Lan Jiang loses her memory every day

"How is your body?" Belmode asked.

Masawa Matsuki put away the equipment and rubbed his eyes, "Not bad, but we need to observe again."

After all, he looked seriously at Lan, who lowered his head, "I'm afraid that her situation will repeat itself, so we'll have to wait and see in three days."

Lan was in a fog when she heard it, and she subconsciously looked at Qin Jiu.

The man's green eyes were full of indifference, like a clear spring without waves.

Lan subconsciously wanted to retract her fingers, but was held tightly by the man's hand.

She quietly raised her eyes to look at Qin Jiu, but the man remained expressionless.

Gin and Belmode could naturally hear what Masawa Matsuki wanted to say, but they thought differently.

Belmode just wanted to take Lan away as soon as possible.

In case Houlan can only remember gin, what should the waiting boy do, what should her parents do.

Besides, the FBI and the Japanese police are helping him secretly find Angel. If they find Angel, they will naturally find the modified version of APTX4869, which will even bring a devastating blow to the organization.

Not to mention, what if the boss finds out about Angel's existence, and realizes that his most loyal subordinate actually has a woman hidden in his heart.

That undoubtedly threatened Angel's life.

But Qin Jiu thought much simpler, he held Lan Xiu's long white fingers and rubbed them carefully.

Lan also felt the man's movement, and subconsciously withdrew her fingers.

Belmode also saw the man's movements, and curled his lips speechlessly.

An old man's love is like an old house on fire.

As soon as Lan's body information came out, Matsuki Masawa took the information to study, like a fanatical pagan, if it wasn't for Gin and Belmode, he almost kissed Lan.

Finally gave up on this action.

It happened to be noon, and Belmode was afraid of being hungry, so he went to the kitchen.

"Then let me help too."

Lan stood up and said, turning to look at the man sitting on the sofa with long hair draped over his shoulders.

Seeing the man nodded, she followed Belmode into the kitchen.

"Hey, I didn't expect Lan to be a strict husband."

Belmode joked while leaning on the kitchen counter, and glanced at Gin who was looking into the kitchen.

"No, I'm just afraid that he will be angry."

Lan hurriedly explained, but after explaining, she felt that she had described Gin as an angry person.

The more she explained, the more chaotic she became, so she stopped talking.

Qin Jiu naturally also saw this scene, and snorted disdainfully.

Seeing Vodka driving a Porsche 365A parked at the entrance of the institute, he got up and walked out.

Seeing this, Belmode laughed.

Her Angel is as cute as ever.

"Okay, stop teasing you. What would you like to eat, Angel?"

"Angel?" Lan looked at the silver-haired woman.

When she woke up, the pretty woman introduced her as Belmode, a friend of Dr. Pinewood and Gin.

It's just "Angel", did someone call her that in my memory?

"Did you call me that before?" Lan tilted his head and looked at Belmode.

Belmode laughed but said nothing, then changed the subject and asked, "Does Lan like Holmes?"

"Holmes?" Lan said softly.

"I really like a sentence that Holmes said at that time, do you know what it is?"

"do not know."

"If it's true that you can be destroyed, it's for the public good. I'm happy to die."

Lan tightly covered her head and squatted down in pain.

Someone must have whispered this in her ear.

That person is extremely important in her life, but it is definitely not Kurosawa Jin.

Who is he?

Why does she feel sad?

Tears rolled down his cheeks irresistibly, no matter how much he wiped them off, he couldn't finish them.

God knows that Belmode just wanted to hint at "Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era", but he didn't expect Angel's reaction to be so strong.

If Gin knew about it, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

Belmode squatted down and handed the handkerchief to Lan, only to hear her Angel keep saying, "Who is he?"

Lan looked at Belmode with tears in his eyes.

"Wipe it, you'll remember it sooner or later." Belmode advised distressedly.

"really?"

Seeing Belmode nodding, Lan took the handkerchief, "Thank you, I made you worry."

"Lan go take a rest first, and I'll show you my cooking skills in a while." Belmode smiled and blinked at Lan.

"Excuse me." Lan nodded politely.

She also knew that her mood was very unstable now, even if she helped Belmode, it would only be a disservice.

So Lan went out of the kitchen, only to find that the sofa was already empty.

array?

Lan turned to look out the window, and saw Gin standing outside the door of the institute, leaning against a black car, as if talking to the people inside.

Lan opened the door curiously.

"Boss."

Naturally, Vodka saw the girl who was suspected to be his sister-in-law, and he subconsciously prepared his gun.

Qin Jiu turned his head and saw the girl hugging a small black milk cat, her face was extraordinarily gentle.

"Vodka." Gin turned his head and lowered the brim of his hat to look at Vodka.

"What's the matter, boss?" Vodka asked.

"She's safe." Qin Jiu whispered.

Vodka had no choice but to withdraw the gun in his hand, but regretted why he didn't kill the girl in the first place, so that they would not be tracked by mice recently.

When Lan went out, she heard the sound of "meow meow".

She lowered her head, and saw a pure black kitten lying on the ground, as if it had been drenched in the rain, and its whole body was wet.

"It's so cute." Lan gently hugged the cat.

Although Maomao was hot all over, he still did not forget to lick Lan's palm with his pink tongue. His body was clean, but he seemed lost.

Lan picked up the sign on Maomao's neck, with a few words written on it, "Sakamoto-kun."

The opposite is "Looking for a predestined relationship."

Hey, predestined person, is it her?

Let's take Sakamoto-kun in first, Lan turned and pushed the door open.

Lying in the girl's warm embrace, Sakamoto turned his head to glance at the gin beside the car, and yawned softly.

The author has something to say: Zongman begins

go to bed early