Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

An Xiaojing looked expectantly at Leng Yichen's eyes.

The man's face became more and more ugly.

"What do you think? Or, what kind of relationship do you want this mother and son to have with me?"

Leng Yichen's eyes gradually turned an invisible color, and then slowly turned into scorching red.

An Xiaojing obviously saw it, a pair of eyes that were looking at her angrily.

"It must be a relatively important person who can be placed in front of your desk, but if it's because of me, it's really not good to let them wander outside!"

She seemed to believe in her heart that the mother and son in the photo on the desk had an intimate relationship with Leng Yichen, but she had never seen it before, if it wasn't a lover, what was it?

"You don't have to worry about that." Leng Yichen looked at An Xiaojing with a hint of viciousness in his tone.

"Also, can I take this painting with me?"

An Xiaojing shook the painting in her hand, and suddenly found something she had lost for so long, which made her even more impulsive to protect the painting.

"Take it if you like it!" Leng Yichen said generously.

An Xiaojing nodded, she didn't plan to stay here too much, she knew that Leng Yichen didn't like her appearing here either.

Before going to bed, An Xiaojing took out the painting to look at it again.

The blood-colored paint covered the entire picture, recording that period of unbearable years.

She didn't know what happened to the painting, but when it came back to her, she felt an unexpected sense of belonging.

In the end, when I felt sleepy, I didn't care so much, and fell asleep directly.

When she woke up the next day, An Xiaojing still didn't forget to go to the hospital to see An Xianyang. Now that her brother has entered a slightly important period of treatment, it is even more impossible for her to sit at home and pamper her all day.

But in An Xianyang's ward, Han Su came very timely.

"Do you still need an injection?" An Xianyang asked, but after the last treatment, he had already had a shadow on things like needles.

"No need this time. Seeing how strongly you reacted last time, I realized that not everyone's body type is suitable for injections!"

What Han Su said was not a mouthful, An Xianyang nodded.

Only this time, the difference from the injection is to take the medicine.

An Xianyang took out a transparent pill from his medicine box, and handed it to An Xianyang.

"This medicine will help your memory. You can try it."

"Why is there only one?" An Xianyang asked obviously puzzled.

"I developed this by myself for your treatment. It is supposed to be taken according to the amount. If it is too much, it will only become a burden on your body."

Han Su explained very clearly.

An Xianyang nodded, and put the pills he took just now into his mouth without any hesitation.

"Well, that's right. From now on, I will deliver medicine to you every day, and take a look at your physical condition. I believe that our doctors and patients will cooperate with each other, and your illness will recover."

After finishing speaking, Han Su started packing and tidying up his medicine box again.

An Xianyang looked at all his familiar movements, and felt like he had seen them somewhere before.

But.The fragments of memory did not allow him to piece these pictures together, as if on purpose, once he brought up these memories.My brain hurts like it exploded.

……

An Xiaojing's figure arrived as expected.

At the door of the ward, she saw Han Su who was about to go out at a glance, but she didn't expect that he was more concerned about her brother's affairs than herself.

"Han Su, thank you!" An Xiaojing said, wanting to help him carry the medicine box to send this man off.

Of course An Xianyang understood and did not do anything to hinder it.

Walking out of the ward, An Xiaojing started to inquire about An Xianyang's condition like an ordinary family member of a patient.

"Don't worry, as long as your brother can cooperate with my treatment, within ten days, your brother will be fine."

Han Su's tone was very confident and determined, something An Xiaojing never had.

"Okay, I will try my best to supervise him, and then cooperate with you." An Xiaojing deliberately exaggerated the last word, which sounded a little teasing.

But she really didn't have this chance.

For Han Su, I am grateful. If it weren't for this person, how many scars would have been left on my body and my brother's body. When An Xiya wanted to disfigure her, it was Han Su's medicine that saved her.

After seeing off Han Su, An Xiaojing returned to An Xianyang's ward.The scene before her eyes surprised her. She saw An Xianyang take out a pill that Han Su had just given him from under the tip of his tongue.

An Xiaojing looked over in surprise.

"Brother, what are you doing? You didn't eat?"

This pill was researched by Han Su himself, and it would be of great help to his brother's condition, but why did he throw it up instead of taking it?

"Do you remember what Han Su said?"

An Xianyang asked suddenly, a trace of unfathomable doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Remember, with his medicine, your illness will be cured within ten days!"

"Ten days? Xiaojing, do you believe it? What an astonishing number ten days is. The best doctors in the whole hospital don't have this ability. But Han Su actually gave us such a promise."

"so?"

An Xiaojing's heart fluttered suddenly.

She suddenly didn't dare to ask the reason, because she could feel that her brother was suspicious of Han Su's intentions.

And of course, there are too many things involved.Only shock can describe An Xiaojing's mood at the moment.

As An Xiaojing, she would naturally stand by An Xianyang's side unconditionally. Even if she knew that her brother had been in a trance, there might be problems with what he said now.

But that person is her elder brother, she will choose to trust him without reservation.

An Xiaojing took the pill that An Xianyang handed her, took out a piece of toilet paper from the bag, and wrapped it carefully.

"Brother, when did you discover Han Su?"

she asked puzzled.

"Before, when he gave me an injection, my head hurt badly. It seems that I have experienced a similar scene, but I just can't remember it. The strangest thing is that as long as I think deeply, the whole person feels more uncomfortable. "

An Xianyang recalled.

"And the needle holes in my arm indicate that I've had that drug more than once."

It was at that time that An Xianyang became suspicious, because in the fragments of memory, there seemed to be a figure that could overlap with Han Su, with the same height and the same vague outline.

In addition, every time I see that person, I always feel that there is a gap in my memory, which may be related to my amnesia.

"Well, I'll check it out, but Han Su doesn't look like a bad guy at all."

An Xiaojing sighed a little. Han Su helped her remove the scars, as well as the scars left on her brother's body due to travel missions, all of which were healed by Han Su's potion.