go back until five o'clock." Han Zigao's always a little cold voice came from the other side.

Hearing such an answer, Ji Mingyang plucked his ears a little impatiently, and after a few perfunctory sounds, he suddenly thought of the same sentence: "I may be going home recently, did you find the medicine I asked you to check last time." ”

Han Zigao's voice didn't come from the other side for a long time, and it wasn't until Ji Mingyang thought that the signal was bad and called his name several times before he said in a flat tone: "Are you so curious? Have you ever thought that your sister-in-law's fact that she hasn't told you about this for so long means that she doesn't want you to know." ”

"Cut, when did you become such a good law-abiding citizen, whether my sister-in-law wants to let me know or not, I have to understand the medicine she takes. Although Ji Mingyang's words were flamboyant, his eyes unconsciously crossed a trace of worry.

He was wondering what the truth Gong Qingchen had hidden for so long, and why he refused to tell them when he was sick.

Is Gong Qingchen's amnesia inextricably linked to her illness last time?

The water was so deep that he didn't know if he should tell his brother about it for a while.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Mingyang lay lazily on the sofa, Han Zigao's blue-eyed Persian cat jumped on him, he took out a book to cover his eyes, but there were so many things in his mind, he didn't know what kind of illness Gong Qingchen had.

He thought about going directly to Gong Qingchen and asking her openly, but he had a hunch in his heart that if he asked Gong Qingchen directly, Gong Qingchen would definitely not tell him the truth, on the contrary, this move might make Gong Qingchen wary of him from now on.

When Han Zigao opened the door with the salted crispy chicken in his hand, the first thing he saw was Ji Mingyang sleeping on the sofa, with a book on his face, covering his ears and stealing the bell there. When the Persian cat saw Han Zigao, he happily jumped off Ji Mingyang's belly and meowed around his shoes.

Gently kicked it aside with his foot, Han Zigao took off his shoes and shook the salty crispy chicken in his hand at his ear, and his tone was full of doting: "Don't trouble him again in the future, otherwise I won't buy anything good for you to eat next time." ”

Han Zigao entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and found that the roast pig's trotters left a few days ago had not been moved, he couldn't help but hold his forehead a little, it seems that Ji Mingyang has been lying like this all day today, and he doesn't even eat.

made several dishes in a muffled voice, probably because the fragrance of the dishes attracted Ji Mingyang, he finally woke up from his dream, rubbed his eyes, walked to Han Zigao's side, pinched a piece of meat with his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and said very shamelessly: "General." ”

Hearing such an evaluation, Han Zigao's face was still unshocked, and he took two dishes and ordered Ji Mingyang: "Bring those two dishes over, let's eat." ”

After taking a cup of coffee from the refrigerator and taking a few sips, Ji Mingyang's face was a little refreshed, and he took the dishes to the living room. Han Zigao had already set up the dishes and chopsticks, Ji Mingyang pulled out the chair, sat on the chair, picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a shrimp and threw it into his mouth. This chair and table are a set, all of which are made of pineapple wood, and Han Zigao is more good at living.

And Ji Mingyang is the kind of person who is extremely picky, the kind of person who has lived a worse life because of pickiness, Han Zigao glanced at the coffee in Ji Mingyang's hand lightly and said: "Don't drink coffee, drinking too much is not good for your health." ”

"Hey, what is the main purpose of that medicine, I've been with you for a week, don't you still play with me and say that I haven't found out. Ji Mingyang has always spoken in this tone to his friend for many years, which may seem a little unkind to outsiders.

Sandwiched a few pieces of bamboo shoots in his mouth, Han Zi raised his extremely deep eyes and looked at Ji Mingyang: "I found it, Ji Mingyang, since you want to know this matter so much, then call your husband to listen, and I will tell you if I am in a good mood." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Ji Mingyang threw the spoon in his hand into the bowl, the eyes of the two people intersected, there were some things that the other party couldn't see through, Ji Mingyang's personality was not so much gentle, but rather that he was lazy.

He doesn't argue with people just because he feels that arguing is more tiring and exhausting. Han Zigao was not frightened by Ji Mingyang's angry eyes, he shrugged his shoulders and said in a very indifferent tone: "When did you not make such a joke." ”

"Fuck your uncle, what's your husband's name! I really hate that I can call you wife at most. The anger in Ji Mingyang's eyes quickly disappeared, and he had an extremely innocent smile on his face.

"That medicine is mainly used for anxiolytics, as for what you said about causing amnesia, it is impossible, but if your sister-in-law is mentally good enough to take anti-anxiety medicine, then it is not surprising that her memory has declined. The expression on Han Zigao's face was very serious, and he would only show such an expression when he was angry.

Ji Mingyang didn't have the idea of coaxing him at all, and there was no gap in the calmness on the surface after taking a sip of tea, but at the same time, there was a storm in his heart.

He couldn't have imagined that Gong Qingchen's psychological state was so bad, that Gong Qingchen, who laughed so much that he never had a heart, and Gong Qingchen, who accompanied him to make trouble, had reached the point where he couldn't control his condition even if he needed to take medicine.

He wanted to laugh but couldn't hold his nerve in the end, he still had a stiff smile on his face, but a tear fell straight from his eye.

"It's already ......" Ji Mingyang didn't seem to be able to adapt to the fact that he was crying, his tone trembled and almost changed, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled for a while before reaching out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Has she reached such a point?

"It's not easy to say, after all, whether it can be treated or not has a lot to do with her own mentality, and every psychological patient has come to such a point for a reason, if she doesn't untie her heart knot, no matter how much she does now, it's just to help her drag, and she will collapse sooner or later. Compared with Ji Mingyang's caring tone, Han Zigao's tone was extremely cold, without a trace of human touch.

"Is there a knot in her heart, what kind ......of knot does she have?" Ji Mingyang's words were not finished when he heard the mobile phone ringing in his pocket.