President, don't tease me

Hearing he Zhizhang ask himself, beiminghan thought for a moment, but he thought it was impossible. He exposed these. Although it hurt Lin Anxin, it didn't do him any good. So who is it?

"I don't know who did it, so I'm cold. Please check the source of those photos."

"What polite words do you say between brothers? Take good care of Anxin. I'll take Tang Guo first."

Beiming Han pulled Tang Guo out of the ward: "let's go back. Lin Anxin is out of danger. We have to prepare for the design competition this afternoon."

"Anxin is like this. What makes me want to participate in the design competition? I want to stay with her."

"Don't fool around. He Zhizhang is enough here."

"Do you want me to give Lin Anxin to that scum? Don't even think about it! He wants to kill Anxin!"

"Tang Guo, believe me, he Zhizhang definitely loves Lin Anxin more than you. This is a rare opportunity to show his design works in front of everyone. If you miss it, I don't know when to wait! If Lin Anxin wakes up and knows that you will feel guilty because she missed this opportunity, won't you?"

After listening to Beiming Han's earnest persuasion, Tang Guo calmed down and thought about it. He walked not far away and stood in front of the man in place. He said coldly, "he Zhizhang, I warn you! If you do anything bad to Anxin again, I will not let you go. Even if you lose your reputation, I will let you bury Anxin!"

"Needless to say, I am already a sinner."

Lin Anxin only felt that she had slept for a long time. The whole person seemed to have entered the fairy tale world. It was so beautiful and quiet. There was no complex intrigue and oppression of life. There was the fragrance of flowers between her nose and the singing of birds in her ears.

I really want to sleep like this, but I don't know who disturbed the silence: "Lin Anxin... Anxin... Wake up..."

"Hmm..." the little man lying on the hospital bed gave a faint hum. He Zhizhang's expression suddenly became surprised. He thought his call had an effect, so he increased the decibel: "Lin Anxin, little lazy pig... Don't sleep..."

Slowly open your eyes, the pupil is a handsome man's face, which is very strange. When you want to talk, you find that your throat is hoarse and very painful. You resist and ask, "yo... Who are you?"

In a word, he Zhizhang petrified in place. He pulled out a bitter smile: "Anxin, don't scare me. This joke is not funny at all."

"Hmm? How do you know my name, but who are you? You look handsome." Lin Anxin smiled. Although her face was pale, she was still very beautiful.

He Zhizhang is sure she didn't pretend. After all, her eyes won't lie.

She turned her head and observed the surrounding environment: "how am I in the hospital? My wrist hurts!"

"If you have a good rest, it won't hurt. Lie down."

"But I'm hungry..."

"I'm going to get you something to eat." he Zhizhang almost ran out of the ward and staggered against the wall to support his weight. What's the matter!

"Doctor, how is she?" he Zhizhang asked nervously after the doctor examined Tang Guo.

"Selective amnesia..."

He Zhizhang couldn't believe that the plot in the TV play actually appeared in Lin Anxin alive.

"The patient must have been greatly stimulated before choosing to cut her wrist. At that time, her mental ability began to weaken, and her subconscious automatically blocked the things that brought her painful memories," the doctor explained.

"When will it recover?"

"I don't know. Maybe tomorrow, maybe a lifetime..."

The doctor's words are constantly replayed in his mind. He doesn't know whether Lin Anxin's loss of memory is good or bad. The good thing is that she doesn't have to suffer anymore. The bad thing is that she doesn't remember herself anymore.

"Why did you come back? I'm starving to death." Lin Anxin looked at the steamed stuffed bun in his hand and drooled 3000 feet.

"OK, here you are." he Zhizhang took out the steamed stuffed bun in the bag and handed it to her.

She bit like a hamster: "how do you know I like green pepper?" her eyes are very bright. She can see that she is in a good mood now.

"Without memory, the taste should not change."

"What are you talking about?" Lin Anxin asked with her head tilted.

He Zhizhang paused, shook his head and said, "didn't say anything."

"Oh!" Lin Anxin looked up at him. "I don't know your name yet. Why do I live in the hospital?"

"My name is he Zhizhang. It's your... Husband. You're hurt and accidentally forget me!"

"Ah!" the steamed stuffed bun in Lin Anxin's mouth fell out: "I... I... Have a husband? Am I married? You... Such a handsome man, is it my husband?"

He Zhizhang smiled and replied, "well, I'm your husband. We haven't got married yet, but we're about to pull the marriage certificate."

"Before i... did I like you very much?" Lin Anxin couldn't accept it for a time. Why did she wake up and sleep out a husband?

"Of course I like it very much. We love each other very much. It doesn't matter if you forget me. I'll slowly help you remember everything."

"OK." Lin Anxin didn't refute, but her mind was very smart. Although she lost her memory, she would never marry a "stranger"!

"He Zhizhang! Come back soon, the entertainment industry is about to turn over!" the manager called anxiously.

"Oh, OK, we can hold a press conference in a minute."

The manager thought he Zhizhang had figured it out and happily invited the major well-known media. At this time, as long as they get rid of their relationship with Lin Anxin and rely on the die hard fans of he Zhizhang, they can be alone, otherwise if they fall into it, they will have no place to turn over again

"Hello, everyone." he Zhizhang still wore the suit in the hospital. Although it was wrinkled, his appearance still made everyone crazy.

"Thank you for your company for so many years. I believe you have also seen the news about Lin Anxin in the morning. I don't deny the authenticity of those photos, but it wasn't her willingness. I don't know who turned out those things to kill her, but since I chose to be with her, I'm willing to bear the wind and rain for her..."

When the manager heard this, he grew up and stamped his feet anxiously under the stage: he Zhizhang, don't you have water in your head? What are you talking about