Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 571 I'm Helping You (1)

Without piercing Duan Fan's small thoughts, he carefully observed Lan Xi's expression.

"You gave it?" Lan Xi looked at Duan Fan suspiciously, and tightened his grip on the Buddhist beads.

"What evidence do you have?"

"He can testify."

After receiving Duan Fan's staring glance, Feng Wuze reacted and said cooperatively, "He's right, he gave you this prayer bead."

He said nonsense, "You are not in good health, he sent you to keep you safe."

Lan Xi glanced at him, and said that he was not deceived, "I don't know you, maybe you are accomplices, I don't believe it."

mate?

These two words sound so awkward.

Feng Wuze didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked, "This is his house, this is his room, he healed your injuries, can we still harm you?"

"That might be." After speaking, Lan Xi looked sideways at Duan Fan, "Let go."

Duan Fan stared at him, his clear eyes did not have any waves, and his strange eyes were full of alienation and indifference.

Is it the sequelae left by repeated fever?
Thinking of this, his thoughts were in a mess, unable to accept the result.

"let go."

There was a trace of dissatisfaction hidden in the urging words, Duan Fan took a deep look at him, and let go of the fingers that hooked the prayer beads.

The atmosphere turned cold, revealing a subtle embarrassment.

Feng Wuze coughed lightly, trying to cheer up the atmosphere, "Lan Xi, what do you remember?"

Lan Xi shook his head.

Forgot so completely?Feng Wuze was stunned.

He didn't believe in this evil anymore, and asked, "Then do you remember who hurt you like this?"

"..."

"Then what do you remember?"

"..."

Not getting a reply for a long time, Feng Wuze lowered his head discouraged.

It's over, it seems that it is really amnesia.

He said helplessly, "Duan Fan, hurry up and help him take a look."

Duan Fan looked up at Lan Xi, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Let me help you get the pulse, okay?"

Lan Xi remained silent, habitually stroking the Buddhist beads on her wrist with her fingertips.

The two hesitated, Feng Wuze couldn't stand it anymore.

He said, "Lan Xi, don't worry, he's not a bad guy, his name is Duan Fan, he's your second senior brother, you two grew up together."

"Besides, if he really wanted to harm you, he wouldn't try his best to heal you."

After speaking, he made a gesture to grab Lan Xi's hand.

The unexpected action made Duan Fan look sideways.

He grabbed Feng Wuze's arm reflexively, and frowned at him, "What are you doing?"

Seeing the same defense in their eyes, Feng Wuze's lips trembled.

"..."

He is helping him, and he doesn't appreciate it at all.

He ground his back molars, "I'm helping you, can't you see that?"

Duan Fan glanced at Lan Xi and let go of his hand.

Feng Wuze let out a snort, even if he touched it, he was not as exaggerated as a calf protector.

"I'm tired and want to sleep."

A weak voice suddenly sounded, attracting the attention of the two.

Duan Fan stared at him for a while, then stood up, "Then you have a good rest, and call me if you need anything."

People with amnesia are inevitably more sensitive, and they are on guard against everyone. If he forces him to feel his pulse, it may arouse his disgust.

Instead of being stalemate like this, it's better to wait for him to fall asleep before coming in to help him diagnose his pulse.

"Leaving so fast, why don't you feel his pulse?" Feng Wuze blinked and asked dully.

Duan Fan remained silent, and reached out to grab his collar.

"Hey, hey, don't drag me, I will walk by myself..."

"boom--"

The door was closed, blocking Feng Wuze's yelling.

Left alone, Lan Xi couldn't help but groan in pain.

"hiss……"

The welts all over his body were tingling, one after another.

His breath became thicker, he panted lightly, and more and more cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Damn Mingyuan, you really hit hard.

After a while, as if adapting to the pain in his body, he leaned back.

His gaze inadvertently glanced at the furnishings in the room, still as he remembered them.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he turned to think of something, a trace of loneliness slipped through his eyes.

……

In the corridor, Feng Wuze straightened his collar, and gave the man opposite him a fierce look.

"This is a custom-made coat. If you break it, you have to pay me for it."

Pulling him is like carrying a chicken, he doesn't want to lose face.

Duan Fan ignored his words, and asked in a deep voice, "Lan Xi has amnesia, do you think it's true or not?"

Feng Wuze sneered, "I don't understand medicine, and besides, you said you know him better than I do, so why are you asking me?"

He casually said, "Maybe it was a fever that burned my head."

Before he finished speaking, a death stare shot at him.

Realizing that he had misused his words, Feng Wuze laughed dryly, "Ahem, slip of the tongue."

"Lanxi's amnesia seems to me to be real, after all, he has no reason to pretend to be amnesia."

Duan Fan looked away, his expression complicated and unspeakable.

It was rare for Feng Wuze to comfort others, and said, "Don't put on a bitter face, after all, you are already awake, and this is more important than anything else."

"Your Duan family's medical skills are so good, the amnesia can be cured sooner or later."

Duan Fan bowed his head in thought, his mood sank to the bottom.

……

At night, the lights in the study are still on.

With Long Beijue absent, the burden of the alliance fell on Qiao Luo.

Just rectifying the forces under Ren Nan's name, she already has a lot of things at hand, and now adding the alliance's affairs, she is even more busy.

Even for dinner, she sent someone to the study to eat.

The old lady's eyes are too sharp, if she stays with her, she will inevitably see the clues.

After closing the document, Qiao Luo crossed his hands against his forehead, a tired look appeared between his brows and eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the photo frame on the table. The photo inside was a photo of him and her fighting in the garden.

Focusing on the man's delicate face, her heart was twisted into a ball and hurt.

She reached out to take the photo frame, her fingertips lingered on the man's face, and there was steam in her eyes.

"Boom boom boom——"

Someone knocked on the door.

Qiao Luo put down the photo frame, took two tissues and wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, she threw the tissue into the trash can before getting up to open the door.

"Xiao Luo."

Facing the kind smile on the face of Mrs. Shanglong, Qiao Luo twitched the corners of her lips.

"Grandma."

"Xiao Luo, you've been in the study all afternoon, are you still busy?" Mrs. Long asked concerned.

Taking Rong Gu's place, Qiao Luo reached out to support her, "We're almost done, come in and sit down."

Mrs. Long walked into the study, glanced at the two piles of documents on the desk, and frowned slightly.

As soon as she touched the sofa, she took Qiao Luo's hand and asked her to sit down together.

"Xiao Luo, you must take a good rest when you move your tires, and you can't be overworked."

"There are so many documents that I can't finish processing, so I will deal with them tomorrow. Don't tire yourself out."

Qiao Luo nodded, "Yeah."

After pondering for a moment, Mrs. Long couldn't help asking her guess from the bottom of her heart, "Xiao Luo, tell Grandma the truth, has something happened to Bei Jue?"

(End of this chapter)