The magic that Professor Qin said was that Sheng Lanlan's physical condition was exactly the same as that of an eighteen-year-old girl, and time seemed to freeze on her. If you can find out the reason for Sheng Lanlan's rejuvenation, it will be a sensation in the world.

Professor Qin carefully inquired about Sheng Lanlan's various symptoms before she fell ill, but she still scratched her ears and cheeks and couldn't find the reason. I had to fly back to Beijing with the test data and a small tube of blood samples taken from Sheng Lanlan.

In the following days, Sheng Lanlan gradually adapted to a new life.

She is now a mother, but her mind is not ready, and her memory is still stuck in the time when she was pregnant. Occasionally, she would caress her smooth and firm lower abdomen, and a faint melancholy rose in her heart.

Looking at the two powdery babies, she even wondered if she had given birth to them. She has not experienced fetal movements, and she has not completed the prenatal education she formulated for scientific parenting. The missing memory often made her fall into deep thought.

Ou Suyang accompanies her every day, telling her interesting stories about barley and beans. Sheng Lanlan sometimes chuckled when she heard it, she missed the growth of a pair of children in a year, she couldn't miss their future anymore, she wanted to train them into talents.

Only then did she think of her younger brother Sheng Jianfeng, whom she hadn't seen since she woke up.

Ou Suyang patted his head like a dream.

"I sent Xiao Feng abroad to study business, and his grades have been getting better and better this year, and he can graduate and return to China the year after that. Don't worry, my cousin often visits him over there. ”

My brother is going abroad again! This surprised Sheng Lanlan. Her affairs have already made Ou Suyang worry enough, and her younger brother has also made Ou Suyang work hard. She gratefully hugged Ou Suyang's arm, not knowing what to say.

"Is it to blame me for sending Xiao Feng away?"

"You're doing it for his good, you don't want him to be sad to see me like that. You must be hiding it from him when I'm sick, right?"

Ou Suyang patted her hand and did not speak.

Sheng Lanlan guessed Ou Suyang's thoughts, looked at his side and smiled sweetly. His heart was overflowing with happiness, and his cheeks were flushed with drunkenness. She loved his side face to death, and every line was a model of aesthetics.

She couldn't help but touch Ou Suyang's face, and as soon as her hand was stretched out, Ou Suyang turned her head sideways to look at her. She retracted her hand and put her arm around him again, somehow, like a rabbit in her heart, as if she was in love with Ou Suyang.

The feeling of being nervous, excited, wanting to be close to him, and being afraid of his rejection is really like returning to the first love when I was eighteen years old......

I don't know how he feels? Sheng Lanlan's heart was worried.

It's been a few days since she woke up, and every day Ou Suyang would help her cover the quilt, watch her fall asleep, and then kiss her on the forehead before lying down in the quilt next to her, and never touched her body.

Sheng Lanlan felt that this was not normal, they were husband and wife, they loved each other in life and death, they should be closer.

There were times when she wanted to pull open the quilt and break through his quilt defense, but when she stretched out her legs to try it, his quilt was pressed under her, and her feet couldn't reach into it at all. She tried to reach out and pull it, but quietly pulled it a few times, but the quilt didn't move at all.

Ou Suyang wrapped himself tightly like a mummy, lying flat on the bed, motionless. If he hadn't woken up in the morning and smiled at her, she would have thought it was a doll sleeping next to her......

No, I can't go on like this, I have to lift his quilt today anyway......

Sheng Lanlan's heart has never been so eager for close contact with Ou Suyang.

She longs for his depth, for his caresses. She wanted to listen to his pounding heartbeat, wanted to touch his solid chest, wanted to go to the cloud bliss with him, and experienced the wonderful feeling of being reborn.

Sheng Lanlan stole a glance at Ou Suyang, who was also looking at her.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Am I smiling?"

Sheng Lanlan is playing tricks, her eyebrows and eyes are full of youthful naughtiness, and the corners of her mouth are full of sweetness unconsciously raised.

Ou Suyang held her face, which was like a newly blooming bud in the sun, so fresh that it could wring out water. He couldn't help but want to kiss it, but when he saw the nanny standing on the balcony with the child in her arms, he couldn't help it.

It's been more than a year, Ou Suyang has long been accustomed to endless waiting, and he has long hidden his **** love fire in his heart.

The lover suddenly woke up, and he was a little caught off guard. Every late night, listening to Sheng Lanlan's even breathing, he felt very satisfied. A few nights, he knew that Sheng Lanlan was pulling his quilt, and he wanted to hug her, give her the most passionate hug and caressing, and let her experience the most wonderful happiness.

But he couldn't do it, his heart was like water, and there were no waves. He was afraid that he would hold her, but he couldn't give her all the love, and she would suffer more and suffer more.

Ou Suyang would rather fake sleep, and the insomnia all night made him even more exhausted.

During Sheng Lanlan's sleepy year, he was full of expectations for his lover's recovery. But after Sheng Lanlan woke up, he was full of guilt and helplessness for his lover. He felt that he could never give her such happiness again, and he secretly tried, and the once majestic Tiger General had lost his ability and did not react.

Ou Suyang looked at Sheng Lanlan's smiling face, and sighed secretly in his heart. If he could no longer nourish the most delicate flower in the world, he didn't know whether to give it up or not. He knew that no matter how beautiful a flower was, it would wither if it was not nourished, and he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't ......

If Sheng Lanlan's brilliance and color slowly dimmed, he felt that he was a sinner in this world. He was willing to give her a new lease of life, even though it would be cruel to him. He knew that it was just as cruel to Sheng Lanlan. But isn't love just letting go? Let go of your lover and pursue a happier life?

"What do you want?"

Sheng Lanlan saw the floating light and shadow in Ou Suyang's eyes, and she knew that he must have thought of something sad.

She felt that for Ou Suyang, the saddest thing was the suffering of the past year!

In order to take better care of her, he left the army and was demobilized. In order for her two companies to operate normally, he worked harder than Sheng Lanlan, and ran Sheng Lan's fashion magazine and fashion company well. At the end of last year, Shenglan Pharmaceutical was also promoted to the stock market......

Last spring, two of Ou Suyang's research results were patented, and they made a lot of profits. What Sheng Lanlan once joked with Ou Suyang, he always remembered that he wanted to fulfill his lover's wish. Personally drew the drawings and built a three-story villa. I deliberately bought an Audi sedan that Sheng Lanlan once wanted to buy, but didn't buy. He believes that his lover will one day wake up and see everything he has done, and he wants her to know that everything he has done is for her......

All the income obtained by Ou Suyang to help Sheng Lanlan operate the company was deposited in Sheng Lanlan's name.

Sheng Lan Pharmaceutical went public, Sheng Lanlan immediately became the richest man in Zhongzhou, and everyone was full of curiosity about the richest woman in Zhongzhou who never showed up. TV stations and newspapers scrambled to interview Sheng Lanlan, but Ou Suyang refused all interviews.

Sheng Lanlan's illness is a secret, just like that night Zhongzhou once faced the danger of radiation in the whole city, and as a secret, it was also sealed in the dust of history.