When Cheng Anqi woke up, she found that there was an extra man in the living room of her house.

"Ahh ”

She saw it clearly, it turned out to be He Haiyang.

Relieved, she poured herself a glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, and asked sullenly, "Why are you here with me?" ”

When He Hai carried her home yesterday, she didn't toss a lot, crying, laughing and making trouble, and finally fell asleep.

He carefully wiped her face with warm water. Others may not understand his obsession.

In his heart, Cheng Anqi is a goddess-like existence, he didn't want to pursue her in the past, but he always felt how humble he was in front of her.

He didn't want to get it, but he wanted to do everything in his power to protect her from harm.

Although Cheng Anqi's words were not polite, he was not angry at all, and asked with concern: "Does your headache hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!" she was still very irritable, and inadvertently saw the cast on her leg, and said hatefully: "Aren't you going to work today? ”

He Haiyang slept later than her last night, looking haggard: "What are you thinking about every day, making yourself like this." By the way, I have news for you. ”

She looked sideways and said disapprerovingly: "If it's Wang Xueyan's slut, don't tell me the news." ”

"It's a painting!" He Haiyang's voice was light and heavy.

She immediately looked at him: "What is the news of a painting?"

He Haiyang sighed, afraid that what he was about to say would surprise her too much, so he adjusted his sitting posture, and he said slowly: "Smell a painting is Li Mingze." ”

The brain that was still messy just now seemed to be injected into a clear stream, and Cheng Anqi instantly twisted all the mess into a straight line: "Impossible!!"

He Haiyang had long expected her to react like this: "There is nothing impossible in this world. Think about it, one was born in the United States and the other was born in China, can they look exactly the same? Xuanwen has already checked, they are the same person. 100% reliable!"

"How is that possible? How is this possible? A painting doesn't even know us!"

"Well, because he's amnesiac. ”

Cheng Anqi's mind was racing: "Li Mingze had an accident, returned to the United States after amnesia, and then changed his name to Wen Yihua? He can't remember everything, even Wang Xueyan, he can't remember?"

He Haiyang glared at her: "That's pretty much it." ”

"That's over!" she muttered to herself, "and there's no hope now." ”

He Haiyang frowned: "Why do you say that?"

Cheng Anqi became even more irritable: "Do you think, if Wang Xueyan knows that he is Li Mingze, then he is not determined to stick to him? No, this news must be blocked, and she must not be allowed to know." ”

Because of the fierce gaze in her eyes, her whole person no longer looks as bright and beautiful as before, but ruthless.

"What I can't get, she can't think about. She added again, brusquely.

"They all know it. He Haiyang's face was slightly vicious.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's all like this, what's the point of you telling me?"

He Haiyang was angry and painful about her performance: "You don't want to be so shocked, okay? I know that I know, but I still broke up." ”

"Cut!" she said disdainfully, "Wang Xueyan's thinking is always so boring, thinking that he is very unique, but in fact, he is just pretending. ”

She suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "No wonder Yihua asked me about high school last time, it seems that he hasn't remembered the past until now." ”

He Haiyang said: "It is said that he is very guilty, Anqi, is there any way for you to make him more guilty?"

"Guilty, do you feel guilty about me?" Cheng Anqi asked him in disbelief.

He blinked, didn't speak for at least ten seconds, and then sighed softly: "I feel guilty for forgetting Wang Xueyan." ”

He didn't rush because of her arrogance, nor because of her selfishness, nor because of her unreasonableness.

At this moment, he was really a little anxious for her unhesitating love for Wen Yihua, or her IQ.

No, it should be said that it was her love that lowered her IQ.

"Let him feel guilty and shameless to see Wang Xueyan again, so that they will cut off contact with themselves, and then look for an opportunity. Cheng Anqi understood, stared at a pair of big eyes, and returned to He Haiyang's channel.

"Anqi, the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, in fact, I don't think you and Wen Yihua have much chance. You don't cling anymore. He Haiyang said such a sentence in a ghostly manner, which made Cheng Anqi feel that his brain was in the water.

"Opportunity is meant to be created, don't you understand? I believe it's a turning point, it must be. I figured out what to do. "She seems to have an idea.

As long as it is related to Wenyi's painting, she has always had super high execution. In just one morning, her spirits were back to their best.

When the cast was removed, she let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally got rid of this thing." ”

He Haiyang shook his head: "Why are you tossing? Do you want to make him feel distressed?"

The doctor's advice is to walk more and not always tiptoe. Originally, it was not very serious, and I always walked on tiptoe, afraid that my muscles would atrophy if I didn't do it.

When she returned to her company, she looked high-spirited, and shouted at the clerk: Why is it not well placed here? Have you ever made the customer's information known? The clerks all looked at each other.

After not bothering to manage the store for so long, they thought she was going to close the store. To be honest, business is also relatively average.

She nestled in the comfortable sofa cushion, and thought of a few other similar news that He Haiyang said to her: Wang Xueyan is gone, and she will not marry Li Xuanwen.

I've been pretending to be pregnant, thinking about how to make Wen Yihua accept herself with a sense of responsibility and guilt, but I really haven't cared about these things.

As soon as she thought about it, yes, Li Xuanwen's scheduled travel photography did not continue. The clerks were all soft-spoken, and they were tiptoeing at work, for fear of being reprimanded by her.

She was pondering, thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat, and directly pulled Wen Yihua into the high school class group.

Then, @了闻一画: "Welcome Li Mingze back to the big family!"

There was no reaction at first, but after a few minutes.

Student 1: Expression [surprised]

Student 2: What?

Student 3: Cheng Anqi, don't make such jokes.

Student 4: Hell yes?

Student 5: Emoji [scared]

Cheng Anqi crossed Erlang's legs and posted a photo of Wen Yihua and himself in the United States, and said in the group: I am as surprised as everyone else, so glad that he is back.

For a while, everyone weighed and spoke, although they were skeptical, but after seeing the photo, they were all skeptical. Someone even boldly @ smelled a painting: Is it really you? Li Mingze.

At that time, Wen Yihua was in a meeting. Although the mobile phone was silent during the meeting, it was suddenly pulled into the group, and many group messages suddenly popped up, which were vibrated and brushed, and the mobile phone screen was also lit up from time to time.

He flipped his phone over, ignored it, and continued the meeting.

Xia Ziqing, who was sitting in Hangzhou to accept the project, couldn't be calm.

"Idiot!" he spit out these two words and immediately called Wang Xueyan, but no one answered the phone.

Feeling uneasy, he called home, but no one answered.

There was no way, he immediately called Song Yizhen again, but fortunately, she answered the phone quickly, and her voice was very low: "Xiao Xia, where are you?"

He secretly prayed that nothing would happen: "I'm still in Hangzhou, I called Xue Yan just now, but she didn't answer." ”

"We were in a hurry just now, and we forgot to bring our mobile phones. Song Yizhen said.

He asked, "Where are you? Is something wrong?"

Song Yizhen was silent for a moment and said, "Xue Yan suddenly reacted badly just now, and now she is in the hospital." ”

She said a little vaguely, and Xia Ziqing quickly booked a plane ticket. He is convinced that there is more to it than just pregnancy.

It was already 9 o'clock in the evening when I returned to Shenzhen, and Wang Xueyan was still in the hospital: the inpatient department.

Xia Ziqing's face made the driver afraid to say a word. Escorting him to the hospital as fast as he could, he walked to the ward with the greatest strides. When he walked in, he deliberately took a deep breath, and his facial muscles were tense and slightly jumping. She can't have an accident, and neither can the child.

"Auntie!" Song Yizhen and the nanny were there, Wang Xueyan fell asleep, and his voice was very soft.

was as urgent as him, and had to let Song Yizhen take him out of the ward to tell him the whole process.

Wang Xueyan originally just felt a little dizzy, she has always been like this recently. Lying on the bed, I don't know what the mood is wrong, and when I ask her, I don't make a sound, just sullen.

It didn't take long for the nanny to see her frowning, as if she was trying to endure some pain.

Song Yizhen was anxious, and she herself was anxious, and when she went to the hospital for an examination, there was a threatened miscarriage.

The doctor immediately ordered hospitalization, and when she hung up the drip, her face was pale.

She said softly to Song Yizhen: "Mom, if the child is gone, I really don't know what to do." ”

Song Yizhen said the question in her heart: "Is it because of him?"

She didn't deny it, and she didn't know how to describe it to Song Yizhen, she saw the gossip about Li Mingze in the classmate group.

Wen Yihua didn't say a word after being pulled into the group, she was so distressed that she didn't know if he knew about it?

What will happen to him? Will he be sad?

Cheng Anqi knew about it through Li Xuanwen, right? Xuanwen did this to force her out?

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, the more uncomfortable I became, and I missed Wen Yihua even more.

She especially wanted to question Li Xuanwen, why did she do this?