Chapter 91: Lin Fan lost his memory and forgot Cao Pujia

Tang Qian picked up Lin Fan first, looked at Lu Yi coldly, and didn't mean to save him, so he asked, "You injured Lin Fan." ”

"It's a genius of the Three Gorges River." Lu Yi covered his legs in pain, and he didn't look like he was lying.

Tang Qian pressed at this time, and dialed the phone number of 120 in disbelief.

"How's he doing?" Cao Pujia ran over with an umbrella, she didn't care about Lu Yi as soon as possible, but asked Tang Qian anxiously.

"I don't know, but I shouldn't die." Tang Qian shook his head and said, there was a sense between their talents, and he could feel that the energy in Lin Fan's body had not been extinguished, but it was only a little faint.

"Go back to the hotel first, and the ambulance will come in a while, go directly." Tang Qian looked at Cao Pujia and said solemnly.

"Okay." Cao Pujia was a little relieved, nodded, and went to help Lu Yi.

"How's he, doctor?" An anxious female voice echoed in Lin Fan's ears.

"Concussion, there is a blood clot left in the brain, and it should forget part of it." A calm voice, worried.

"What about people? Will it be life-threatening? "The girl didn't give up.

He is not afraid of Lin Fan's amnesia, she is confident that Lin Fan will not forget her.

"Miss Cao, you have asked me many times, Mr. Lin's life will not be in danger." The doctor was impatient and left the room with the notesheet.

"Don't worry, the doctor said you'll wake up in a while." Although Tang Qian comforted Cao Pujia with his mouth, he was still so anxious that he clenched his hands.

"It's noisy." Lin Fan's voice was hoarse, and he opened his eyes in pain and saw inside the house clearly.

Tang Qian was sitting on a single leather sofa, and a beautiful woman heard him speak, and immediately came to his bedside, and said with concern: "How is it?" Is there anything particularly uncomfortable? ”

Lin Fan looked at this woman who was much better looking than an international supermodel and had a first-class figure, and thought about it frantically in his mind, but he couldn't remember who she was.

"This young lady, who are you?" Lin Fan looked at her suspiciously.

"Cao Pujia, I'm your Pujia!" Cao Pujia thought he was joking, but she still opened her mouth in a panic.

"The richest man in the East China Sea, Cao Pujia?" Lin Fan frowned, he didn't have any impression at all, he looked at Cao Pujia with some embarrassment and said, "Do we know each other?" ”

Cao Pujia was stunned for a while, in place, and the expression on her face condensed for a moment.

The tears also fell completely at this moment, the pear blossoms brought rain, and Lin Fan looked at it with a faint pain in his heart.

He leaned against the bed, clutching his chest in confusion, a little puzzled.

Are they familiar? Why is she sad when she cries?

"Lin Fan, don't be kidding, don't you remember Cao Pujia?" Tang Qian thought that this kid was racing his acting skills, and immediately stepped forward to give Lin Fan a punch.

"It hurts..."Lin Fan frowned and yelled at him, and pouted again: "Who is she?" My mom? Why should I remember her? ”

The words made Tang Qian speechless, and he even raised his eyebrows again and again.

Cao Pujia cried even more when she heard this, as if the dam burst and couldn't stop.

"Where's Qinghe? I want to see her. Although Lin Fan was depressed and didn't want to watch Cao Pujia cry, he really didn't know her.

Now I just want to see Li Qinghe.

"What's that, you say it again?" Tang Qian thought that he was hallucinating, and asked again if he didn't believe in evil.

"You're stuffing donkey hair in your ears?"

"I said I wanted to see Qinghe, I missed her." Lin Fan repeated impatiently, his voice even louder.

"You forgot about me, but you remember that slut?" Cao Pujia got up and looked at Lin Fan in disbelief, and at this time, Cao Pujia, who had always been steady, also began to say nothing.

"Don't think that if you are a woman, you can talk and spray feces, and if you say another bad thing about Qinghe, I will kill you." Although Lin Fan was strange in his heart, Li Qinghe was the woman he had loved for five years, and even if he was divorced, he would not allow others to insult his beloved.

"Lin Fan, don't regret your words today." Cao Pujia's whole body was trembling, watching Lin Fan burst into tears.

"Get out! All right? Lin Fan glanced at Cao Pujia, and said sarcastically: "The richest man in the East China Sea can't be so shameless." ”

"Well... Okay..."Cao Pujia staggered back a few steps, raised her hand delicately to wipe away her tears, and showed a disappointed smile: "Don't come to me in the future, I will marry Luigi." ”

When she said this, Lin Fan's heart hurt even more.

A voice kept saying in his head: "Go and coax her, don't talk to people." ”

Another opposing voice jumped out: "What are you coaxing, you are not familiar with her again, don't you want Qinghe?" She's the one you love the most. ”

In the end, opposition voices defeated supportive voices.

"Then I wish you a happy wedding." Lin Fan looked at Cao Pujia and said coldly.

"Okay, you must come when I get married, the child's 100-year-old banquet, our golden wedding, you have to come." Cao Pujia also went crazy, and she spoke every word.

Tang Qian had a heart attack when he heard it, and he felt sorry for Cao Pujia.

But Lin Fan frowned impatiently as if he was nothing: "It's so annoying, you invite me to go, I don't have that much money?" ”

Lin Fan suddenly remembered that he now had money and a company.

It seems that there is someone who has supported him all the way to the present, but he can't remember.

Lin Fan was just an insignificant person, and he didn't bother to think about it.

Li Qinghe left him because he was a waste, and now he is not a waste.

Li Qinghe will definitely change his mind.

Lin Fan calculated in his heart.

Cao Pujia's figure has long disappeared without a trace.

"You're crazy, brain-filled?" Tang Qian looked at Lin Fan with a frightened expression and reached out to touch his head.

"You're sick." Lin Fan didn't know why he was in a bad mood now, and he was also very tired of Tang Qian.

"I'll call Qinghe myself." As he spoke, he picked up the phone and called Li Qinghe.

Tang Qian couldn't stop him, so he could only run to ask the doctor in the end.

The doctor said that he had selective amnesia, and he might remember it in a few days, maybe in a few years, maybe not in his whole life.

Now the blood clot in the head is very small and does not get in the way, but if the blood clot is removed by surgery, there is a 90% risk that the person will die on the operating table.

Tang Qian sighed and sat outside the VIP ward, he didn't dare to bet, although now Lin Fan forgot about Cao Pujia but can live, in case the operation fails, then...

Tang Qian didn't dare to think about the consequences, Chongyu was gone, he didn't dare to bet, the three-person team was already incomplete.

If only he is left, it is not interesting to have a full house of children and grandchildren.

"Da Da Da..."

The sound of high heels echoed in the hospital.

Crisp and melodious, just listening to the voice, Tang Qin also knows the joy in this person's heart.

When I looked up, I saw that Li Qinghe was dressed differently from before, and he was no longer a young man.

The upper body is a white shirt, the lower body is a hip-wrapping skirt, long curly hair is draped over the shoulders, the makeup is exquisite, and the bag is in the hand.

The whole temperament is completely similar to the previous decadent and pleading appearance.

"Are you happy?" Tang Qian smiled sarcastically.

"Lin Fan loves me, and I love him, it's mutual." Li Qinghe said proudly.

"There are some truths in your words, and some falsehoods, he was useless before, and you drove him out like a dog, and now he is soaring, and you are on the pole again?"

Tang Qian's voice was cold, it was not worth it for Lin Fan.

Although he hadn't seen Lin Fan's tragic experience before, he had heard of it.

He didn't understand why Lin Fan loved this kind of money-worshipping and powerful woman to death.