Huo Hanting stared at the screen, his thin lips pursed into a line.
Qiu Lijin sighed, with a heavy tone: "Han Ting, she probably won't remember you for the rest of her life, and you are a stranger to her now."
Huo Hanting guessed this, but the word "permanent" still hurt him.
"Is there a solution?"
"Yes, that's where the problem lies." Qiu Lijin sighed, pointing to the imaged picture and said to Huo Hanting, "Normal patients can stimulate memory recovery through some past events, but she can't, her brain is for self-protection, The world view and self-awareness have been established in another way. If they are forcibly stimulated by the outside world, it is likely to cause the existing memory to be insane, and the consciousness will completely collapse, and the end will be"
He didn't say it clearly, but everyone present understood it.
Huo Hanting's face sank, whether it was dementia, mental illness, or a lunatic, it was not what he wanted to see.
"Even." Qiu Lijin said hesitantly, "She is also somewhat similar to dissociative symptoms. She has forgotten everything in the past, and her current consciousness has given her a new identity and experience. In a sense, she You can look at it as a brand new person, the old Gu Wanyan"
already dead.
*
Outside the car window was the hazy night, and the boundless cold squeezed the space, making Huo Hanting involuntarily hug the sleeping woman in his arms.
"Ayan."
He yelled in a low voice, and there was silence in his eyes.
Jiang Yu glanced at him through the rearview mirror, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.
What kind of life Huo Hanting has lived in the past five years, he is the most familiar with the special assistant who almost never leaves.
He put all his thoughts on his work so that he could escape from the fact that Gu Wanyan had disappeared. Even after dealing with the Wei family and Zhou Zheyan, he could barely fall asleep with the help of sleeping pills every night.
The moment he saw Doris raised his head and played the piano, the bright golden light on the stage lit up the silent coldness in his eyes, and finally there was a violent fluctuation in those eyes.
The sea of ??clouds churned, all things revived, and what had been deliberately ignored began to grow crazily and savagely.
His Ayan is back.
Perhaps at that time, there was only this one thought in my mind.
But when the sentence came down, all expectations fell through, and so much of the past could only be guarded by himself.
He and Gu Wanyan's ups and downs in the past ten years can't be told. He has a lot of burdens, but he can only remain silent in front of her, get to know her and approach her with a brand new identity.
Fate is a bit too cruel.
"Huo Dong." Jiang Yi asked hesitantly, "Where are you going now? Back to Wanhuang Court?"
Huo Hanting seldom returned to Wanhuang Court in recent years. After there were fewer people, the oppressive atmosphere permeated into the pores, making it hard to breathe.
It can't irritate people now, and it shouldn't be possible to go back there.
Sure enough, the man said in a deep voice, "Go to famous products."
Jiang Yi agreed and drove the car in front of an apartment.
Huo Hanting picked up the person and got out of the car, but when he took a step, he suddenly asked, "Where does she live now?"
"Royal Garden."
After a long silence, he said, "Buy the floor above her."
Jiang Xiong nodded, showing that he knew.
The night breeze outside was cool, Huo Hanting took off his suit and wrapped it around her shoulders, and carried her into the apartment.
Jiang Yu watched the door close before driving away.
The apartment was very tidy, unlike the usual people who lived in it. Huo Hanting carried her upstairs, quieted in front of the master bedroom where he had slept, and then walked towards the guest bedroom.
He put the person on the bed, and the sedated woman was extremely obedient, her slightly curly long hair was scattered behind her head, she was lying on the bed, her facial features were quiet and soft, like a Sleeping Beauty.
Huo Hanting sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes were deep, his fingers slid across her browbones inch by inch, and stroked her nose, red lips, and neck along the lines.
Feeling the heat and reality of the fingertips, the heart slowly came alive.
"Ayan."
He yelled in a low voice.
She didn't answer.
But this can only be good, very good.
As long as she can return to him, it doesn't matter what she becomes.
The moonlight slipped in through the gaps in the curtains, broke through the dark night, and cast a shadow on the floor, looking at the woman sitting by the bed.??Shadow slowly bent down, and pressed a kiss on the forehead of the sleeping man.
The hoarse voice is mixed with lingering,
"Ayan, let's start from the beginning."
*
The morning sun was very good, and the room was illuminated through the gauze curtains. The eyelashes of the person on the bed fluttered a few times before they opened in a daze.
Doris felt a little weak all over her body. She pressed her forehead with one hand and groped with the other on the bedside table next to her, but she couldn't find her mobile phone after a few touches.
She had to open her eyes, tilted her body and looked to the side, frowning and straightened up after looking at the bare bedside table, rubbed her hair, and lifted the pillow to look for it.
But after searching, her body suddenly stopped gradually, then her neck stiffened, she turned her head from left to right, and scanned the interior of the room.
This doesn't seem to be her room?
Doris was so frightened that she jumped off the bed, didn't even bother to put on her slippers, and jumped on the ground barefoot, opened the curtains and looked outside.
Outside is a lush garden and lawn, and the spring light reflects the colorful world, but it is not a scene she is familiar with.
Isn't this the royal garden?
Doris's brain froze for a moment, trying desperately to recall yesterday's imprint.
But she has always been broken after drinking, and can only be vaguely remembered by the "little fans".
What happened next? why is she here
It can't be someone *, can it?
In a panic, Doris checked the clothes on her body, it was still the skirt from yesterday, but luckily it hadn't been touched.
After tidying up her clothes, Doris opened the door to meet the owner.
It was quiet outside. When she poked her head out, there was no one in the corridor, only a little movement from downstairs.
Doris held on to the banister of the stairs nervously and went downstairs, and looked at Huo Hanting who had come out of the kitchen. The foot that was about to step was frozen in mid-air, and she thought she was hallucinating in a trance.
"you¡¡"
She was a little confused for a moment, but it was more of a precaution. After all, she could remember that Dong Huo had "premeditated" against her when they met for the first time.
Now if she was not wearing full clothes and didn't feel any discomfort, she would call the police now.
Huo Hanting was wearing a white shirt without a tie on his upper body, with two buttons open at the neckline, which looked elegant and comfortable. The straight trousers on his lower body perfectly outlined his two well-grown legs. He was tall and straight, with a handsome face, facing the morning light Standing downstairs, the rose in the vase on the dining table seemed to be more beautiful.
When the always ruthless man suddenly no longer had that gloomy face that seemed like everyone owed him 800 million, he had to say that the lethality was really strong enough.
Doris felt his heart skip a beat, and finally understood where the attribute of eleanor's face control came from. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com