drunk tea

"Ah... Actually, I don't really think about it. I just want to buy a mobile phone." He watched TV every day and knew the purpose of the mobile phone. He could make phone calls and shop online.

He wanted to talk to his mother, and it was convenient for him to ask if Yan Chi would come back in the future.

Yan Chi stared at him, and it took a while before he said, "I'll have someone bring it to you."

Before he could say anything, he turned around and went out the door.

Mu Cha is better now, he doesn't feel bad at all, he feels better, he gets up, removes the bed sheet and quilt cover, puts it in the washing machine, and then goes to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, he sniffed himself, and the scent of camellia disappeared.

"What's going on..."

Yan Chi walked straight towards the president's special elevator, the elevator door closed, and the girls at the front desk gathered together: "What's going on?" Another hickey?

"Obviously, we're going to have a boss lady."

"As expected of our president, the hickey marks are not covered up, and he still walks with wind, looking down on all sentient beings!"

"...what a mess of adjectives."

"There is no way to cover such an obvious position."

"It's enough to see that the future president's wife is very possessive, and she's blatantly declaring her sovereignty."

"Who do you think the future president's wife is?"

"It can't be Miss Bai, can it?"

"Impossible? Boss Yan doesn't like her at first sight."

"cough!"

Several young ladies shouted in unison: "Sister Lin!"

"It's time to go to work, don't chat anymore. Mr. Zhang from Wansheng, Fang Yu, comes over at [-] o'clock. You can greet him first. He doesn't drink tea or coffee. You can just bring him warm water."

"Good Miss Lin."

Yan Chi sat on the office chair and tapped his knuckles on the table. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he took out his mobile phone and sent a private message to the psychiatrist Min Hangchuan: "How can people who have lost their memory quickly recover their memory?"

Min Hang Chuan replied in seconds: "The reason for the amnesia?"

Yan Chi: "The vehicle hit."

Min Hangchuan: "Concussion?"

Yan Chi: "There is still blood pressing on the nerves."

Min Hangchuan: "How long have you lost your memory?"

Yan Chi: "More than three weeks."

Min Xingchuan: "The time is not too long, and the recovery of memory cannot be forced, and the doctor can't do anything about it. The most common method is to reappear the scene, understand the things that have a far-reaching impact on the patient or the people and things that he cares about the most, and take him to the place where he is most concerned. Stimulating the brain with familiar environmental stimuli should help, but it still depends on the individual situation, and the reproduction of the scene is useless for some people.”

Min Xingchuan: "If the doctor of cerebral hemorrhage did not order an operation, it means that the amount of bleeding is not large. It should be easier to restore the memory after the blood clot is absorbed by itself."

Yan Chi replied thank you and gave him a red envelope.

Min Xingchuan replied with a smiling face: "Mr. Yan is polite."

Yan Chi: Exciting? Exciting?

After a while, he called Meng He.

Meng He put down the glass bottle in his hand and picked it up: "Yan Chi? What's the matter?"

"Is Pan Zhile beside you?"

Meng He looked at Pan Zhile and replied, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Pan Zhile blinked: What are you doing?

"Lend your boyfriend for two days and do me a favor."

"What's busy? You can't do hard work, my family can't bear it... hiss~ it hurts... take it easy, I'm afraid your hands will hurt..."

As soon as Yan Chi heard this, he knew that this guy was being pinched, and Pan Zhile's lowered voice came from the other end of the phone, "You are sick".

Pan Zhile took Meng He's cell phone: "Brother Yan, what's the matter?"

Meng He saw his boyfriend was silent for a while and replied: "Okay, yes,..., okay, goodbye, brother Yan."

"What's the matter?" Seeing him hang up the phone, Meng He asked.

Pan Zhile put his phone aside and tied the glass bottle with lace and said, "Brother Yan wants to restore Zhou Chen's memory, let me stimulate his memory, and if I can't remember it, then take him to a familiar place." Great place to remember.”

Isn't the places Zhou Chen often goes to video game centers, discotheques, bars, hotels, clubs?Pan Zhile didn't like any of them.

"I'll accompany you." Meng He said.

Pan Zhile rolled up the flower ribbon with a ruler, held up the glass bottle and shook it, the sunlight refracted on the glass bottle, it was translucent, and there were colorful little stars inside.

He and Meng He folded together, a total of 999 pieces.

He stuffed the glass bottle into Meng He's arms: "Don't forget your mission."

Meng He looked at the glass bottle: "Tsk, little girl likes these things."

Pan Zhile smiled: "I must send it to Xiaolingdang today, or she will cry for you."

Meng He shook his head: "I'm a grown man, so this girl dares to let me do this."

Pan Zhile snorted coldly: "Come on, you cheated."

Meng He chuckled, and rubbed his face against him: "It's not bad, we are one, and what you stack is also my stack."

Pan Zhile rolled her eyes: "Okay, clean up the table, I'm going there."

"So fast?"

"Well, Brother Yan's driver will pick me up in a while, I'll go change my clothes first."

"Let him go back, and I'll see you off."

"Don't make trouble, people are already on their way here, you are going to see Little Bell, by the way, bring her a bunch of stars when you go."

Meng He collapsed on the sofa: "I suspect that little girl is your girlfriend."

Pan Zhile kicked him with a smile: "Well, she is my little girlfriend, so she must be pampered."

Meng He sat up: "If you don't go with me, she will make trouble."

Pan Zhile bent down and patted his face: "You tell her I have something to do, I'll finish the painting, and send it to her in two days."

Meng He Lemon said: "It's fine for my parents to spoil her, but it's not good for you to spoil her like this."

Pan Zhile raised her eyebrows: "Why not, the little princess is just for petting."

Meng He made trouble out of no reason: "You should spoil me!"

Pan Zhile kissed him on the mouth, but said: "Why do you spoil an old man?"

Meng He was delighted: "What an old man, I will be a teenager until the end of my life."

Pan Zhile walked towards the locker room: "Well, shameless enough."

Pan Zhile had just changed clothes, and Meng He touched it, pawing at the door frame, complaining: "Are you really going?"

"Ah."

Meng He leaned closer: "You really don't want me to accompany you? If you suddenly want to beat Zhou Chen, I can help you." Beating him dirty your hands, I'll do it.

The two were face to face, very close.

Pan Zhile blinked, raised his hand and turned his face aside: "No."

As soon as Meng He cleared the table, Lin Lide arrived. Pan Zhile took the phone and keys, and Meng He, who had been following him behind him, said, "If you see that he is really upset, hit him. Maybe his memory will recover after a beating."

Pan Zhile: ...

He stood on tiptoe and kissed him: "I'm leaving, you should go to the old house earlier."

"En." Meng He responded but pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply, and licked his lips when he retracted his tongue.

Pan Zhile's ears were red when he went out.

Mucha was about to go to the kitchen to cook, but when he heard the door open, he thought it was the housekeeper who had just left and came back, but when he looked back, he was a very bookish young man.

"you are?"

Pan Zhile looked at Zhou Chen, why did he feel that he looked better than before?His eyes are also clear, and he always feels that something is different.

"You don't remember me?"

"Uh..." Who?

Pan Zhile frowned: "I don't have any impression?"

Mu Cha looked carefully, and finally replied: "No."

"I'm Pan Zhile."

Pan Zhile?Where did I hear it?

"Oh! I remembered! Mr. Xiang mentioned you in the hospital before, you are my good friend!"

Pan Zhile:? ? ?

What's good?

Pan Zhile looked at Zhou Chen with shining eyes, it seemed that he couldn't remember seeing him, so he could only take him to other places, so he said, "Yes, we are friends and classmates at the same school."

Zhou Chen enthusiastically pulled him into the room.

Pan Zhile looked at the hand that was holding him: ...wanted to shake it off.

Mu Cha took him to sit on the sofa and asked him what he would like to drink?

"Water is fine."

"Okay." After speaking, he brought him a glass of water and fruit snacks.

Pan Zhile was uncomfortable seeing Zhou Chen like this.

Mu Cha sat opposite him: "You came back from abroad? When did you come back? Which country did you travel to?"

Travel abroad?

He still has this role?

Seeing that the other party was silent, Mu Cha remembered: "Ah... sorry, I have amnesia, I have forgotten all the past, don't think my question is nonsense, Mr. Xiang told me about your travel abroad when I was hospitalized of."

Pan Zhile was also quick to get into the play: "Well, I know about this. I have been abroad since the college entrance examination. I didn't have time to see you when something happened to you."

Mu Cha hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm actually fine, did you just come back today?"

"I came back yesterday, and I came to see you today. Oh, by the way, Brother Yan asked me to bring you this."

Yan Chi?

"What?" Mu Cha took it and opened it to see that it was a mobile phone. Yan Chi bought it for him so quickly.

Mu Cha was a little happy, it was given to him by Yan Chi.

"That...can you teach me how to use it?"

Ok?

Mu Cha said embarrassedly: "I don't remember how to use it." Although he knew some uses of it from TV, he really didn't know how to use it specifically.

Pan Zhile: Amnesia so complete...

He helped him download some commonly used software, and patiently taught him how to use it. Mucha tied the bank card that Xu Rong gave him to his mobile phone. He learned things very quickly, and he understood them casually.

Mu Cha smiled and said, "Thank you, what's your phone number, I'll save it, and add a friend by the way."

Pan Zhile didn't really want to give it, but she added it anyway.

"Do you have Yan Chi's number?"

Pan Zhile: ...

To give or not to give?

give it...

Mucha saved Yan Chi's number and sent a WeChat add request, but it still hasn't been approved.

Mu Cha has a smile in his eyes, he will add his parents when he gets home one day, and then he can make frequent video calls, and he will not be bored when he is alone at home.

He looked at the time and said to Pan Zhile: "It's almost twelve o'clock, I'll cook, what kind of food do you like, I can try to make it."

Looking at Zhou Chen's smiling face, Pan Zhile never thought that one day he would be able to get along with Zhou Chen so calmly.

But... Is Zhou Chen's cooking edible?

His purpose was to take Zhou Chen out.

"Don't bother, let's go out to eat, and you have lost your memory, I'll take you out for a walk, maybe you can remember something."

Mu Cha heard it: "Okay, I think Yan Chi seems to really want me to remember the past, it would be great if I could."

"Well, let's go then."

When going out, Mucha asked him: "Zhile, how did you open this door? Why can't I open it?"

Zhou Chen suddenly called him Zhile, and he felt uncomfortable.