Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

Fang Xi listened to his words with a frown, and asked word by word: "You mean, I lost my memory?"

"My hunch is like this, because you and Qing Zhu's little movements are exactly the same." Rong Junchu just noticed that she would brush her hair from time to time and pin it behind her ears. This is Qing Zhu's little habit, and he has been remember.

Although this small action cannot represent evidence, isn't it suspicious that the two look exactly the same and have the same actions at the same time?
Anyway, Rong Junchu suspected Fang Xi, Fang Xi looked at him with wide eyes, and began to question himself in his heart.

Because she really can't remember the past, and for all the reasons Cong Junchu said, she is beginning to doubt herself now.

"Really?" Fang Xi raised her arm hesitantly, looking at her white skin, she just raised it subconsciously, as if she had done it many times.

Rong Junchu looked at her deeply, then lowered his head and did not speak again.

After the drinking party started, Fang Xi began to doubt himself.

She wanted to remember the past at home, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember, and her head would hurt a lot after thinking about it for a long time.The pain made her have no time to think about the past, which became a knot in her heart.

Fang Xi walked on the side of the road in a daze, standing by the traffic light, she saw the street light, raised her legs and walked forward, not noticing the seconds.Until we got to the middle of the zebra crossing, the red light came on, and a car was coming at a high speed.

Her ears were more sensitive than her body. When she heard the sound of brakes, she widened her eyes and stared blankly at the car flying towards her.

My heart was beating faster, and my body couldn't move anymore.

Fang Xi closed her eyes subconsciously, breathing faster.

Soon, Fang Xi was embraced by a warm embrace, and the next second she felt the world was spinning, and her head was wrapped in palms.She was short of breath, her tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands were subconsciously clenched and curled up.

Feeling the sound of hot and humid breathing on his face, Fang Xi opened his eyes in a daze, and memories of deja vu came one after another.

She met his dark eyes.

Explosive emotions spread from his brain, Fang Xi closed his eyes in pain, and clasped his head tightly with both hands.

Rong Junchu's complexion changed, he turned over regardless of his wound, and supported her with one hand, watching the sweat on her face fall like a waterfall, he worried nervously: "Fang Xi, what's wrong with you? Where is it?" injured?"

Fang Xi kept shaking his head, his face pale.

"Fang Xi? Don't scare me! Wait for me, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Rong Junchu directly picked her up and ran to the nearby hospital quickly.

In the corridor of the hospital, Rong Junchu waited anxiously. The passing nurse saw his bleeding arm and couldn't help reminding him, "Sir, do you want to bandage it first?"

After being reminded, Rong Junchu looked down at his arm.

The sleeve was torn, and the skin inside was rubbed red and bleeding out.

He covered his arm with his hand, shook his head solemnly, "No, the injury is not serious."

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The operating light was turned off, and the door opened slowly.

Rong Junchu quickly rushed over, grabbed the doctor's arm, and asked solemnly, "How is she?"

"Don't worry, the patient is fine."

"Then why did she have that symptom?"

"This symptom is a normal phenomenon, because the patient's memory was forcibly tampered with by hypnosis, and the patient's memory has been restored because the patient thought of stimulating memories."

Rong Junchu took a step back, his expression was dull, and he let go of the doctor's arm.

Great joy hit his brain, making him stunned for a moment.

He... did he guess right?
So, Fang Xi is really Qingzhu?

Rong Junchu opened his eyes wide in shock and surprise, rushed to the front of the hospital, grabbed the doctor's arm tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth and asked in disbelief: "Is what you said true? Are you right? Hurry up!" Tell me it's not fake."

The doctor who was shaken to the point of confusion was shocked that he would do this. The doctor quickly stopped him with his hand and said, "Sir, calm down first. What I said is indeed true. In addition, the patient needs to pay attention to rest, and don't make the patient overworked."

After speaking, the doctor left in a hurry.

Rong Junchu slowly came to the door of the ward, pushed the door open a little, and through the crack of the door, he could see the person on the bed sleeping.

Her profile is bright and beautiful.

same as before.

Rong Junchu carefully described her appearance, and the appearance in his mind overlapped with her current appearance.

He walked in lightly and came to the bed.

Seeing her with her eyes closed, the black shadows of her eyelashes cast on her eyelids, he sat gently beside her, stretched out his hand to touch her face, felt the temperature and breathing on her face, and the long-suppressed mood burst out at this moment.

It's true, it's really true.

Rong Junchu stared at her closely, held her hand, and looked at her with burning eyes.

Suddenly, feeling her fingertips trembling slightly, he tried hard to contain the excitement in his heart, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Qingzhu, are you back?"

Song Qingzhu slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the enlarged facial features in front of her, her pupils shrank slightly. After waiting for a while, she relaxed a lot, propped her elbows on the bed, and wanted to sit up by herself.

Rong Junchu saw that she wanted to get up, so he quickly helped her up, and specially put a pillow on her back.

"Qing Zhu, is that you?"

Rong Junchu stared at her firmly, pursed his lips tightly, and his voice was steady, only he knew how excited and scared he was.

Song Qingzhu looked at Rong Junchu's familiar face, and smiled slightly on her pale face.

"it's me."

The familiar voice was a little hoarse, Rong Junchu's heart was beating violently in his chest, and the next second he hugged her tightly, not letting go.

Song Qingzhu was hugged suddenly, feeling suffocated, she put her hands by her side, feeling Rong Junchu's longing, she slowly stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around his waist.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Junchu, I miss you."

"I miss you more."

Rong Junchu's voice trembled a little, the hot air he exhaled made Song Qingzhu a little numb, and she felt that the hot air penetrated from her ears and filled her brain.

The two hugged for a long time before Song Qingzhu pushed his arm so that he could let go.

Rong Junchu let go of her, but he still didn't let go.

Like a child, he carefully counted her fingers, looked at her round fingertips, and childishly began to touch her fingernails.

Song Qingzhu was numb when he touched him, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to touch it." Rong Junchu's tone was flat, like a mature and successful person, but the movements of his hands were so childish.