After Huo Yichuan finished speaking, he turned his head to Ming Ya and explained: "Miss Ming, thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's not hard, Huo Zizhao was injured for me, and I'm willing to do whatever I want."

Saying that, Ming Ya walked over, looked at Huo Zizhao gently, and said, "I'll help you lie down and sleep again, maybe it'll be fine when you wake up." ”

"Mingya, you dare to touch him and try it," In this situation, Song Canran didn't bother to pretend to be polite, and said domineeringly: "He is mine, life is my person, death is my ghost, what he does has nothing to do with you, now he needs to rest, you all go out." ”

"Song Canran, don't be too presumptuous!" Huo Yichuan's face turned blue with anger, is this a girl, a junior said? It's shameless.

Sure enough, she was sensible and well-behaved before, and she pretended to be good.

"Uncle Huo, I will be polite to people who deserve respect, otherwise, don't blame me for being more presumptuous."

"You, you ......"

Huo Yichuan was so angry that he couldn't speak, his fingertips trembled and pointed at her, and Ming Ya held him up.

"Miss Song, you don't want to see me, I'll just go out, why do you do this to Uncle Huo, he is Huo Zizhao's father, your elder, do you still have humanity."

"Okay, what kind of human nature is it, it's good that she can be half as sensible as you," Huo Yichuan covered his heart and said: "Song Cangran, you don't want to drive Xiaoya out, she stays today, she wants to go!" ”

Song Cangran shook his fist and asked her to leave? Dream.

In anger, her wrist tightened, twisted her face, and she was stunned to find that Huo Zizhao had grabbed her hand.

"It's noisy, let me out!"

He looked at Huo Yichuan coldly, but his hand was holding Song Canran persistently, the meaning was already obvious, this word did not include her.

Song Cangran's heart warmed, and all his anger disappeared.

Although he had amnesia, he instinctively chose to defend her, standing behind her for no reason.

That's enough.

Huo Yichuan glared at him angrily, snorted, turned around and walked away.

Son of Evil.

Tar someone with the same brush!

Ming Ya hesitated for a moment, looked at the hands of the two of them dragging together, shook the hand hanging by her side, and went out stupidly.

How can it be, Huo Zizhao has lost his memory, why is he still confused by this woman.

She was not convinced!

The doctor hurried over at this time and gave Huo Zizhao a brief examination, saying that it was normal for him to have temporary amnesia, and he would generally recover on his own in a week or two.

For a week or two, Song Canran felt that as long as the amnesia did not affect his closeness to him, it didn't matter at all.

When the ward was quiet again, she looked down at the big palm that was still holding her wrist, winked and asked, "Do you remember?" ”

"No," Huo Zizhao looked up at her, his thin lips curled slightly, "So I want to hear you say, who are you?" ”

"What do you think?" She sat down on the side of the bed, raised her hand and touched his forehead again: "Does it still hurt?" ”

"A little," Huo Zizhao looked at her, and suddenly reached out and touched her face.

"How?"

Song Cangran fell down from the mountain, although fortunately there was no major problem, a little flesh injury was indispensable, she didn't care, but Huo Zizhao noticed it.

Whether he remembered her or not, he still instinctively cared about her.

"Are you worried?" She smiled and winked mischievously at him.

Worried?

Huo Zizhao thought about it seriously, it seems that this is called worry.

Although his mind was blank, seeing Song Canran would make her feel intimate, and her touch also made him feel indescribably familiar.