"Oh?" Xiao Kuang's eyes shrank, he didn't want her memory to wake up.

"Some fragmented images and, as I remember, it used to be like today, bumped into you, and then we ...... together It seems that after eating, I think of these. ”

Seeing that the person pursed his lips, Xiao Kuang kissed him across the table, and dropped a kiss like a dragonfly.

Well? Yun Moyu was startled, and hurriedly broke out, so strange...... It seemed that something like this had happened, and her head began to hurt again when she thought about it, so frightened that she felt like she was lying on the table and rubbing her temples in frustration.

After eating the French dinner, Xiao Kuang hurriedly sent Yun Moyu to the hospital, and the frequent headaches made him very uneasy. When he arrived at the hospital for a major examination, Xiao Kuang met the cramped and restless doctor on the way: "Is it possible for her memory to recover?" ”

After listening to some of the situations that Xiao Kuang said, the doctor replied very professionally: "It's hard to say, and seeing many familiar people, things, and places you have been to can promote memory recovery." "The Water Corpse Grave Curse

"What if you go to a strange place? Is it possible that it will never recover? ”

Sweating down, the doctor has been practicing medicine for many years, and for the first time he has seen someone who does not want the patient to recover. He pondered and spoke: "If it is really the patient's wishes, it is not impossible, after all, the cranial nerve tissue is very complex, and it may be restored as soon as it dawns, or maybe there is no delusion in this life, and there is no certainty." ”

Xiao Kuang was dissatisfied with the words of running-in, he was an efficient person, his expression immediately became gloomy, and even the temperature in the room seemed to be much cooler. The doctor bore the brunt of the blow, he knew that he was not simple, and he didn't dare to breathe! Nervously rubbing his hands together.

"Is there any way she will never remember?" Rebirth: Break the obsessive-compulsive straight man

Ha? This time the cold sweat was dripping, and the doctor raised his hand to wipe it: "This ......"

Forget it, Xiao Kuang got up directly, and when he crossed the doctor's side, the latter was obviously relieved. There was a row of bodyguards standing outside, dressed in different costumes and looking like roadside people, with ordinary looks and ordinary eyes. But when facing Xiao Kuang, the momentum of Xiao Killing was revealed, and they stood straight one by one, their eyes were cold.

"Scattered."

Nodding their heads, the silent bodyguards left on their own, some went to smoke, looking around in confusion, like a worried man, some people sat in the corridor, seemed to be waiting for someone, and some ran to be polite to the nurses, and some went up to the roof to watch the wind, and once again monitored the entire hospital.

Yun Moyu did two more inspections to finish the matter, and a long time had passed, Xiao Kuang saw that the person was very uneasy, and immediately comforted the person into his arms. The palm of the hand is gently smooth, and the tone is extremely gentle. Yun Moyu's nervous mood calmed down a lot, her tired face was bloodless, and she was very sick. The home has a city of love

"You've had blows to the head, and these are only temporary."

Ghost only believes, he is his own man, knowing that people can not leave after amnesia, Yun Moyu nodded with emotion, the first time he was virtuous, a little awkward, but he was also willing to indulge in the man's side, and he couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

With an exclamation, Yun Moyu was picked up by Xiao Kuang and walked outside step by step. Shame on the dead, her heart was beating so fast that it seemed to pop out of her throat. The eyes of the people around her were envious, displeased, and even felt that it was immoral, but Yun Moyu's face was very tender after all, so she hurriedly turned her face inward.

Finally getting into the car, she still felt that it was difficult to breathe, and the man's breath wafted into her nose, so familiar, so warm, as if she had long been used to it.