In the bedroom on the second floor, Duanmumu fell asleep quietly, her slightly curly hair was scattered on the pillow, and the black and white colors made her more and more haggard.

Leng Anchen sat gently on the edge of the bed and looked at the woman carefully. Although he had woken up for more than a month, he had not really looked at her well.

Her face was not big, just like his palms, it was a standard melon seed type, with white and clean skin, like cream, and her eyelashes were very long. When she fell asleep like two palm-leaf fans, she was still wet at the moment.

Thinking of her crying before, Leng Anchen's heart tightened, and his fingers instinctively stroked her eyelids, as if he wanted to wipe something away. His fingers touched her skin, and she slid down as if it was stuck. Finally, she stopped on her bright red lips and stopped moving.

At this moment, something flashed through Leng Anchen's heart and mind at the same time, but it was too fast and he couldn't catch it at all, but his heart vibrated quickly in such a touch, as if it was hit by something, and then his breathing tightened and he immediately started to cough.

His cough alarmed the sleeping man, and he saw that his eyebrows, which were not very stretched, were frowning quickly at this moment. Then her lips were moving, as if she wanted to say something, but she could not hear any sound.

Leng Anchen held his breath nervously, preventing himself from coughing, his eyes fixed on her lips, as if he wanted to see something clearly. Sure enough, he saw that her lips, which were closing and closing, were clearly calling his name - An Chen!

Immediately, Leng Anchen could no longer suppress his cough, and the people on the bed were also awakened by his voice. She opened her eyes and saw Leng Anchen sitting beside the bed. Surprise flashed in her black eyes, then hurriedly sat up, stroked his back and chest with both hands, and said anxiously, "Any Anchen, are you okay? Why are you coughing?"

Leng Anchen said nothing, and finally coughed the breath he was holding, and then stopped. However, when he looked at the hand that was parked in front of him and the little face half tilted in front of him, he suddenly felt that his whole body was unnatural as if it was hit by an electric current.

Such intimacy really made him uncomfortable.

He quickly got up, and he didn't even dare to look at her, "I'm fine, you go to bed!" After that, he hurried out of the bedroom without waiting for her to reply.

Duanmumu looked at his back, then looked at his hand that was still in the air, and his heart twitched and hurt.

The moment she opened her eyes and saw him, she thought he remembered herself, and it turned out that she was wrong!

Her face was buried in her palm, and it seemed that her temperature and breath were still stained with it. Everything that was once extremely familiar would only increase her sadness at this moment.

Leng Anchen went downstairs and collided with Du Wen who was upstairs. The two of them beat up, and finally Du Wen spoke, "President, Miss Qin Qiong is here..."

she?

When he heard this name again, he no longer had the joy he had before, but instead made him feel trembling. This was related to the message he had heard before.

Du Wen probably saw his thoughts and said softly, "President, you don't have to worry. You can get along with her like before!"

"What does it mean?" Leng Anchen frowned.

"Some things are still the same as in your heart. As long as you distinguish them carefully, you can know," Du Wen reminded him that by looking at this woman with your current eyes, you can know whether everyone's words are true or false.

"It doesn't seem you need to teach me this," Leng Anchen has his own pride after all. Even if he is the person closest to him, he doesn't need others to teach him how to recognize others and do things.

Looking at his proud eyes, Du Wen smiled faintly, "Of course!"

Leng Anchen glanced at Du Wen with a serious expression, then walked downstairs-

Qin Qiong was wearing a fiery red robe and white trousers on the lower body. She was sitting on the sofa with eye-catching eyes. Looking at her like this, Leng Anchen suddenly remembered what Du Wen said, "Don't she have leukemia? Why do she look so energetic?"

"An Chen..." Hearing the footsteps, Qin Qiong stood up quickly, with unconcealed joy on his face.

He walked towards her, and before he could get close, her pretty figure rushed over, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, "An Chen..."

Feeling his softness in his arms and looking at her smiling face, for some reason, Leng Anchen felt mixed feelings in his heart. To be honest, all his emotions are telling him that he likes this woman very much, and even raised his arms almost to hug her tightly, but the words of Leng Yushu and Kang Yutao reminded him that five years have already changed them.

"I'm fine, sit down!" Leng Anchen pulled her away rationally, and at this moment, he obviously felt that Qin Qiong's flower appearance was instantly stiff.

Leng Anchen pretended to turn a blind eye and turned around and ordered at the maid, "A cup of black coffee and milk each."

Hearing this, Qin Qiong immediately said, "An Chen, I don't drink milk, why have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten, but your body seems not suitable to drink coffee now, right?" Leng Anchen's words suddenly changed Qin Qiong's expression.

"An Chen, you, you..."

How could he know that she was sick? Didn’t he lose his memory?

Looking at her panic, a hint of sneer flashed across the corner of Leng Anchen's lips, "You think I forgot, right?" But there are still people who remember... As long as it has been done, it is not difficult to know."

These words of inference made Qin Qiong feel confused. She was able to be by his side like this these days, so she could only be able to feel his feelings for him, but now it seems that he has already become suspicious, which she never expected.

"An Chen, you, don't listen to their nonsense. Actually, we go over..." Qin Qiong grabbed him and wanted to explain something.

"Qin Qiong, what's wrong with you? Why are your hands so cold?" Leng Anchen held her hand instead and looked like he was pretending to be puzzled.

At this moment, she was completely confused by him. She said that just now, and now she is so considerate? What kind of thought does he have?

For a moment, Qin Qiong could no longer grasp it, and she would never dare to sit down again, for fear that something new would happen next. Now she needed to calm down and think about the countermeasures alone.

"That, I'm leaving..." Qin Qiong pulled out his hand and stood up.

"So fast?" Leng Anchen looked at her, but today she no longer had the courage to look at him.

"I just didn't feel at ease to come and see you, and I, I sneaked out of the hospital..." She stumbled and found a reason to explain to herself.

Seeing this, Leng Anchen nodded, not even saying anything. Such a cold attitude was completely different from being in the hospital. Qin Qiong's heart was cold and scared, and his eyes turned red, "An Chen, have you heard of something? Those were made up by people who were jealous of us, you don't believe it! You should be able to see that I love you, and you pat your chest and ask yourself, who do you love?"

Although she reminded herself to be calm, she still lost control when she saw Leng Anchen becoming indifferent to her.

The man sitting on the sofa, facing Qin Qiong's clamor, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is it because others are talking nonsense, I will verify it, but why are you panic now?"

A slander suppressed Qin Qiong's heart to the bottom. Even if this man lost his memory, his inherent wisdom was still there.

Qin Qiong bit her lip and could no longer speak. Her long nails were pinching into her palms, but she could not feel any pain.

"I have lost my memory, not my brain is broken," Leng Anchen said again as he looked at Qin Qiong's increasingly ugly face.

This time, Qin Qiong could no longer calm down, "An Chen, I'm not panic, I'm afraid, I'm afraid you will never want me again, I can't live without you, I love you..."

Seeing her like this, Leng Anchen sighed, "If we love each other, why would I marry another woman?"

His low voice pushed Qin Qiong to the brink of despair. Her inch was in chaos. She began to retreat step by step, finally retreated to the door, and then roared hysterically, "Then ask yourself!"

After saying that, she covered her face and turned around and ran out. Leng Anchen looked at her trembling figure and tightly pinched the edge of the sofa before she could restrain the urge to chase her out.

Although he was testing her, his heart still hurt when he looked sad, as if he was being pulled.

Bang--

Suddenly, a loud noise came from outside the door, which made Leng Anchen, who was already struggling, no longer calm down. He stood up, ran out and ran out.

At the door, Qin Qiong fell to the ground, covering her head with her hands, looking in pain.

"Qin Qiong," Leng Anchen stepped forward and hugged her into his arms, "What's wrong with you?"

Although An's head was quiet, Qin Qiong raised his tears and looked at him, "An Chen, I suddenly felt dizzy..."

Thinking of her illness, Leng Anchen became extremely nervous, "Call an ambulance, hurry up!"

"Don't!" Qin Qiong raised his hand to cover his mouth, and then said, "An Chen, I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while..."

"But..." Leng Anchen wanted to say something else, but she interrupted before she finished speaking.

"An Chen, I thought you would never care about me again!"

Leng Anchen's nervous feelings slowly settled down, "How could it be? After all, everyone is friends!"

The word "friend" was like a steel cone piercing into Qin Qiong's chest. Her face suddenly turned pale, "An Chen, what did you say? Friend... Do you treat me as a friend? We clearly love each other..."

"Qin Qiong!" Leng Anchen spoke, "No matter what I forgot, there is one fact that cannot be changed, that is, I have a wife, so we can only be friends!"

Yes, he was right. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Duanmumu is now his legitimate woman. As for Qin Qiong, no matter how much they love, they may only be friends.

"An Chen, don't be so cruel," Qin Qiong held his clothes unwillingly, "I know you have a wife, I don't ask for any title, but please let me stay by your side and let me love you... You know I'm a dying person..."

Leng Anchen's eyes darkened. Looking at the woman in her arms, his heart felt like she was stabbed by a needle, especially the saying "I'm all a dying person." It was so much that he could not help but reach out to touch her face.

This is his beloved woman. Even if there was harm in the past, he forgot it. But what he told him to remember was her goodness and love for her. Now he really couldn't do it if he wanted him to treat her completely as a stranger.

His caress gave Qin Qiong hope again. She grabbed his hand and put it on her lips to kiss, "An Chen, I love you, I love you..."

Listening to her anxious confession, a pale little face floated in front of Leng Anchen's eyes, and a sense of guilt suddenly filled his heart. He quickly pulled out his hand, "Qin Qiong, I have a wife!"

"No, An Chen!" Qin Qiong grabbed his hand again, "I know you have a wife, I don't want to destroy your marriage, I, I just want you to be with me before you die!"

The almost begging hope made Leng Anchen unable to bear it, "Don't say that Qin Qiong, you won't die, and I won't let you die... Leukemia can be cured, I will definitely find the best doctor for you..."

"I don't want it!" Qin Qiong suddenly grabbed his collar in pain, "An Chen, I don't want chemotherapy, I don't want to lose my hair, I don't want to become an ugly monster, I don't..."

Listening to her screaming in a hoarse voice, Leng Anchen was also at a loss for a moment. At this moment, he felt the woman in his arms suddenly move, and then ran away from his arms and rushed into the room.

It turned out that at some point Duanmumu had already come down from the upper floor and was standing at the entrance of the stairs, looking at them.

When Duanmumu saw Qin Qiong running towards her, she was also shocked and retreated, causing her to retreat two more steps, holding the stairs tightly, but she never expected that Qin Qiong would walk up the stairs and kneel in front of her, "Please, please lend me An Chen, okay? I'm about to die, I just let him accompany me before I die..."

Looking at the woman in front of her with tears on her face, Duanmumu almost felt soft-hearted, but thinking about her previous frame-up, she suddenly woke up again. This woman was good at acting, and she almost forgot about it.

Looking up, Duanmumu looked at the man standing at the door, and saw him as a cold sculpture, motionless, staring at them with black eyes, like an outsider.

Duanmumu's trousers were shaken again, and Qin Qiong's pleading voice sounded again, "I have leukemia, I know you and An Chen are married, I don't want to destroy you..."

But before she finished speaking, Duanmumu interrupted suddenly. She would no longer believe this woman. Others don’t know how cruel she is, but Duanmumu is clear that she was already hurt by this woman. "You don’t have to tell me this. It’s his business to accompany you or not, I can’t make the decision!"

The reason for saying this is that Duanmumu is also betting on what decision Leng Anchen will make. Just now, she saw him wiping tears for Qin Qiong with care, and her heart was as if it was soaked with sulfuric acid.

Although she knew that he had lost his memory, she still felt uncontrollably sad when she looked at him with only another woman. She didn't blame him. And she just heard him say that she knew that she had a wife. Since he still knew that he was responsible, it would be the most appropriate choice for him.

Sure enough, as soon as Duanmumu finished speaking, he felt Leng Anchen's eyes pointing to him, as if he was surprised by his decision.

"No, An Chen is too responsible and he can't make a decision, so I beg you," Qin Qiong was so smart that he threw the problem to Duanmumu in one sentence. "I really have no other thoughts. I just want him to accompany me. Just think that you feel pity for me, won't it be okay?"

"Pity?" Duanmumu sneered, "Miss Qin shouldn't want a pitiful love, what's the point?"

"No!" Qin Qiong shook his head and looked up at Duanmumu. He was really humble to the dust. "His love for me is not pitiful, I just beg you to pity me! You don't know that I love him..."

What a irony it is for a woman to say she loves this man in front of her wife?
To be continued...