After dinner, An Han ignored Nangong Chenyang and got up alone and went back to the room to wash. When she lazily wiped her wet long hair out of the bathroom, she saw Nangong Chenyang sitting on the sofa in the room reading the documents

"Don't go to rest and read some documents here, don't you know if you're sick?" An Han continued to wipe his hair and let out a stern reproach

Nangong Chenyang didn't refute, got up and pulled An Han to sit on the sofa. Walked to the bathroom, took out the hair dryer, and gently blew An Han's hair......

"I can do it myself, you go and rest!"

Nangong Chenyang said lightly: "If you can blow your hair, you won't walk out of the bathroom so wet"

was said by Nangong Chenyang, An Han bowed his head slightly to say that he would not refute. Let Nangong Chenyang gently blow her hair for her

"Nangong, I've been having nightmares lately"

"Huh?" Nangong Chenyang listened quietly, no matter what she said, he would be that loyal listener

"I dreamed that a lot of people were fighting with knives, and I dreamed that a lot of people were going to arrest me somewhere. It's bloody in my dreams, it's very scary!"

Nangong Chenyang's hand blowing his hair paused...... "Did you dream of anything else?"

An Han thought for a while: "No, that's all." ”

Nangong Chenyang continued to blow his hair: "Don't think nonsense, dreams are fake." ”

"Well, it's almost, sit down and I'll see if you have a fever."

An Han took Nangong Chenyang's hand and let him take advantage of the situation to get on the sofa. A delicate hand gently measured the temperature on his forehead

Nangong Chenyang gently held An Han's hand, and his tone was extremely soft: "Xiao Han, I'm fine." You rest early."

Saying that, Nangong Chenyang put down the hair dryer, turned around and walked out of An Han's bedroom. An Han was stunned for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong......

But I can't say it......

Nangong Chenyang walked out of the cold garden, sat in the pavilion, looked at the sea of roses in the courtyard, and his heart was like numbness......

There are a lot of things that he can't figure out......

Why did her parents and Aunt Lan strongly object to telling An Han about her past......

Even if others don't know, why doesn't she know about it herself?

Now...... Her memories seemed to be gradually recovering. If she really knew one day, what kind of danger would An Han have if she knew?

All thoughts are chaotic. Nangong Chenyang was puzzled.

He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare, he didn't dare to reveal the slightest bit of information that An Han might remember about it. Even for himself and An Han's parents

"Young Master, why are you here?"

Xiao Li walked out of the villa and watched Nangong Chenyang in a daze in the gazebo

"It's okay, think about something"

Xiao Li frowned: "It's so cold at night, you sit here." Isn't the young master afraid that Miss Han will see it and get angry again?"

Nangong Chenyang got up and walked like a villa: "If you don't say it, she won't know"

Xiao Li was stunned when he heard this, he hated his mouth to death, why did he owe it so much!

Returning to the villa and walking upstairs, An Han was leaning on the gatehouse of his bedroom, waiting for him with a smile on the corner of his mouth

But this laugh is not kind......

"Xiao Han,"

Nangong Chenyang stepped forward and hugged her: "No matter what happens in the future, you must remember that there is still me!

The sudden words made An Han stunned in place, and she suddenly didn't know what to do when she wanted to get angry. The mood couldn't be reversed for a while, and his expression was stunned

"Nangong, what's going on?" An Han said for a long time

Nangong Chenyang released An Han from his arms and looked at An Han with deep eyes: "No matter what happens in the future, you have to believe me, understand?"

An Han nodded as if he didn't understand. But the mind is chaotic

She thinks she is the one who knows Nangong Chenyang best, but there are many things that she can't answer.