"Poof!" He Yuxue suddenly laughed.

Liu Yuan was displeased, "What are you laughing at?" ”

He Yuxue patted her pretty face, "Baby, you may not understand what I mean." When I talk about tampering with memories, I'm not talking about magic, like Harry Potter. ”

"And what do you mean?"

He Yuxue walked around the human brain specimen unhurriedly, her beautiful and slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the wall of the container.

"I mean, I can transplant one person's consciousness to another. In the same way, if your wish is granted, I can transplant the memories of the people who love you into Leng Shao's brain. However, there is a premise for that. ”

"What premise?"

He Yuxue stared at her playfully, "The premise is... There has to be a man in this world who loves you! ”

Liu Yuan was shocked for two seconds, and then, anger rushed to the top of her head.

"He Yuxue, what do you mean? Are you saying that there is no man in this world who loves me? ”

He Yuxue shrugged, "I didn't say that. Just ......"

Liu Yuan stared at him coldly, "Didn't you say you love me?" ”

"But I love others too!"

"He Yuxue, you ......"

Liu Yuan kicked the instrument table angrily, and then left in a rage.

When he left, he cursed in his mouth: "Liar, liar, and memory transplantation." Do you watch too many sci-fi movies? ”

He Yuxue watched her leave, and at the end, smiled happily.

"Sci-fi? Fools, science fiction is derived from reality. ”

He pulled up a leather chair and sat down, arms around his chest, admiring the specimen of the human brain.

In his opinion, everything in the human body is beautiful, especially the part of the head.

The more mysterious something is, the more fantastical and wonderful it is.

His right foot, dressed in leather shoes, gently tapped and tapped the ground, making a rhythmic sound, like music, like a death march!

The ghostly smile, like the brown formalin floating bubbles, rises and falls, virtual and real, dream and reality, past and future, shuttling in seconds.

"This first person... Who should I choose......

Qin Chenchen has been able to see people from the Liu family from time to time recently.

One moment it was Liu Mingtai, another moment was Mrs. Liu, and occasionally Liu Yuan.

They seem to really treat her as their own niece, and do everything possible to make it up to her.

In addition to Liu Yuan, to be honest, she is quite useful for the compensation of the Liu couple.

After all, she is a close relative of flesh and blood, although there is an imbalance in her heart, and she complains that they didn't recognize her earlier, but no matter what, for so many years, the Liu family seems to be working hard to be good to her.

After class in the evening, Qin Chenchen ran out of the school with his bag on his back.

Leng Mo's sports car stopped on the side of the road, she ran over, opened the door, and asked, "How long have you been waiting?" ”

As soon as she asked, suddenly, she frowned.

He's smoking! What a big smell of smoke.

Leng Mo noticed Qin Chenchen's unhappy mood and opened the car window.

The evening breeze poured in, and the pungent and unpleasant smell of smoke quickly dissipated.

Leng Mo smokes, she is not surprised.

But he smoked very rarely, and he knew that she didn't like the smell of smoke on him, so he didn't usually smoke.

Today, he sucked it for the first time, and Qin Chenchen faintly felt that something had happened to Leng Mo.

She furrowed her brow and asked calmly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Leng Mo popped the cigarette out of the car window with an expressionless face and replied, "Nothing." Hungry, take you to eat. ”

Qin Chenchen threw the bag in the back seat, and sighed while fastening his seat belt: "Alas, you just hold it!" Your character will suffocate sooner or later! ”

“......”

The car is driving steadily on the road.

Qin Chenchen lowered his head and asked while playing with his mobile phone: "I watched the news, Bao'er announced her relationship with Brother Pudding with the media." ”

"Hmm." The cold ink responded lightly.

"What do you think of your aunt and uncle?"

"Disagree."

Qin Chenchen's typing fingers paused, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.