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Fang Nan glanced upstairs subconsciously, and then stood up: "He's outside, do you want him to come in?"

"No, I'll just go out and talk to him." Yang Qingheng went out, but Fang Nan was very discerning and did not follow him.

"Doctor Xu?" Yang Qingheng opened the car door, and inside was a man with pale hair who looked about fifty years old.

"You must be Song Hengjue's girlfriend, hello, hello." Dr. Xu was polite, stretched out his hand to shake hers, and spoke enthusiastically.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips: "I heard that Dr. Xu has been Hengjue's personal psychologist for many years. You also know my relationship with Hengjue. I hope Dr. Xu can tell me the truth."

Dr. Xu looked at her imperceptibly, thought for a moment, and sighed: "Okay."

Normally, he would definitely not reveal the privacy of his guests, but Song Hengjue is in this situation now, and he is also afraid that his family will not know about Song Hengjue's situation, and what consequences it will lead to...

Dr. Xu did not dare to say that he could take responsibility. After all, it was a living human life.

Yang Qingheng didn't react until Dr. Xu disappeared from sight, and walked into the house with her head lowered.

Fang Nan had a bad look on her face when she came in. She quickly came up to her and asked nervously, "How is it? What did he say?"

"It's okay. Just take good care of him now. Don't mention his illness in front of Song Hengjue in the future." Yang Qingheng said.

Dr. Xu said that Song Hengjue's memory loss was mostly due to a heavy burden on his mind before, and he had no major physical problems other than insomnia and emotional sensitivity. This memory loss is actually a good thing for him.

It might be better not to tell him about your illness or something than to tell him.

Fang Nan naturally listened to her words without thinking, and quickly promised that he would never mention anything related to Song Hengjue in the future.

Before leaving, I remembered something and suddenly turned around: "By the way, Aunt Yao said that you should be back in the next two days, and according to the original plan, the company will arrange for you to go to the workshop with several shareholders and managers tomorrow to inspect and review."

On the day of Song Hengjue's accident, she asked Fang Nan to call Yao Ying. The old lady was in a hurry to come back, but when she heard that she was the one taking care of her son, she changed her story on the spot and said that she wanted to play with her old sisters in the scenic spot for a few more days. Really big-hearted.

Her son has lost his memory, but she is still happy.

Yang Qingheng was funny and helpless.

At night, after the humiliation in the afternoon, Song Hengjue was extremely honest. When eating, he wanted to bury his face in the bowl. He did not dare to look at Yang Qingheng for fear that she would talk about the nosebleed again. After the meal, he replied non-stop. room.

Yang Qingheng went to the study to do business at the company. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when she came out. After washing, she was about to lie down on the bed. When she thought that the doctor said Song Hengjue had a sleep disorder, she hesitated for a few seconds and went to the next door with a pillow in her arms.

There were no lights on in the room, and the only light came from the TV. In the small box, a man and a woman were entangled together.

Song Hengjue's face turned red and her ears were hot, and her fingers dug tightly into the seams of the sofa.

Since that day, he was afraid of being laughed at by Yang Qingheng in bed, so he asked the driver for a few discs. The driver pretended to be serious at first and said he didn't understand, but then he hesitated and took out a few discs.

"Knock knock knock."

Just when I was getting excited, there was a knock on the door.

Song Hengjue was so excited that he almost jumped up. He quickly paused the TV, covered it tightly with a cloth, and stuffed the disc into the drawer. He panicked: "Who...who is it?"

"I'll open the door." Yang Qingheng pursed her lips and felt something was wrong listening to Song Hengjue's voice.

Song Hengjue hesitated and opened the door. The heat on his face had not dissipated. When he saw Yang Qingheng, he felt even more guilty, fearing that she would notice something.

Yang Qingheng took a look and raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

This man is acting weird today.

Song Hengjue's eyes wandered, and he put his fist on his lips to cover up a dry cough: "I was just about to go to sleep, and you came here. Do you want to say something to me?"

Yang Qingheng gave him a suspicious look, then squeezed in under his armpits while holding the pillow, and reached out to turn on the light: "That's okay. The sheets over there were accidentally stained. I'll sleep here with you for the night."

She wanted to see if he could really fall asleep at night or if he was just trying to make her feel at ease.

Song Hengjue couldn't stop him in time, and by the time he reacted, the person had already gotten in.

Normally, he would have wished to be with her all the time, but he thought of the discs in the TV and the TV that was turned off.

The expression on his face almost cracked.

"I think we should sleep separately. You see, my injury has not healed yet. What would you do if we bump into each other at night? Are you right?"

He tried to talk people out.

Yang Qingheng glanced at him inexplicably, and threw the pillow on the bed with peace of mind, and rolled into the quilt together: "You are not missing any arms or legs, and the bandage on your head is also removed. I can't touch you anywhere, and I sleep very hard." honest."

A few days ago, she might have been a little psychologically burdened, but now his wounds were scabbed, and she couldn't hurt him even if he slept.

Song Hengjue refused to give up: "Then I don't want to sleep yet. I still want to read a book for a while. You are sleepy. We have different schedules, so it's better to sleep separately. You have to get up early to go to work tomorrow, so don't affect you."

"That's a problem." Yang Qingheng sat up holding the quilt.

Song Hengjue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door: "I think the guest room next door is quite clean. You can go there and sleep for the night."

Unexpectedly, the woman got out of bed the next second and went straight to the TV: "Simple, since you don't want to sleep yet, I'll stay with you. I haven't watched TV for a long time."

Song Hengjue's heart stopped. He rushed over as fast as he could in his life and stopped in front of the TV. His voice was tight: "What, this TV is broken."

"How is that possible? I was still using it two days ago." Yang Qingheng didn't believe it and reached out to touch the disc player, wanting to see what the problem was so that someone could fix it another day.

"Don't move. Do you know how to fix it? You'd better let professionals do it. Don't let the electricity leak out and damage you." Song Hengjue tensed up and vowed to defend his dignity to the death.

People can die in society, but they cannot die twice in one day.

Yang Qingheng nodded: "Okay." He let go of his hand, but he didn't know where he touched it. The TV behind the curtain suddenly lit up, and strange sounds came from faintly.