Chapter 88 Mistaken him as a lover in this life

  Shen Yi went to the monitoring room with him.

   Pei Zhi, who stayed in the ward, held the slender white right hand and stayed by her side with the same posture.

  The anesthetic wears off after half an hour.

  Lin Jiao, who woke up leisurely, had a face full of anxiety, and her eyes were red.

   She sobbed: "Uncle..."

   "I'm here." Pei Zhi leaned over in a panic.

   He wiped away the tears that fell from the end of her eyes, and his hoarse voice was very soft: "It's alright, don't cry, okay?"

  Lin Jiao couldn't stop her tears.

   She covered his wrist bone, like a fragile cat trying to hide in his arms: "Hold me."

"what?"

"hug."

   A trace of doubt flashed in Pei Zhi's eyes.

  He adjusted the height of the head of the bed, then sat back and hugged her waist vainly: "Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you?"

   "No." Lin Jiao touched the gauze tied to the top of her head twice and snuggled into his arms.

   She raised her head and looked at him, her fox eyes washed with tears, filled with deep love.

   Pei Zhi looked at her silently.

   He frowned, unable to ignore the strange feeling that hit his heart: "Jiaojiao, what the **** are you..."

   A soft lip came up, blocking what he had not finished saying.

  Lin Jiao pressed against his lips, smiling eyes as if excited to kiss him.

   Her action really frightened Pei Zhi.

   He clenched the guardrail of the hospital bed, and before he had time to regain his senses and back away, the sound of gasping for air reached his auricle.

   "I am!" Shen Yi, who never swears, couldn't help but scold when he saw this scene.

   Not to mention Zhou Yanshen next to him.

   "Mr. Pei did a good job of hiding it." His eyes wandered over them: "It's only been a long time, and it has developed to this point."

   "No." Pei Zhi breathed calmly.

   He glanced at Lin Jiao whose ears were dyed red, raised his finger and pointed to his temple, implying them.

   After all, they are brothers for many years. After the two of them read his eyes, their expressions suddenly became serious.

   "I'm going to call a doctor." Shen Yi turned around immediately, only Zhou Yanshen remained motionless.

   He looked at Lin Jiao up and down, left and right, as if he was watching an orangutan in the zoo, and didn't take his eyes back until the doctor came in.

   After an examination, the director of the psychology department who was called back to the hospital appeared with a pen and paper.

   He first asked the patient's condition: "You wait outside, I'll talk to her first."

   "Can I listen in?" While Shen Yi was worried, he was full of exploratory desires for this kind of case.

   Remembering that he had studied psychology before, the director didn't plan to stop him: "Then don't make a sound."

  Shen Yi knew the rules: "Okay."

   He pushed the shoulders of the two people next to him, closed the door without saying a word, and hurriedly studied the patient.

   Pei Zhi, who was dragged by Zhou Yan to the end of the corridor, sat on the chair and smoked in a complicated mood.

   He looked at the crescent moon, the emotions in his eyes were blocked by the smoky smoke: "Do you think she thinks of me as a right?"

   Zhou Yanshen really couldn't answer this question.

   He put his left hand on Pei Zhi's shoulder: "Didn't the doctor say that when the blood in her brain disappears, she can return to normal?"

   Pei Zhi understood what he meant.

   "I don't want this." The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more bitter: "I don't want to get along with her as Gu Quan."

   Even if it’s just a minute or a second.

   He couldn't take it.

   Zhou Yan sighed deeply: "Don't be too pessimistic, everything will be discussed after the result over there."

   Pei Zhi was silent.

   He counted the time silently in his heart, as if waiting for the coming Ling Chi, full of desolation.

   When he came to the sound of footsteps, his feet were covered with cigarette butts, and even his throat was smoked with nicotine and he was speechless.

   "Mr. Pei, congratulations." Seeing his depressed look, Shen Yi stopped teasing him.

   He sat between them: "You don't even have to confess this time, just start the love mode."

   Pei Zhi's back was tense: "What do you mean?"

   "The reason why her memory is confused is that she confuses dreams with reality."

   "Dreamland?"

   "Yes." Shen Yi smiled teasingly: "In her current memory, you are his husband in his previous life and his lover in this life."

   Pei Zhi had a more complicated mood after listening to him talk about his dream of sacrificing love, and he didn't recover for a while.

   He remembered her red eyes that day, and didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

   "Can I tell her the truth?"

"cannot."

  Shen Yi recalled the test just now: "Lin Jiao doesn't have much sense of security. If you break this state rashly, she will easily lead to mental illness of self-doubt, panic, depression, and bad things happen."

   After hearing 'depression' and 'bad things', a piece of news flashed in Zhou Yanshen's mind.

   He looked at Pei Zhi anxiously: "Anyway, this result is what you want, so you should cultivate a relationship with her."

   "I think so too." Shen Yi echoed.

   He knew that Pei Zhi was not ready, and tried to convince him: "Lin Jiao must have you in his heart, don't be too stressed."

   "Why are you sure?"

   "She doesn't take us as her husband, so she can already explain everything, can't she?"

   Pei Zhi: "…"

   He had no way to refute it.

   Pei Zhi leaned on the back of the chair, his heart was like riding on a roller coaster, ups and downs: "How long will it take for her to recover?"

"not sure."

   "Then does she still recognize the people around her?"

   "Those who are not familiar enough may not recognize them."

  Shen Yi exhaled a puff of smoke, and told him a few precautions: "You should go ahead and accompany her, former husband."

   Pei Zhi's brain jumped.

   He got up and walked to the door of the ward, took a deep breath before covering the door handle, adjusted his mind first, and then pressed down hard.

   "Uncle, I want to eat cake." As he sat down, Lin Jiao leaned against him as reliantly as before.

"What is the taste?"

   "Matcha."

   Pei Zhi took her to order takeout.

   He showed her the page where he placed the order, and his voice was still as gentle: "What else?"

   "Watermelon Bo Bo Bo."

  Lin Jiao stared at his godlike face, and after he finished clicking, he pulled his collar down again.

   She kissed his profile: "Reward."

  "..." Just kill him.

   Pei Zhi held his restless heart.

   In order to prevent her from kissing him frequently, he stroked the long hair and coaxed softly: "Jiaojiao, it's not good to be affected like this in the hospital."

   "There is no one else here."

   "But there is surveillance." He pointed to the air vent, and his serious appearance was hard to suspect.

  Lin Jiao just wanted to look in the direction he pointed, when he pinched his chin and diverted his attention.

   "Does your head still hurt?"

   "It doesn't hurt."

   "Then go to sleep first." Pei Zhi carefully helped her lie down: "I'll call you when the takeaway arrives."

   "You come up together."

"I am not sleepy."

  Lin Jiao refused to follow, and insisted that he accompany him.

   She turned over slowly, resting on his arm contentedly: "Uncle, can I make a request?"

   Xinghe giggled: The dream that has been foreshadowing for so long has finally come in handy.

   Pei Zhi cold face: You ruined my confession.

   Xinghe: Next, I'm going to write about kissing, sharing a bed... ah? What did you say, Mr. Pei?

   Pei Zhi: It's okay, you continue.

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   The name of this chapter is: [Please eat a delicious dog blood candy. 】【It's delicious, you can vote quickly】

  

  

   (end of this chapter)