After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

The man was not on the list given by Zhao Ling, and Fang Qian had confirmed it countless times.Sure enough, he sneaked in to follow him.

He had looked at the scoreboard in front of the man's hospital bed.

Zhang Yan, his name is Zhang Yan, he secretly chewed the name several times in his mouth.

Why is this name so familiar?

When I came back to my senses, I had already written a page full of the man's name on the paper.

Touching the dried handwriting with fingertips, there was some pain like an electric shock, but he was reluctant to move it away.

Everyone told him that during those half a year, he was just busy filming, commercializing and acting on shows as usual, and nothing special happened.

But he didn't believe it.

No matter who this man is, he must be related to his lost memory, perhaps, he is still the key.

Fang Qian's gaze focused on the name.

Zhang Yan.

Very good, if the mountain does not come, I will go, if I go, I will go to the mountain.He didn't believe that there were still people who could hide the past tightly.

Zhang Yan looked at Fang Qian peeling the apple in a serious manner, and was puzzled for a while.

Fang Qian threw the long strips of apple peel into the trash can, turned around and met Zhang Yan's gaze: "Why, you don't welcome me?"

Zhang Yan looked at him helplessly: "Didn't you tell me not to pester you?"

Fang Qian handed the apple to Zhang Yan with a straight face: "Just because you can't pester me, doesn't mean I can't pester you."

Zhang Yan simply didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

After Fang Qian washed his hands, he sat down in front of Zhang Yan again: "Hey, stalker, did you know me before?"

Zhang Yan gnawed at the apple, glanced at him angrily, and denied it flatly: "No, I've never seen you before, and I have a name, so I'm not called a stalker."

Fang Qian raised his eyebrows: "I often go on TV, how could you never see me?"

"Television doesn't count, if you don't have it, you don't have it. Big star, don't you have the time to wander around the streets every day?"

"Of course not." As a young, motivated and popular actor, he is very busy.

Zhang Yan shrugged: "Then it's over, I'm an ordinary person, and I don't go to film sets or studios, how did I meet you?"

Fang Qian narrowed his eyes, slyly like a fox: "Are you sure, you are not my fan? Then why do you keep dangling in front of me?"

Zhang Yan looked embarrassed: "...I only went to your fan meeting recently."

Fang Qian's dark eyes were full of unconcealable pride, and he patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder: "I wish I had been so frank earlier."

The apple stuck in his throat, and Zhang Yan coughed hoarsely.

Fang Qian got up in a hurry to give Zhang Yan a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Zhang Yan's face was flushed with choking, and he turned his head away, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Are you okay?" Fang Qian asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Zhang Yan waved his hand and began to chase people away, "Aren't you very busy, big star? Don't waste your time here."

Fang Qian looked at his watch, then at Zhao Ling who was waiting at the door, and said unwillingly, "Okay. You have a good rest, and I'll come see you tomorrow."

"En." Zhang Yan agreed, watching him leave, but his expression turned sad the moment he turned around.

In fact, I also know that this body is filled with different people.Even so, she still couldn't help longing to see him, longing to hear his voice, longing to touch his warm skin.

To him, Fang Qian was like a drug addiction that he couldn't get rid of.

How long is he going to lie to himself?

Fang Qian, who turned his back, didn't see all this. He walked through the corridor on the sixteenth floor familiarly, and suddenly stopped in front of a ward.

1621... This is the ward where he lived in an accident.

From the moment he walked out of this ward, no, from the moment he woke up here, everything changed forever.

It's like a piece of my heart has been ripped out, and no matter what I do, it can't be filled.

Life has become a huge lie, everyone holds a part of the truth, only he is kept in the dark.

He still filmed and endorsed the show, but secretly everything gradually slipped out of control.

No, it can't go on like this, if he doesn't get the truth, he will go crazy one day.

Zhao Ling was startled by his gloomy face, she patted his arm cautiously, "Fang Qian, let's go, we're going to be late."

Fang Qian withdrew his gaze and smiled apologetically: "Yes."

CBD is one of the most prosperous areas in Chenhai, with row upon row of high-rise buildings and glass curtain walls bathed in sunlight, reflecting dazzling light.There are almost no people on the wide six-lane road, only the never-ending traffic flow.

In the east of the CBD, opposite to the Star Entertainment Building, there is a small cafe, which provides a place for busy white-collar workers to take a break.

Pushing open the narrow door of the shop wrapped in wooden frames, the hustle and bustle is instantly isolated. What falls into the ears is elegant and light jazz, and what comes out of the nose is the mellow aroma of cream mixed with coffee. The tense nerves of the visitors are instantly relieved. be appeased.

The young waiter at the door will considerately lead the guests to their seats, and then smile and ask the guests what they want to drink.

This is 36 Degrees 7, a well-known coffee shop in the east of the CBD.

Of course, the reasons that attract white-collar women to come here are not only the elegant environment, delicious desserts and mellow coffee, but also the gentle and handsome store manager, or the handsome or handsome or cute waiters, even the bar counter. The barista is also an out-and-out sunny handsome guy.

36 degrees 7, can be called the most beautiful cafe in the history of CBD.

This is also where Zhang Yan works.

When Zhang Yan was absent from work for a week due to injury, when he pushed open the back door of the cafe, he was already mentally prepared to be deducted his bonus by the manager of the smiling tiger.

He did not notify Fang Qian and his manager, and went through the discharge procedures by himself and was discharged early.

The body involuntarily wants to get close to that person, but the reason is constantly resisting. This kind of contradictory mood, even he himself can't explain it clearly.

Zhang Yan took a deep breath and pushed open the door, only to find that the back kitchen, which was busy in the past, was now dark and silent.He squinted his eyes, trying to quickly adapt to this dark environment.

Suddenly there was a "boom" in the darkness, and a small firework exploded in front of his eyes, followed by a "squeaky" sound. Before he could react, he had already been sprayed all over his face and body by the colored stripes.

what's the situation? !Zhang Yan was stunned.

The light was turned on with a "snap", and the clean and empty kitchen was suddenly brightly lit.

"Welcome back!!" Everyone stood in front of him in a circle.

Surrounded by the crowd of blessings, Zhang Yan didn't react for a long time. He looked blankly at the handsome store manager standing in the center: "Store manager, this...?"

"What is this, brother Zhang Yan," a handsome boy pushed a dining car with tiramisu cakes, passed through the crowd, and stopped in front of Zhang Yan: "Congratulations on your recovery and discharge from the hospital!"

"Yi Han is right." The store manager also came over and lit the candle in the middle of the cake, "Come on, let's make a wish!"

"What wish is it? It's not a birthday!" Although Zhang Yan said so, he was very moved in his heart.

"Come on!" Zhang Yan made a wish under the urging of everyone.

After blowing out the candles, a group of people ate the cake noisily. The good friends Wang Lan and Xia Xing even fed each other cakes.

Zhang Yan held the cake in one hand and stuffed it into his mouth. Standing on the sidelines and watching the big show, he found that not only him, but also the store manager were the idlers watching.

There was a smile on the corner of the store manager's mouth, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

After Zhang Yan finished his last mouthful of tiramisu, he went to the store manager and asked expectantly, "Store manager, what about my bonus?"

"Oh, the bonus is still deducted." Ning Yu said lightly.

At the end of the day's work, it was already 09:30 in the evening. After Zhang Yan packed up his things and locked the door, he went out the back door. A black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle stopped in front of him, and the windows slowly rolled down. The boy's face poked out, and it was Yin An: "Brother Zhang Yan, come up quickly, I'm just waiting for you."

Zhang Yan got on the co-pilot in three steps at a time, and the car slowly slid out of the alley behind the coffee shop, accelerated slowly, and drove through the intersection.

There were not many people on the mission this time, the only people sitting in the car were Wang Xiaoming who was driving, Yin An and him.

"Brother Zhang Yan, here." The young man handed over a stack of charms from the back row. Zhang Yan looked at them, and they were nothing more than magic spells, eight trigrams spells, etc., but the number was a few more than usual.

"Is the task difficult this time?" Zhang Yan asked casually.

"No, it's pretty much the same as before."

"Then why are you giving me so many charms?" Making charms is very troublesome.

"You'll know later." The young man smiled brightly, revealing eight neat and white teeth.

An hour later, the Mercedes-Benz got off the expressway around the city, turned around, and drove towards Fengshan Villas.

It wasn't the first time Zhang Yan came here, but the memories of the last time were not very good, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but everyone around him looked calm, and he didn't want to show timidity.The car quickly stopped in front of a villa, the iron gate slowly opened, and the wide courtyard was like a picture scroll, gradually unfolding in front of the three of them.

If it is daytime, maybe they can appreciate the well-maintained lawn, the exquisite sculptures and fountains in the center of the courtyard, and the well-cultivated and trimmed trees, but at this moment everything is covered by shadows, and even the warm yellowish light of the street lamps cannot block it. The eerie atmosphere that lives in this mansion.

The car stopped in front of the three-story building at the end of the courtyard.