Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone, unlocked the screen, and brought up the photo album to show Huo Yan.

The photos were indeed taken secretly, and the angles were so strange that none of them were particularly clear.

Huo Yan, however, didn't care to dislike her photography skills, and fixed his eyes on her bandaged left hand.

The whole hand was wrapped like a rice dumpling, with only a little bit of fingertips exposed, and it didn't look as light as Yi An said.

When Yi An went in, he hadn't finished bandaging, so he flipped through the album and found a photo of bandaging.

The back of Lu Qiao's hand was dripping with blood, and the blood was rolled up. The bright red blood was mixed with disinfectant, and he was terrified when he saw it.

Especially the place where there was a scar, it was bloody and bloody, not even the outline of the scar could be seen.

His thoughts went blank for a moment, and he asked in a soft voice: "Yi An, is it true that Lu Qiao's memory hasn't recovered?"

If it didn't recover, then why did she scratch that scar so bloody?
If she hadn't remembered how she got that scar, why would she react so violently?
At this time, Huo Yan suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, but remembering that the space inside the car was closed, he had no choice but to give up this idea.

Frowning subconsciously, he pinched the edge of the phone hard, and that little pain could not make him lose control.

"No, Brother Yan, why do you think so suddenly? I haven't found any signs of Miss Lu's memory recovering. Not only has she not recovered her memory now, but she has even more memory erasure..."

Huo Yan's hand tightened even more, "Really?"

Since the memory has not been restored, why should the scar left by saving him be destroyed in such a tragic way?
What kind of deep hatred can make a person unable to tolerate leaving any traces of him on his body when he loses his memory?
Lu Qiao, can you tell me how much you hate me?

Huo Yan looked at the haggard face in the photo, and suddenly burst out laughing.

It's really a turn of events. At the beginning, he hated her so much that he wanted her to get out of his sight forever, but now, it's her turn to hate him, so much that he hates him so much that he doesn't hesitate to use self-harm, hurt himself, and then destroy her All traces of his relationship.

With a short and hoarse laugh, Huo Yan turned off the phone and handed it back to Yi An.

He closed his eyes and suppressed all the surging emotions.

But the bulging veins on the back of his hand, as well as the slightly trembling fingers, had already leaked his true emotions.

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Lu Qiao had a very, very long dream, a dream that seemed beautiful, but inexplicably made her feel heartbroken.

In summer, with the sound of cicadas and the cool evening breeze, there is a very light fresh mint flavor.

On a school path, tree shadows fell on the school uniform, and the boy's clean and slender fingertips gently brushed her hair, and his laughter was doting.

"Why do you like being jealous so much? Did our Qiao Qiao grow up drinking jealousy?"

Gently pinched the tip of her nose, affectionate and pampering.

"Yes, I'm just very jealous. I can warn you, don't really provoke me. I'm afraid when I get angry."

The young man asked with a half-smile, "Really? Then tell me, warn me, if you really mess with me, what will you do?"

"I won't do anything, although I will be very angry, but I will not do anything, I will simply withdraw, leave you directly, and never forgive you."