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She was startled and rushed in, only to see Song Hengjue sitting on the ground with his head in his arms, his eyes blank, and he was stunned.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat and she helped him up in a panic: "Where did you fall? Do you have a headache?"

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, and his eyes swept over Fang Nan's body. He was very alert, sizing up his opponent's seriousness. He touched his head in confusion and buried it in Yang Qingheng's arms, saying awkwardly: "I want to go to the toilet."

The man looked worried like a child who had made a mistake. Yang Qingheng pinched his eyebrows and helped him up: "Tell me next time something like this happens. You are sick now."

Are you treating him as a love rival?

When Fang Nan saw Song Hengjue's provocative eyes, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He felt that he had not been so speechless for a long time.

He hesitated to speak to Yang Qingheng.

I really wanted to tell her that Song Hengjue only had a broken head, his legs were not lame, and his hands were intact. There was no need to worry about going to the toilet.

"I... I can just do it myself." Song Hengjue saw the woman coming in with smoke rising from her head.

Yang Qingheng joked and subconsciously retorted: "You didn't do it yourself, did I..."

When she met Song Hengjue's clear eyes, she closed her mouth.

At this moment, she felt like a wretched old aunt. Her moral level had been hit ten thousand times. She walked out in embarrassment and closed the door for him.

What help?

Song Hengjue was so embarrassed that her fingers shaking when untying her belt were so excited that she tried several times and still couldn't untie it.

She...how could she say such a thing?

Yang Qingheng's frankness shocked Song Hengjue, once again refreshing his impression of her, but it was undeniable that he could accept her in any appearance, even if she was different from the one in his memory.

He liked her, not just as she was in his memory, but also as everything about her, at any time.

Song Hengjue never knew that his feelings for Yang Qingheng were so intense. He had no doubt that even in his twilight years, he could still kiss her forehead with piety every morning.

Yang Qingheng didn't know that the people in the toilet were thinking all over the place and had even begun to plan for their old age. They neatly packed up all the daily utensils in the ward.

The doctor said that she could go back to rest, and she was busy with Song Hengjue's company affairs every day, so she had to go out from time to time. It was always uneasy to leave Song Hengjue alone in the hospital. It didn't matter if he went back, at least there was a nanny to take care of him, and she felt much more relieved. .

Song Hengjue's things were already packed when he came out.

"What do you want to say?" Yang Qingheng turned around and saw that he was hesitant to speak.

"By the way, who was that rare person just now?" Song Hengjue looked away and pretended to speak casually. He was afraid that she would misunderstand and get angry, and then added, "I don't have any objections to him, I just asked casually. If you don't want to tell me, I won’t say any more.”

"Hey, you're still acting coy after losing your memory. It seems like you've always been so cool," Yang Qingheng looked him up and down and joked, "Your high school classmate is now working as a secretary in your company. The one you trust the most is probably He said, you can’t trust other people’s words, but you can definitely trust his.”

She is obviously the one he trusts the most.

Song Hengjue thought to himself, following her step by step toward the outside: "Why don't I remember that I met him in high school? Also, if he has a good relationship with me, why didn't he talk to me when he came in just now?" On the contrary, he was quite enthusiastic towards her. Even whispering without telling him.

"What do you think?" Yang Qingheng turned around and snorted coldly.

With his mouth, he was so bad that it was strange that Fang Nan could pay attention to him.

If he hadn't looked so pitiful with his bloody head, Fang Nan would have deliberately retaliated and ridiculed him just now.

As for why he doesn't know Fang Nan, it would be strange if he did know the new friends he made after his rebirth.

Yang Qingheng didn't explain why he couldn't remember Fang Nan, and Song Hengjue attributed it to memory problems again.

But hearing her snort made him feel uncomfortable. He pursed his lips and said nothing, looking sulky like a primary school student. It made people doubt that his memory was not until he was seventeen, but until he was seven.

The weird feeling in Yang Qingheng's heart came up again. Song Hengjue's mood was too unstable, and it always reminded her of the medicine bottle she had seen at Song Hengjue's house before.

Even if he didn't tell her, she could probably guess that it was some kind of psychotropic drug.

I plan to ask Fang Nan tonight.

"Is this our home?" Song Hengjue looked at the single-family villa in front of him in a daze.

He had always heard that he had a company before he lost his memory, but he had no idea about it. The house in front of him made him feel more intuitively that his life seemed to be okay.

Yang Qingheng thought about the medicine and answered casually. The cloakroom brought him a bath towel and a set: "It's noon now and the weather is still warm. You take a shower first."

It was cold at night and the illness was not cured yet, so there was no way she would let him touch the water.

Song Hengjue took it.

Seeing his stupid look, Yang Qingheng was still worried, so she simply helped him put away the bath water, told him where the cold water was, and where the hot water was, and told him where to put the clothes he changed.

Song Hengjue's heart trembled slightly as he looked at the woman's lips opening and closing.

Everything went smoothly, but at night the atmosphere became weird

In the hospital, the two of them lived in a ward, each with a bed. There was no question of whether they should sleep together, but now Yang Qingheng had to think about it.

Looking at the big bed in front of her, she and Song Hengjue rolled over last week, so they should sleep together.

But thinking of Song Hengjue’s clear eyes...

Yang Qingheng trembled, went to the guest room, picked up a quilt, laid it out and went to find Song Hengjue, but saw that the man was already lying on the bed they used last week.

Seeing the woman coming, Song Hengjue's body buried in the quilt stiffened, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his lower abdomen.

Well, it's hard. It seems that he still liked to exercise before he lost his memory.

He should have breathed a sigh of relief, but as he watched the woman walking towards him step by step, his heart was still beating wildly.

What was it like in the room with Yang Qingheng before he lost his memory? Thinking of this, Song Hengjue's heart became excited again, and all kinds of thoughts were flying in his mind.

He has no memory at all. Will he look particularly stupid if he does that kind of thing later? Yang Qingheng won't dislike him, right?

Thinking of the expression the woman might show, Song Hengjue wished he could just die.

Suddenly he regretted it, why didn't he just say that they slept separately, and now he said it, would she misunderstand that he didn't want to sleep with her?

Seeing Yang Qingheng getting closer and closer, Song Hengjue's jawline tightened and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

One step, two steps... The woman's vague fragrance has already taken over his breath.

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth.

If you risk it all, you will be embarrassed if you lose face.

"Are you very hot? I'll get you a thin quilt." Yang Qingheng touched his forehead doubtfully and picked up the body lotion on the bed. "I'll sleep next door. If you feel uncomfortable at night or come and call me, don't force yourself. support."

That's it?

Song Hengjue suddenly opened his eyes, but saw the woman's leaving figure, and didn't react for a while.

Great loss enveloped him.

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched his heart.

Tsk, I don’t even jump anymore.

He fell down on the bed angrily and fell asleep with his head covered. To be precise, he was sulking.

Yang Qingheng took a quilt for Song Hengjue and dialed Fang Nan's number when he returned to the room. He was so familiar with it that he didn't bother to be polite and asked directly.

"What medicine did Song Hengjue take before?"

"There's just...no medicine..." Fang Nan hesitated and hesitated.

Yang Qingheng frowned: "He is like this now. If you don't tell me, how will I know how to take care of him?"

If something happened, he really couldn't be responsible.

Fang Nan was silent, gritted his teeth, and stopped keeping Song Hengjue's secret.