Chapter 394 I don’t remember

But on the one hand, he just woke up, on the other hand, he probably woke up.

What I saw was not the white wall of the hospital, but Song Yaoyao, Huo Yunque, and the office where he first set foot in the stranger!

Huo Qi couldn't help but said, pulling Song Wenchuan out.

Song Wenchuan still didn't understand, "How did I get here?"

Huo Qi: "..."

It's over, this one seems to have really broken his brain.

He still remembered the sharp-edged aura when this man came to the door. Obediently, Huo Qiduo took a second look.

The result is now--

How did it become like this?

"Of course you came here by yourself. We have surveillance everywhere. Would you like to call it out for you?" Huo Qi's mouth twitched and replied helplessly.

Song Wenchuan had a meditation in his eyes. After he calmed down, he always felt that something was wrong.

"No need to."

He shook his head and got into the car.

The patient who disappeared for no reason, after missing for most of a day, he came back'waggering.'

Zhou Manli raised her hand angrily as she wanted to hammer him, but when she saw his pale complexion, she couldn't bear it.

"Boy, where did you go? Just stay in the hospital for treatment if you lose your memory! What are you running around?"

Song Wenchuan became even more confused. He raised his forehead, "Mom, what amnesia? When did I lose my memory?"

Zhou Manli and Song Ruiqi were shocked.

After reacting, the ward rang out in unison.

"Come on!!"

Not long after coming back, Song Wenchuan, who was pushed to check again, was very helpless.

But looking at the worried eyes of the parents, I can only endure it abruptly.

Wei Yuanfan looked at the checklist, which was exactly the same as the checkup in the morning.

But the difference is--

Song Wenchuan said that he had no memory loss.

"That..." Wei Yuanfan asked cautiously: "Do you remember what happened after you woke up?"

Song Wenchuan frowned, "What do you mean?"

Wei Yuanfan watched Song Wenchuan's temperament soften, and there was no violent force on that clear face, as if he had changed a core.

Although he is an atheist, he can't help but feel that he is gross now.

He beckoned, called a nurse over, and told her, "Go to the monitoring room and ask someone to call up all the videos about Mr. Song from 9 am to 11 am and send them to me."

Song Wenchuan felt a strange feeling in his heart.

When he saw himself in the video, sitting lazily in a chair, with his hand leaping on the table, Song Wenchuan's eyebrows were already raised by a hill.

The man in the video has a face exactly like him, and the coat over his shoulder is the one he is wearing at this time.

But his words, actions, and walking posture were all unfamiliar to Song Wenchuan.

He also saw Zhou Manli raising her hand as if she wanted to hit herself in the video, but she didn't know why she couldn't do it. And when Zhou Manli and Wei Yuanfan seemed to be in a dispute, he said something, and then controlled the wheelchair, so he left the office...

Song Wenchuan wants to watch again, the video is over.

Wei Yuanfan reopened another video, which was called up from different surveillance.

The length of time is different.

Song Jingwan chased it out, ‘he’ didn’t turn his head, put his coat straight together, and walked forward casually.

Until passing by a monitor, he suddenly looked up.

At that moment, the goose bumps on Song Wenchuan's arm rose up, and his hair stood upright!

In the video, he smiled at the monitor and opened his lips silently.

(End of this chapter)