Lu Shaoxin's sharp treasure: Ma'am, good night!

Promising Ji Heng to stay calm, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, let go of his hands and backed away: "You'd better not lie to me."

She was puzzled: "Is there any meaning to this name? Why did you react so strongly when you knew my surname was Mo?"

"Don't ask so much about what you shouldn't ask, I will check, if I find out that you are lying to me..."

His tone became colder, and Luo Qi's heart beat faster, but she was not afraid, just a little apprehensive.

To this man, no matter how cruel he is, she will never be really afraid of him in her heart.

There was even an indescribable sense of trust, she felt that he would not hurt her.

Seeing that she was not afraid when she heard his words, but looked at him with a pair of clear and bright eyes, as if she believed that it was impossible for him to hurt her, Lu Zong's face darkened a little.

Where did this woman get her confidence?

"Mo Qi, right? If I find out that you lied to me again, you will bear the consequences."

Because he was close, Luo Qi held her breath, her ears turned red.

Two big round and clear eyes stared at him without blinking, like a frightened elk.

This look made Lu Zong stunned for a moment, and he didn't even realize that his heart, which had been silent for many years, beat faster for no reason.

Of course, the man quickly calmed down and left the ward proudly.

After he left, Luo Qi raised her hand to cover the position of her heart, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little.

After closing the door of the ward, Lu Zong stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, trying to get rid of the wandering thoughts in his heart.

She's not Luo Qi, and she can't be, he shouldn't mess around.

After a long silence, the man picked up the phone: "Brother, I need you to help me find someone, I have sent the photo and name."

After getting the reply, he turned around and glanced at the closed door, then lifted his feet and left the hospital.

Ji Heng asked a psychiatrist to read it for Luo Qi, but the other party said: "She shouldn't have been stimulated to cause memory confusion, but..."

"Doctor He, but what?"

The man who was called Dr. He looked at Luo Qi and asked, "Have you suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder?"

Hearing this illness, Ji Heng was taken aback, and looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

PTSD...? ?

Isn't that the disease Luo Qi suffered from back then?

Because it felt unbelievable, he looked at her with complicated eyes, waiting for an answer.

This memory seems to exist, Luo Qi nodded.

Dr. He said: "In this case, it is not so easy to treat, and your memory disorder is not a psychological problem, so..." Looking at Ji Heng with a dazed expression, he finished speaking: "Vice President, I can't help her much .”

After recovering, Ji Heng looked at the woman on the bed steadily for a few seconds, and then said, "Understood, please trouble Dr. He."

"The vice president is polite."

After the other party left, Ji Heng looked at the woman sitting on the hospital bed with mixed eyes.

Who is she?
"Your real name is Mo Qi?"

Luo Qi nodded.

Ji Heng continued to ask: "Who is there in the family? Your voice... is actually somewhat familiar, but not exactly the same."

Not understanding what he meant, she tilted her head in doubt.

Realizing how many days and nights the flashing thoughts were, Ji Heng awkwardly clenched his fists to the corner of his mouth, fake coughed twice, and said, "It's okay, you should rest first, and you will be discharged from the hospital later."

"Thank you."

Because he thought it might be a coincidence, Ji Heng didn't tell his brother that she also suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Lest he treat Luo Qi even worse.

He also kindly sent a car to take her to Lu's house. Seeing that she really came, Lu Yinyin ran towards the woman happily: "Beautiful teacher, I was worried that you would not teach us anymore!"

Luo Qi bent down lovingly and touched her face: "Why? I like you and Luo Chen very much."

The boy sitting on the sofa playing Rubik's Cube looked up at her with no expression on his face, but the movements in his hands stopped.

But it was only for a moment, and he began to play intently again.

Luo Qi said: "I didn't bring any drawing tools with me today, so I can't teach you how to draw. Let's learn English, shall we?"

"Okay, okay, as long as the beautiful teacher teaches, I like it!"

"Call me Teacher Mo from now on, don't call me that." She was thin-skinned and didn't think she was very good-looking.

The little girl looked surprised: "Isn't the teacher's surname Zhuang?"

She remembered what her father said before.

Luo Qi: "My memory is a bit messed up, but my surname is actually Mo."

"Then can I call you Teacher Qiqi? Maybe one day the teacher will remember that your surname is not Mo anymore?"

Hearing this, Luo Qi couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the boy who was playing with Rubik's Cube next to her, and walked over slowly: "Let me test your English level first, and then decide where to start teaching."

The teaching level of Cangdi University is the best in the imperial capital, and Luo Qi has excellent grades since she was a child, English has no difficulty for her.

Mr. Lu heard that the teacher came very late today. He walked outside the classroom where the children were in class with a cane, and heard a burst of fluent English coming from the room.

The most important thing is that the children cooperated with her to communicate with her, not the teacher himself.

Lu Bingyin looked at the housekeeper beside him: "What's the teacher's name?"

"It seems to be surnamed Zhuang."

"Well, my English is pretty good. If Ah Zong comes back, let him come to my room."

Butler Pei nodded: "Good sir."

The stern man came home from get off work, and when he learned that Luo Qi was discharged from the hospital, he came to teach directly at home, and hurried towards the classroom.

Who knew that a voice suddenly appeared behind him: "Second young master, the master is looking for you."

Lu Zong stopped, frowned and turned around: "Grandpa looking for me?"

Not long after, he stood in front of the old man, and Mr. Lu compared the sofa: "Sit down."

"Grandpa, what's the matter?"

"I went to listen to that Teacher Zhuang's lecture today, and his level is not bad. Where did you find the teacher, and what is your family background like?"

Ever since what happened to Luo Qi, Mr. Lu's requirements for his granddaughter-in-law have been lowered.

He will no longer restrict his grandson, he must find a woman of the right family to marry, but the family background must be clean, the character must be good, and he must treat his two precious great-grandchildren as his own.

He finally heard that his baby's great-granddaughter liked a woman, so he naturally had to investigate clearly.

As if seeing through the old man's intentions, Lu Zong said coldly: "Grandpa don't need to think so much, she is the teacher Yinyin is looking for, and it has nothing to do with me."

The beard on the old man's face trembled: "Brat, do you know what I'm thinking again?"

"Grandpa didn't think it would be the best. That teacher may not be able to teach in Lu's family for a long time, so you don't have to worry about it."

"What do you mean? Don't you like Yinyin very much?"

Lu Zong's face was secretive, and there seemed to be a vast starry sky in his eyes, which was impossible to see through.