It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

Familiar little cashmere quilt.

Soft.

The scent of sunbathing is very reassuring.

The precious little sheep rolled over comfortably from her big bed.

The pulse oximeter cord on the finger was not long enough and was slightly pulled.

It’s strange that the ears are clean...!

The sheep jumped up from the bed in a second. The moment he opened his eyes, he was on the left, front and right sides of the bed.

It is a consultation with experts who are both familiar and unfamiliar.

"You!" Why did you appear in the nest room?

Hug the little cashmere quilt.

I always feel like something is wrong.

The two white coats that the precious little sheep both loved and hated walked out from behind the crowd.

He looked at the handsome but extremely wary eyes of the young prince of the Bai family with a somewhat complicated expression.

The sheep tilted his head, "Mommy?"

The female doctor opposite Jingui Lamb's eyes instantly turned red.

But this tenderness only stayed in the room for three seconds.

Because right away——

The "porcelain doll" on the bed began to shake its head vigorously.

No, no.

Nothing!

She is the young prince of the Bai family in Kyoto who disguises himself as a man. She is also the Tournesol of the Bai family in Haicheng. She was tricked by the smiling Buddha father.

Then there were accomplices in front of her. They were all actors. As for the reason for doing this, she always felt that she had forgotten something very important.

What was it specifically and why couldn't she remember it?

And why was she in bed? Shouldn't she be recording a show now?

It was still a show recorded with Brother Qing. By the way, did you go play an escape room last night?

Was she hit on the head with a paint bucket again?

The image of Jin Xingyan senior standing under the paint bucket and asking her to jump came to mind.

The precious little sheep started to put his head in his hands and touch his head.

This didn’t even break out a bag!

Why did he faint again!

Woohoo, it must have been the escape room that defeated her!

I want to cry, but there are no tears. The lamb is getting angry with milk.

Pouting, he took off the pulse oximeter from his hand.

Pushing away the large sweet potatoes blocking his bed.

He kicked off his shoes and put his hands on his hips: "What are you still doing in my room?"

The white coat who had just been called "Mommy" by the little prince of the Bai family took a few steps forward, choking with sobs.

"Little Yang is awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Tell...aunt, what time is it now?"

The precious little sheep folded his hands on his chest and hummed proudly, "October 10rd!"

"Are you stupid?"

The big sweet potatoes in white coats in the room became even more silent.

It was Dr. Zhang who was familiar but annoying to Jingui Xiaoyang who broke the silence first.

"Sorry, Master, it is October 10th now, and you have been in coma for three days."

"My parents woke up two days before you and showed symptoms of intermittent amnesia."

"Do you remember where you were last?"

What Dr. Zhang wants to ask is, you naughty kid, do you still remember how much trouble you have caused?

It's a pity that Ben Xiong, a sober boy, feels very good about himself.

"Go to the secret room and get hit by the paint bucket again!"

"That place, Master Keben! Anyone who drags me to that place in the future will be blacklisted!"

Still not relieved after saying this, the upright lamb bulged its cheeks.

Suddenly he reacted, "Why did the bad guy faint?"

What kind of plane?

I don’t want to accompany this person!

Dr. Zhang scratched his nose and realized that his gloves were dirty, so he started to change his gloves again.

No one dared to talk nonsense.

Uncle Yin, who still looked a few years younger, stepped into the room of the precious little sheep with the door wide open, and blamed him angrily and funnyly.

"Master, you are too naughty and always play dangerous things. Master is so angry that he fainted!"

Uncle Yin is still the same as Jingui Xiaoyang in his memory.

Wearing a dressy tuxedo and leather white gloves, they shone softly in the early morning sun.

Some fragments of black lace suddenly appeared in the mind of the noble lamb.

But she was soon suppressed forcefully.

Please, what is she thinking about?

You even put lace on your hands. Are you going to make some sexy little movie?

……

When he left the room again, Baiyang had already packed up.

Getting ready to leave for my apartment in University City.

It is necessary to give the program team a chance to re-record some materials before the new episode of the program is broadcast normally.

Brother Qing exploited the "sheep" on his mobile phone again, "After saving the world, TT also save me!"

"The fan's 50-meter sword has been placed on my neck."

"Nowadays, the video tapes are cut off from beginning to end. The latest one will be released tomorrow night. What should I do? (Crying) (Crying)"

Bai Yang brushed his right hand over the scorched scratches on his left wrist.

Let Uncle Yin put on the soundproof earmuffs for her and lean her elbows against the helicopter cabin wall.

I'm a little confused about Brother Qing's words.

"save the world?"

Having probably figured out the key to the problem, Yang Zai began to uncover the truth.

Zhuo Jinqing on the other end of the phone suddenly remembered the content of their last chat before losing contact with Tournesol.

By the way, that system will automatically delete files.

A pat on the head.

Zhuo Jinqing looked around at his boss's office on the 99th floor.

It should be fine.

Start typing, "Is there anyone around you?"

Baiyang raised the phone slightly and put it at an angle where Uncle Yin couldn't see it.

Tournesol: "Say"

Zhou Papi: "A story: Ten years ago, a group of heinous bad guys set a fire on your military compound to achieve their goals. Then you and some people secretly planned the Mail Justice Gate incident in order to catch and punish the real culprits behind the scenes. .

"On the night of the 3rd, the stronghold where the real murderer behind the scenes was hidden was detonated by a vote by beautiful Chinese people who knew the truth."

"Because those bad guys are using a device that can control similar brain waves to show off their magic. Those of you who were bound to the control system by the bad guy organization have all received backlash, which is manifested in coma and amnesia."

Zhuo Jinqing summed up his understanding of this matter in one breath.

And by the way, I would like to share some international news with Tournesol.

"Outrageous! Azhou actually gave birth to such a black market in organs."

"The Pioneer Holy Land of Conscience, University Campus Wins Again"

……

Baiyang opened the news one by one and closed the pages that he had carefully scrolled to the end.

Very silent.

Uncle Yin thought that the eldest lady hadn't slept enough yet, so he didn't bother her.

In the corner where no one sees it.

Bai Yang clenched his left fist very tightly.

She, and some others, endured something that lasted far longer than ten years.

Although the memory was eventually erased by backlash.

But the heart in her chest that was beating for victory vividly explained everything.

After informing Zhuo Jinqing, he rushed to the apartment building to prepare for the rest of the recording of the show.

Baiyang changed her cell phone, seeing Uncle Yin's nervous expression.

Take your time and review the information.

Indeed, a lot of things were missing. According to the way she named the files and data, there were such a huge number of gaps.

For example, it's man-made, or it's the system in Brother Qing's information that automatically deletes files.

Smile interestingly.

Uncle Yin asked nervously: "Is the young master feeling uncomfortable in any way?"

It's over, it's over, his little ancestor's heart is the most fragile.

Will you collapse if you know the truth?

With such a small body and small head, if it wasn't for the control of the people in the Sunset Kingdom, how could the little ancestor have done such an extraordinary thing by himself.

It was all because the situation was urgent and the driver was acting blind again and deceived all of them.

How to do?How to do?

If the little ancestor loses his mind again because of this incident, will the Bai family be doomed?

Uncle Yin began to wipe the sweat with his leather gloves.

Unfortunately, the outer layer of leather gloves is not absorbent.

The sweat was wiped off in vain, and the water stains on his forehead were spread evenly on the floor. He was feeling cold, just like the mood of the chief manager of the Bai family.

Under Uncle Yin's wide-eyed look, Baiyang bit her tongue.

Still smile easily.

"It's okay! What's wrong?"

Uncle Yin shook his head hurriedly.

...In a strange atmosphere, the helicopter slowly landed on the H-shaped roof of the apartment building.

The noble young master Bai was the first to jump out of the cabin, waving his hands back impatiently.

Amidst the familiar sound of propellers and wearing soundproof earmuffs, the precious little sheep ran away in a hurry.

Back to not having too much regulation.

There is also an area on the wall where the camera has not yet been installed.

The smile on the noble lamb's face faded in a second.

The stairs, hallways, and living room are all decorated with familiar and warm decorations, and there is a freshly made yogurt bowl on the dining table.

Still soaking.

It should be Xu Zhaoling’s breakfast.

I heard movement coming from the direction of the bathroom.

The precious little sheep rushed back to the room, carefully closed the door, and took out the diamond-encrusted mobile phone like a thief.

That software with a distinctive look.

Although it didn't leave any memory in her mind, but...

She was very sure that it contained all the answers she wanted to know.