Xiang Qingyi has been an hour since he woke up. At this time, only the item was accompanied by him. In the blood of Xiang Qingyu, some complicated pharmaceutical ingredients were found. After repeated determination by doctors, it was developed by the Xiang family. Kind of cleaning memory syrup.

After listening to the item, Xiao Han was so gloomy as iron, and some people dared to use cleaning potions in his laboratory in his home.

Xiang Qingqi was sitting on the sofa at the moment, his fingers quickly flipped the ipad in his hand. He was the proud son of the family who was holding the palm of his hand from an early age. Therefore, his growth experience picture is a glimpse of the record. Come down.

Even if he lost his memory, he did not affect his well-developed brain nerves and his ability to accept things calmly and rationally.

The item on the side of Xiao Han is extremely angry, but at this moment he should be glad that the other person did not want his nephew's life. Otherwise, how can he explain to the family elders?

"Is there anything else that I don't understand?"

Xiang Han looked at his own nephew, and the language was softer.

Xiang Qingyi looked through his own growth record, and the blank area in his mind was perfectly contacted. For what happened here, Xiang Yanhan explained it again. Now, he has fully understood the original tail of the matter.

"Seven uncle, I understand who I am, but there are still some details that are not clear."

"You just need to know who you are, what your mission is. In terms of details, you still have a lot of time to fill."

Xiang Hanhan was relieved of his current recovery.

"We have ghosts here, this person, I must find it out."

The item was cold and clenched, and looked at the nephew who was gazing at the side. "I will let you take a break from the back of the house. In a short time, the things here will be handed over to me."

"That little uncle, you have to be careful."

Xiang Qingyi cares about one sentence. Compared with him before the amnesia, at this moment, his eyes are blinking and confused from time to time. Even he always wants to fill in the memories of other blanks.

Xiang Qingyu was sent back to Xiang Xiang, and Xu Han was left to check this matter.

Xiangzhai is located in a very mysterious forest. Outside the gate is a self-built airport. A house covering an area of ​​nearly 10,000 square meters, under the stars, reveals an ancient atmosphere. This is the home of nearly a hundred years. The house, from the original ancestor to the present, continues to spread, and this family has also undergone several generations of changes, and has the glory of the current pharmaceutical empire.

Xiang Qing smashed his suit, and although he lost his memory, there are some things that are branded in his inspiration, which cannot be washed away.

It was the kindness of the house. He even knew what was on the other end of the corridor, as if it was something he knew subconsciously, and this made him more familiar and amiable.

"Qing Yu..." The mother who had already received the notice flew and looked at the son who was straight in front of her. She hugged tightly and sobbed.

Xiang Qingqi reached out and hugged his mother, screaming, "Mom."

This tone made Mrs.’s tears immediately, and the joy surged. Although her son lost his memory, her tone was the same as before.

Her son has not changed.

At this time, Xiang Qingxi saw the man next to him, he called, "Dad."

"You stink, don't you understand self-protection?

Let us worry so much. ”

Xiang Si Nian installed a sentence.

Mrs. Xiang immediately defended her son. "What are you doing with your son?"

He also doesn't want to make it like this. ”

Xiang Qingqi smiled at the curved lips. At this time, in the crowd that was greeted, there was an old man sitting in a wheelchair. He was standing next to an old man. The lady pushed him. "Your grandfather and grandfather." Come, go and say hello."

Xiang Qingyi walked up to the two elders, and his eyes showed the respect for the elders. "Grandpa, Grandpa."

"Although it is less emotional, it is still my most loved grandson."

The old man reached out and patted him.

"Qing Hao! I can't stand this old bones, you are so scared, you want my life!"

The old man, the old man, reached over and held his hand tightly. "Nothing is allowed."

In the encirclement of his loved ones, Xiang Qingyu was quickly integrated into the identity of his nephew, but in his lack of memory, he forgot that there was another girl who appeared in his life, no one. Tell him, and he can't think of her.

But he did not know, this girl is thinking about him at the moment.

Jiang Weiwei has been somewhat uneasy for the past two days. Even though her inspiration for this collection was very good, Jiang Yi also liked the manuscript she handed in. However, since Xiang Qingyi left the country, she thought that he would go to the place. Send her a message, but she waited for two days and did not wait.

Her heart, there are always some ups and downs.

Because when he walked, his tone was relaxed, and he might have been rushing past him. It must not be a trivial matter.

Today, when she was taking a nap in the office, she had a nightmare. She was awakened. In her nightmare, she seemed to see Xiang Qingyi coming back, but she stood behind him and wanted to catch up with him. He didn't seem to see her, he walked very fast, and he didn't hear him because of how she called him.

Jiang Weiwei, who was awakened, gasped slightly. She had a long hair. In the air-cooled office, she suddenly rushed out of the cold sweat. She wiped the sweat with a paper towel.

The heart still hurts, even if it is just a dream, it gives her a sad feeling of sadness.

Jiang Weiwei bit her red lips and reached for the phone next to her. She found the number of Xiang Qingyi. She never dared to disturb him, but at the moment, she seemed to find great courage.

She dialed.

The phone is open, which makes her heart taut again.

She is waiting nervously, looking forward to his familiar voice.

At the moment, in the Xiangzhai, Xiang Qingying, who had just showered, heard the mobile phone on the table rang, and he frowned, and he had forgotten so many things.

He is more cautious about the incoming calls from mobile phones.

He glanced at the number that was called the country of z, and the name Jiang Weiwei was the name of a girl.

Xiang Qing smashed, and walked up to the floor-to-ceiling window to pick up, the sound line restored his usual coldness, "Hey! Which one."

Jiang Weiwei groaned, not looking at the phone again, did not dial the wrong number! Wait, this sound line is like an engine.

"I am a rose, it is you, is it?"

Jiang Weiwei asked and tried.

"I am a project, who are you?"

Xiang Qingqi asked, and was curious about the sweet voice of the ear.

Jiang Weiwei’s breathing, the heart will break in an instant, is this a dream?

Is this still the dream just now?

"You do not know who I am?"

Jiang Weiwei licked her lips and controlled her own voice to calm down.

Did he deliberately tease her?

Xiang Qingyi listened to this somewhat injured woman. He frowned again. Who is she?

Why is there a mobile number in his mobile phone?

He wants to grab some memories of Jiang Weiwei from his head, but it is a completely blank existence.

The silence of about seven seconds on the opposite side made Jiang Weiwei's face pale. She was waiting for him to recover the gentle item, and waited for him to call her name gently in the next second.

"are you looking for me?"

When Xiang Qingyi was unable to determine her importance, she only wanted to know what she was calling.

Jiang Weiwei held her mobile phone and was shaking. Finally, she couldn’t help but cry out. "Zheng Qingyi, don’t you remember me?

What happened to you?

I am Jiang Weiwei. ”

Xiang Qingyi listened to this crying, his fists subconsciously clenched, as if his subconsciously followed the heart.

"I did have an accident, I lost my memory, Miss Jiang, if you have something important, you can tell me."

Xiang Qing’s voice is still cold.

This is his attitude toward the outside world, because he lost his memory, it is likely to let some people with a heart to do something bad.

Therefore, he will never show too much personal feelings to people he does not know.

"You lost your memory?"

Jiang Weiwei’s head exploded, but what happened to him?

"Are you injured?"

Jiang Weiwei’s first thought was to care for him.

"I just suffered some minor injuries to my head. There is nothing in my body. Thank you for your concern."

Xiang Qing said politely.

Jiang Weiwei’s breathing was once again stunned, and she clearly listened to his voice, as if the item in her heart was far away.

"It's okay, you'll be fine."

Jiang Weiwei cried out.

"Then I hang up first."

Xiang Qingyi still has to see Grandpa because he is waiting for him to chat.

"Don't..." Jiang Weiwei was not willing to hang up the phone. He lost his memory and lost their relationship. They did not have a certain relationship.

But she didn't want to lose contact with him.

"Any thing else?"

Xiang Qingyu looked down and asked.

"I... don't delete my number?"

Jiang Weiwei’s humble request.

Because the real identity of Xiang Qing, for her only, is still unattainable, he fell in love with her, because the side of the wedding, perhaps, is the one she lost.

But now, he has forgotten that she is already a strange existence in his heart.

She was afraid that she would suddenly lose all contact with him.

"Good! I won't delete it."

Xiang Qing’s low guarantee guarantees that when the mother is calling him outside, “Ying, you are too grandfather calling you.”

"Good! I will pass right away."

Xiang Qingying responded by saying that the girl at the end of the phone said, "I should hang up! Contact later, goodbye."

After he finished, he hung up, and he didn't know that the **** the phone had tears in his face. Jiang Weiwei couldn't help it anymore. She cried on the table and cried.

Her heart is really so painful!