The host is a little money fan of the paranoid villain

Chapter 84 The villain from the last world is reborn

After the examination, Mo Yan took Nanjia to the expert's office to hear the results.

Several experts looked at Nanjia's film, and the data was normal, and they didn't find any problems.

Experts don't understand the significance of Mo Yan calling them here.

"Miss Nan, everything is fine."

This reassured Mo Yan. What he was most worried about was that Nanjia's body would go wrong if he suddenly appeared in this world, such as rejection.

Mo Yan glanced at Nan Jia who didn't care about his situation, and said lightly: "But Nan Nan has lost his memory."

Hearing the question about amnesia, Nan Jia regained consciousness in an instant, staring at the doctor with wide eyes.

Nanjia's heart was beating so fast, the doctor shouldn't be able to see that she was faking amnesia, right?
Even if they can see it, as long as they insist that they don't remember, they should be able to fool them, right?
"Amnesia?"

The expert paused and looked down at the film in his hand.

"No blood clots were found, and there were no problems with the temporal and frontal lobes."

Nan Jia's body was tense, and when the doctor's eyes swept over her, Nan Jia didn't know how to put her hands.

"Miss Nan, when did you lose your memory? Is it indirect or you don't remember anything?"

"I don't remember anything, I just...don't remember anything."

Nanjia can only think of this sentence after going back and forth
The expert thought for a while and said: "In addition to the amnesia caused by the impact on the head, psychological factors may also cause amnesia, such as the huge twists and turns and shocks of the spirit."

Nan Jia's eyes lit up. Thank you so much for the doctor. He had completely thought of a reason for himself.

Nan Jia quickly nodded in agreement with the doctor's words: "Well, I think I may be in the second situation."

Sensing Mo Yan's cold gaze, Nan Jia's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly excused herself: "Because I don't have any obvious scars on my body, I think it's the second kind of spirit that has been greatly stimulated."

Mo Yan asked: "Is there any solution?"

"No, this can only be recovered by itself. You can take her to some familiar scenes and do some things that you have done before, which may stimulate the memory."

Mo Yan's expression showed no joy or anger, he nodded: "Okay."

Leaving the hospital, Nan Jia kept looking at Mo Yan, she asked in a low voice: "I lost my memory, are you angry?"

With a smile on his face, Mo Yan gently rubbed Nan Jia's head: "No, it doesn't matter if you remember or not."

So what if you don't remember?The result is the same.

Nanjia took his hand, and said in a flattering tone, "We must have a good relationship. I must love you very much."

Nanjia's thinking is very simple: I said I love you, so you should not be angry, right?

"Yes, the relationship is very good."

Mo Yan had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the tails of his eyes were cold.

He always thought that the relationship between the two was very good, and the loving couple stayed together until the end of life.

As a result, the reality gave him a resounding slap, and now he began to wonder if she really loved him, was it just her acting in the previous life?
If she loves him, why doesn't she come to find herself?
Mo Yan restrained the emotion in his eyes, and said softly, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat delicious food."

"Are you taking me to my favorite restaurant?"

Mo Yan paused for a moment, there were so many restaurants that Nanjia liked to eat, and he really couldn't tell which one it was for a while.

Nan Jia also didn't want to embarrass Mo Yan, she suggested: "I want to eat hot pot, can I?"

There was no hot pot in the last world, she wanted to die.

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Nan Jia: "Didn't you lose your memory? How do you know about hot pot?"

Nan Jia sighed, raised her small face and looked at Mo Yan, with resentful eyes: "Mo Mo, I have amnesia, I am not stupid. I am not mentally retarded, I still have the basic common sense of life, right?"

Mo Yan thought about it carefully, and Nan Jia's words did have some truth.

At the hot pot restaurant, Nan Jia picked up the menu and blurted out: "I want a mandarin duck pot."

"Excuse me, miss, we don't have mandarin duck pot here, only butter, but it can be less spicy, do you think it's okay?"

Nan Jia wrinkled her face: "Why is there no mandarin duck pot?"

Mo Yan said lightly: "Let's have butter."

Nan Jia pinched the menu, looked up at Mo Yan: "Your stomach hurts, can you eat such spicy food?"

The movements of Mo Yan's hands froze, his eyelids twitched, and his eyes were fixed on Nan Jia.

Nan Jia was so stared at, she hurriedly looked down at the menu.

Nanjia was too flustered, she began to read the menu to keep her mind clear: "Boutique fat beef, top snowflakes, cattle with brains..."

Mo Yan put his hand on Nanjia's, and he held Nanjia's white and tender fingers affectionately and said: "Nannan, why do you think I have stomach problems?"

"I don't know, I just think so subconsciously. Maybe I love you too much, so remember these little details."

Mo Yan pinched Nan Jia's hand and said, "Really? But, Nan Nan, you seem to have misremembered. I don't have stomach problems. You...do you remember someone else?"

"No?" Nanjia's eyes flashed with surprise

Nan Jia subconsciously asked in her heart: "Kuuuuuuuuuuuu, what's the situation? Mo Yan doesn't have a stomach problem anymore?"

When she didn't get a reply, Nanjia suddenly thought that there was no survival in this world.

Mo Yan replied very positively: "Yes, I don't have a stomach problem. Why is Nan Nan so sure that I have it?"

Nan Jia pretended not to care about the menu: "Oh, maybe I watched too many TV series and formed a habit of thinking. Don't the bosses in the TV series all have stomach problems? I thought you have it too?"

"Really?" Mo Yan said the words lightly, not knowing what he wanted to express.

Nan Jia nodded, quickly ordered food and skipped the topic.

After eating, I faced the big problem of sleeping.

"Mo Mo, where do I usually live? I seem to have lost my ID card and so on. Would you like to take me to reissue it?"

Mo Yan picked up a tissue beside her and wiped Nan Jia's mouth gently: "You usually live with me, as for your ID card? If you lose it, just lose it."

Anyway, I will be locked up by myself in the end, so what does it matter if I have an ID card?

To live with Mo?Nanjia's heart suddenly trembled.This is not a good way!
"Momo, can I live in my apartment? Although I am your fiancée, I have amnesia now, and it's awkward to live with you directly. I..."

Mo Yan explained with a smile: "Don't worry, the two of us don't sleep in the same room. You live on the second floor, and I live on the first floor."

"No, I mean..." Nanjia felt that living by herself was more reliable.

Mo Yan lowered his head, looking lonely, he murmured: "Nan Nan, I've become estranged from me after amnesia. Do you despise me now? Don't like me?"

Nan Jia quickly waved her hand in denial: "No, no, I didn't!"

(End of this chapter)