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The dignified company leader actually bowed to them. Everyone was flattered and their vanity was greatly satisfied. In turn, he comforted her.

"It's unlucky to have such an ignorant shareholder in the stall, but fortunately this young man still has a conscience and can correct his mistakes after he realizes them. It's better for the young couple to live a good life than anything else."

Yang Qingheng and all the employees had their faces frozen with laughter. They finally sent a group of theatergoers away comfortably, and bribed the reporters hired by Li Jiaoyan to ensure that not a single photo was leaked, and then they felt relieved.

As for Li Jiaoyan on the side, the employees had no intention of paying any attention to her. Li Nian had just been tricked by her, so it was even less possible for him to have a good attitude towards her. He immediately asked the driver to take him to an unused house of his. .

"Mr. Yang, why didn't I realize before that you have two sets of rules for treating others and treating yourself." Yang Qingheng had just taken a sip of tea when Li Nian pushed open the door and entered.

"You've grown so old and haven't learned how to knock on the door?" Yang Qingheng didn't even raise his eyelids.

Li Nian slapped the table: "Don't try to change the subject. If you want me to marry Li Jiaoyan for the sake of the company's reputation, then as the face of the company, shouldn't Mr. Song also marry that Miss Xu?"

"If you don't tell me, I will solve this matter right away. If Mr. Song is staying at home now, will you also be suspended until the matter is resolved?" Yang Qingheng said.

The rest of Li Nian's words were stuck in her throat, and he pointed at her nose, the smile on his face without any warmth: "Mr. Xiao Yang is indeed Mr. Yang, I hope you can always be so proud."

"I'd like to lend you some good advice." Yang Qingheng raised the teacup to him.

Bitch.

Li Nian kicked the chair next to him and walked out aggressively, almost bumping into Fang Nan who was coming through the door.

Fang Nan was shocked. She took a step back to distance herself from him. When he left, he gently closed the door and raised his eyebrows in surprise at Yang Qingheng.

"When I was in Xishan, I heard that Li Jiaoyan had a grudge against you. I thought you would take the opportunity to vent your anger. Unexpectedly, you actually went to help. Aren't you afraid of offending Mr. Li?" Fang Nan knew that now Li Nian is in the same group as them.

"Just to keep him busy." Yang Qingheng held the cup and played with it, the fine mist moistening the fingertips.

He dared to send people to the villa to monitor Song Hengjue. If he didn't keep him busy, his hands would be extended to the house. Sooner or later, he would find out about Song Hengjue's amnesia.

Fang Nan was confused, but he didn't need to understand: "I have made an appointment for tomorrow's physical examination. You can take Song Hengjue directly in through the back door."

He did the confidentiality work himself, so there wouldn't be any problems.

However, after all the calculations, a step was missed. Yang Qingheng went back from get off work early the next day and found that Song Hengjue was still there at home.

A strange feeling arose in her heart, and she took out her mobile phone and called Song Hengjue: "Have you gotten up for breakfast?"

"Of course, you care about me?" Song Hengjue stretched out his hand to open the door of the consulting room, raised a finger in front of his lips, and signaled the people inside to be silent.

"Well, that's good. I still have work to do. Let's talk about it later when we go back." Yang Qingheng pushed open the bedroom, looked at the lifeless bed inside, with unclear emotions in her eyes, and immediately dialed another number.

"Check someone out for me."

Song Hengjue held her cell phone, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Mr. Song, through yesterday's phone conversation, I think I have a rough idea of ​​your condition. Regarding memory loss, most patients will have the same anxiety as you, but recovering memory cannot be rushed. I can only say , you have a high chance of recovering your memory, and for the rest, you should relax." The doctor sighed and said sympathetically.

Song Hengjue, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his eyes: "No, what I want to ask today is if there is any way to prevent me from recovering this memory for the rest of my life."