Amnesia Guide Of A Mermaid

Wu Lianshui said on the phone squadron Zhao Wei: "You will follow that interview first."

"This one……"

"One hundred thousand." Wu Lianshui said over the phone.

"Okay, Angkor, I promised immediately."

Wu Lianshui at the other end of the phone paused and said to Zhao Wei: "You should know what you said in the interview."

"Angkor, you can rest assured that it's money ..."

"After the interview came out, I put the money in your account." After that, Wu Lianshui hung up the phone.

Zhao Wei immediately called the person who had just invited him to do an interview magazine, hoping to arrange the interview as soon as possible.

After Zhuang Yan packed up the mess in his family, he went to the hospital to do a check for himself. His waist injury had all recovered, and he could not see any traces of his injuries.

Zhuang Yan knew that his recovery had a lot to do with the mermaid. He slept with others for more than half a month and never went back. It seemed a bit kind to think about this matter. He remembered that when he was under the sea, he once told Mermaid to send him a dummy doll.

But if this kind of thing can't be handed over to Mermaid's hands, most of them will be treated as marine debris. When the people of the Environmental Protection Agency check and monitor and find that he threw it, he really can't tell a few words.

Zhuang Yan looked down at the fish scale in his palm. Why did he leave this scale for himself as a memorial? He sighed softly.

Fortunately, the police station was only when he was missing, and all the documents had not been destroyed. Otherwise, it is indeed a little troublesome.

However, the few gangsters and the Qiu family of the Wen family who entered the prison were all in jail under the activities of the Wen family. Zhao Wei was still unaffected. He recorded a confession, and the police said that he would continue to investigate this matter. Go on.

When Zhuang Yan withdrew from the boxing world, everyone thought he thought the counterfeit boxing could not stand the abuse of fans, but he was seriously injured in the waist and could no longer support him to stand on boxing.

He later found a job as a fitness instructor, and he couldn't do many fitness movements, but his face could help the gym attract many customers, so the gym owner liked him.

Now that his waist is well, he can go back to the boxing ring again. As for those who laugh and swear at Zhuang Yan, they do n’t really care. The boxers rely on their real strength on the stage, not those of the audience. favorite.

He contacted his former coach Zhou Fei some time ago and asked him to help him pay attention to the recent boxing match. Zhou Fei also used to fight boxing. Later, when he was older, he became a coach. Later, when he suffered a leg injury, he ran to a small shop near the university town and started selling hot and spicy.

On the phone, I heard that Zhuang Yan wanted to return to the boxing world. Zhou Fei scolded him: "Don't kill yourself, what kind of punch do you hurt when you hurt your waist? I think you are so tired of playing mahjong, you go early Rest that thought. "

"Already."

"Okay? You're a fart! I don't know what your back injury is like? If you can, Hawking can walk down! Helen Kate can see the light again!"

Zhuang Yan: "..."

"It's great, would you like me to send you X-rays?"

Zhou Fei was silent on the phone for a while, and said to Zhuang Yan: "Then you can send it."

Zhuang Yan took the photo and sent it to Zhou Fei from WeChat. Zhou Fei narrowed his eyes and stared at the photo on the phone for a while, and asked Zhuang Yan: "Aren't you stealing someone else's film for me?"

"My name is printed below."

Zhou Fei is still suspicious of this. He can remember what the doctor said when Zhuang Yan just went to the hospital. He tweeted and asked Zhuang Yan: "Isn't the hospital machine wrong?"

Zhuang Yan did not speak, Zhou Fei sighed: "This is a medical miracle!"

It is indeed a miracle. If there is no miracle, he is now buried in the fish belly.

"Is there a boxing match recently?"

"Yes, there are, but even if your waist is well, you can't go on stage without training for a while."

Zhuang Yan leaned on the chair behind him and agreed with Zhou Fei's words. He didn't slack off when his waist was not good before, but he played with the mermaid for a period of time when he was on the bottom of the sea. Not sure about his current skill.

"I'll look for you to see if there is any suitable one," Zhou Fei heard the sound of typing on the keyboard. After a while, he said, "There will be one next month. You think you can train for more than 20 days. ?"

"it should be no problem."

"That line, I signed up for you," Zhou Fei just repented after saying, "No, I still don't worry, I have to find someone to practice with you to see how you are at the first level. Do you have time tomorrow?"

Zhuang Yan planned to go to Wenjia tomorrow, he said to Zhou Fei: "The day after tomorrow, I have something else tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go to the Hengdao Boxing Gym, the one opened by Baozi."

"understood."

When Zhuang Yangang was about to hang up the phone, he heard Zhou Fei asked: "Oh, do you know you are dead now?"

"what?"

"There are several media outlets who don't know where to get the news. I have been reporting on your death these days, even with photos, I almost took it seriously," Zhou Fei snorted, "You can go to the forum to see . "

Zhuang Yan knew that Zhao Wei was holding a funeral for himself, but did not listen to Wang Chengzong saying that they had also called the media. After hanging up the phone with Zhou Fei, he opened the forum and he saw that the home page was full of posts about himself.

This is the second time he has had such high heat since he withdrew from the boxing world. The first time was that he had just withdrew from the field. The boxing fans frantically scolded him for playing fake punches, as well as his 18th generation ancestors.

It's really crazy.

Zhuang Yan accompanied Mr. Zhuang in the hospital for one night, and took a taxi to Wenjia the next day. The servants at Wenjia knew him, but not everyone knew that he was actually a dead ghost. Zhuang The disappearance of Yan from the Wen family made them strange for a long time, and today he saw him coming back without stopping him.

He pushed open the door in front of him. In the living room, Mrs. Wen was holding a tea cup and joking with Wen's eldest son. When they heard the door opening, they all turned around to see the door.

Mrs. Wen instantly showed a ghosted expression and stood up from the sofa, her fingers trembling and pointed to Zhuang Yan, as if she would faint in the next moment, and after a while she made a sound from her throat: "You you--"

"I am Zhuang Yan, don't you know me?"

"Zhuang Yan?" Mrs. Wen's pupils contracted. Although it was still daylight, but a person who should have died now appeared in front of him alive, still a bit scary. Fortunately, at this time, Wen Yuyao stood up and took Mrs. Wen's hand, holding her shoulders, and the cold sweat on Mrs. Wen's body subsided.

Early spring sunlight spilled in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the willow trees in the garden pulled out the green branches and swayed in the wind. The sky was blue and there was no edge.

Zhuang Yan slowly approached Mrs. Wen and asked her with a smile: "I'm not dead. Mom should be disappointed."

"Of course not," Mrs. Wen sat back on the sofa. She always experienced some strong winds and waves. At this point, reason finally returned to her mind. She squeezed a smile and said to Zhuang Yan, "I am very happy. "

"It's hard to tell, mom."

Mrs. Wen pursed her lips and said to Zhuang Yan: "Don't call my mother again."

The corner of Zhuang Yan's mouth played a little more, he stopped and looked at Mrs. Wen, and said: "Okay, Mrs. Wen."

Mrs. Wen did not feel happy because Zhuang Yan changed her name. She still seemed to be pulled by something in her heart, which was very uncomfortable.

I don't know why, she doesn't seem to be particularly happy every time she sees Zhuang Yan.

Mrs. Wen recovered her former calmness and asked Zhuang Yan: "What are you doing at Wenjia?"

Zhuang Yan spoke and only said two words: "What about medicine?"

"The medicine is what I want to leave. Yu Shun's kidney is also faulty. He needs this medicine before the operation."

Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly, embraced his chest with both hands, stared at Mrs. Wen for a while, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Is he going to die now?"

"Why are you talking like this?" Mrs. Wen frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

"If you are not going to die, would you leave him this medicine so early?"

Mrs. Wen pursed her lips, "When his illness may occur, I will prepare for him in advance."

Zhuang Yan was about to sneer. Wen Yuyao from the side interjected: "Mr. Zhuang, you can rest assured that we will find you another medicine as soon as possible."

Zhuang Yan nodded: "You mean, you won't let go of the medicine you have found now."

"Mr. Zhuang is sorry, we have no way."

"I understand."

This deal between him and Wenjia relied only on each other's consciousness. He used this life to change the life chance of Mr. Zhuang, but who could have thought that Wenjia would be so shameless.

Fortunately, it is also the people with heads and faces in Pinghai City, which can be so shameless.

"Mrs. Wen should actually accumulate Yinde for your son." Zhuang Yan has never been as vicious as he is now.

"You—" Mrs. Wen pointed to Zhuang Yan and was speechless.

He knew Wenjia's attitude, and it would be useless to say anything else.

He bowed to Mrs. Wen, straightened his waist, smiled slightly, turned around and walked to the door, stopped again at the door, turned his head, and smiled to Mrs. Wen, who was angry, "I wish you Son will always be healthy. "

This was a threat in Mrs. Wen's ears. She stared at her eyes and immediately asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Zhuang Yan gave her a cold look and lowered her eyes, "Farewell."

He turned and left.

Mrs. Wen was so angry that her chest kept rising and falling, and she asked the eldest son beside her, "What did he just mean? What did he say?"

Wen Yuyao sighed. It was said that the Wen family did something wrong, but Mrs. Wen insisted that the medicine should be left to Wen Yushun, and they had no choice.

Wen Yuyao An Fussed Mrs. Wen said: "Brother will come back later, please be happy."

Mrs. Wen only smiled a little.

When Zhuang Yan walked to the door of Wen's family, he happened to meet Mr. Wen who had just taken his own son back from the field. He saw Zhuang Yan was also taken aback, but he was not as obvious as Mrs. Wen.

"Zhuang Yan?"

Zhuang Yan nodded, glanced at the young man who followed behind Mr. Wen, and immediately understood that this should be the biological son of Wen's family who was left outside to protect.

They were reluctant to put their biological son in danger, nor did they want to hurt Wen Yushun's fake son, and found themselves as a dead ghost, but even stingy to pay for the good medicine they had promised.

Zhuang Yan tilted his head and smiled at Mr. Wen: "Mr. Wen, you really can do business at Wenjia."

This sounded a bit harsh, and Mr. Wen still maintained a smile on his face. They were really sorry for Zhuang Yan, and did not expect that this person was not dead. He assured Zhuang Yan, "I will find another box of new medicine for you immediately . "

Where is the new medicine so easy to find? At first, Wenjia had the right place to get a box, but now he wanted to find a second box, and now he wanted to find a second box. According to the speed of extraction there, he had to wait at least three to five years.

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