Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye

Rolling out her hand, "I'm sorry, my brother scared you!"

"Brother!" Mikaner darted into his arms and cried with twitching.

An An also stood beside him with a look of concern, and reached out and touched his head, "I'm fine."

"Brother, don't you really remember us?" Mikan asked, holding her rolling neck.

He smiled, "I just forgot something. Then, will Mandarin not recognize my brother because of this?"

"No, it won't!" Mikaner hugged him, "I've thought about it, and I will tell you what happened in the future every day. It doesn't matter if you don't know, I will tell you."

"Then I would like to thank honey oranges." With a rolling look, he felt that his sister was really a cotton jacket, but he regretted it within two days.

Because Mikaner and him stabbed every day about how those two cats were, and then asked each time after talking.

"Brother, you also think Xiaobai and Huahua are very cute!" Then you must say that you are cute, or you will say it again.

He suddenly felt that his brother was fine, at least quietly. But when I accidentally saw the book that An An was reading, she was full of depression.

"You understand?"

So what kind of lens aesthetics is thick and what is it about? Photography?

"Brother, I don't want to tell you." An An glanced at him. "Anyway, you don't understand, and will laugh at me."

Billowing: "... Have I laughed at you before?"

No, the point is why do you think I do n’t understand?

"Because you don't understand and you fear that I despise you, you laugh at me first to maintain your poor self-esteem."

Billowing: ...

He began to wonder if he was a biological brother.

"Okay! Then you talk, I promise not to laugh at you."

An An glanced at him a little by surprise, and then said, "You have become a lot humble after your memory loss."

"..."

Then his biological brother told him that this is a book for directors. Although the director does not need to shoot, he also needs to understand what is the most beautiful and most suitable for storytelling.

"So ... you think of the director in the future? Are you going to enter the entertainment industry?" Billowing was even more surprised. Is this the rich second generation who did not work hard to return home to inherit the legacy?

An An's face was serious: "This is the case now, and it doesn't rule out that it will change in the future."

Then I added the sentence: "Anyway, I won't go to work in the company, it's impossible in this life."

"I didn't ask you to go to work in the company ..." He wondered, he would say so.

An An sighed: "Brother, you have amnesia now, instead of staring at the worry-free sister every day as before, in case she ran away at that time, only we will inherit the company by ourselves."

"..."

Although it's ridiculous, but somehow it makes sense ...

"So you hurry up and coax your worry-free sister so that she doesn't abandon you, or you will manage the company in the future. Every day you will be a cow and a horse, and your father won't help you, he didn't want to do it."

It seemed to him that he didn't want to talk to his unlucky brother in the future. Of course, he also tried to correct An An's thought of letting the worry-free succession of the company be a cow, but An An said sympathetically.

"Well, then you should study hard and go to the company to make money for us!"

I do n’t know if it ’s because An An talked about some of these. He probably knew he was dreaming, so he looked at the scene calmly.

"No worries, no worries, don't die ..." The little teenager weeped and wailed beside the bed.

There was a little girl about the size of the bed with a thick gauze around her arm. She had fallen asleep and was awakened by the little boy.

"I won't die," the girl said, "don't cry."

The boy tried not to cry, and choked with a choked voice, "Do you hurt? I'll blow it to you."

After speaking, blow **** the arm.

"No pain." The girl raised her other arm and touched the boy's head.

It was selfless and worry-free when I was young, and I couldn't believe it. Is he really so stupid, even crying when he was a kid? He remembered this. Tang Duo told him that when he was young, someone wanted to kidnap them, and he was wounded to save himself.

"I will train with you in the future. I don't want you to be hurt again to protect me." The little boy said firmly.

The girl touched his head again: "Don't go, it's hard."

"Worry you didn't go too," said the boy with a sad face, "you are not afraid of hard work, nor am I!"

"Okay, I will protect you." The girl immediately compromised, and the boy happily shook her hand. "Then you have to get better quickly, let's train together in the summer!

Like the sudden rising tide of sea water, the dream was submerged, and he opened his eyes panting.

"Huh ..." He touched his head. "Did she love to touch her head so much since she was a child ..."

Rolling a little irritable, he lay down again, but couldn't sleep anymore. Open the phone and watch the time, at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night. He suddenly thought that there would be just over eight o'clock over there, and an impulse drove him to say a voice.

"No worries what you are doing."

It took almost three seconds, and there was a reply.

"Just finished eating and reading."

Then he didn't wait for him to think what to say, and sent another one.

"It's midnight in China, why don't you sleep?"

I don't know why I feel a little guilty, I dare not speak, and I type a few words in the past.

"Sleeping ... I woke up in a dream and can't sleep now."

As soon as I sent it, I received a request from the other party to invite you to a video call.

The video turns on, and the girl across is wearing a light blue sweater, sitting on a furry rug next to a fireplace. There is also a small table by the girl's feet with a cup of coffee and an open book.

"Having a nightmare?" The girl looked at him with a slight smile. Under the orange light, there was a kind of quiet beauty.

The rolling heart that had just been restless suddenly calmed down and smiled.

"No, dream about our childhood."

A worry-free brow moved: "Did you bother you when you were a kid?"

"Of course not." Hurriedly said, "That's ... you know, because I don't remember, it seems like I'm watching someone else's movie. It doesn't feel good."

Worry-free thoughts: "This may be good for your memory recovery."

"I don't know when I'm going to recover." He laughed at himself, "I heard that Mom hit her head with amnesia before, or I'll hit it!"

Wuyou immediately shook his head seriously: "Don't, it's just a probability. And your head is not hurt, what if you hit it more seriously?"

"There is no rush to restore memory, it has no effect on your life."

I thought about it, let alone ...

"But ..." He hesitated, but still said nothing.

"What's wrong?" Wuyou crooked his head.

He smiled, "It's okay, I'm much better. You go on reading and I continue to sleep!"

"Well, hurry up." Wuyou suddenly raised his hand and touched the screen. "Find me if you have any questions."

The screen dimmed, and then it came to reflect that the action was just touching the head.

"Oh!" He closed his eyes on the bedside table.

Really treat me like a child ...

After another half a month, Lang Ruoxian and Tang Duo took him to the hospital for examination, mainly to see if the blood clots in his brain had become smaller. The result was good. The blood clots really got smaller. Although the changes were small, they couldn't see them at all.

But the doctor definitely said that it was a bit smaller compared to the previous film. And if you follow this rate, at the latest three years, the blood clot will disappear in one year.

"Son, you have to work hard!" Tang Duo patted his shoulders on the way back, "try to recover within a year."

Otherwise, for three years ... maybe he wouldn't worry about him.

"I've been dreaming a lot lately." I thought for a while, but didn't hide her. "But I only dreamed of worry-free."

Tang Duo immediately said happily: "That's right! It's normal to dream about worry-free. If you like her so much, of course you will dream of her!"

"Okay ..." I shrugged, "But the question now is, should I go back to school?"

"It's rare to see you take the initiative to learn." Tang Duo shouted, "In fact, you don't have to go, or else you go to the worry-free side of the rice country? Let's talk for a year and a half.

Rejected, "No, I want to go to school."

He had read books at home before, and he was sure that everything in the textbooks would be his own. Every time he passed the exam, he passed 60 points, but he was sure that Zhuang Qin said that he only took the 60 points to worry-free.

What other reasons should there be, such as ...

Afraid of trouble, or ...

Don't want to look so good?

Although he didn't understand why he had this kind of thought, it didn't prevent him from studying well now, at least if he has a person he likes in the future, he can take over the company and give her freedom.

Every time he thought of it that way, he felt a pain in his heart. Billowing occasionally wanted to explore this feeling, but was soon overshadowed by another emotion, as if instinctual exclusion.

"Then don't think about it!" He told himself in a natural tone.

So in the new week, go to school happily. The teacher also told his classmates in particular that Lang Xuanyuan was just ill and everyone should take care of him. The trio was thrilled, called Shallah, and went to the cafeteria to celebrate at noon.

"Senior!" Zhuang Qin appeared as soon as he sat down.

The girl ran over from afar, her eyes shining brightly: "Senior, are you okay!"

"It's okay, sit."

Charlay glanced viciously.

Somehow, she didn't know what she was angry at. After Zhuang Qin sat down, he waved.

"I haven't thanked you for saving me. I'll invite you to eat out someday. I'll do it today!"

After he finished speaking, Zhang Huan's face became very cruel.