The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Jiang Huainian asked.

Wei Jingshen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to him, asking in confusion: "Didn't you quit smoking for a long time? Why are you smoking again?"

Jiang Huainian took the cigarette, took out a cigarette with his slender fingers, bit it in his mouth, and said lightly: "Do the whole show."

Wei Jingshen helped him light the cigarette.

Jiang Huainian took a deep breath, and the long-lost smell of tobacco made him cough violently a few times.

The strong smell of tobacco instantly filled the bathroom.

"Is it really worth doing this?" Wei Jingshen frowned.

Jiang Huaian didn't say anything. With empty eyes, he silently took another puff of cigarette and coughed a few times again. A faint smoke lingered around his body.

After getting used to the smell of smoke, he said hoarsely, "Get out."

Wei Jingshen carefully helped him out of the bathroom.

As An Ran pushed open the door of the ward, a faint smell of cigarette smoke hit her in the face. She subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, frowning.

I was suddenly a little dissatisfied. How could Wei Jingshen smoke in the ward?

Wait until she comes closer.

I found that Jiang Huainian's face was pale, his eyes were empty, and he had a cigarette between his fingers, which was still emitting a faint smoke.

An Ran's heart tightened instantly, and she asked worriedly, "Why did you smoke? You just had surgery, and your body hasn't recovered yet."

Jiang Huaian raised his head, glanced at An Ran, and said lightly with a hint of amusement on his lips: "I heard that you are my secretary... Why, the boss has to look at the face of an employee before smoking?"

An Ran bit her lip, took a deep breath, and after calming down, she said softly, "Jiang Huai Nian, let's talk."

Wei Jingshen was silently observing the interaction between the two. When he saw Jiang Huainian nodded slightly, he tactfully walked out of the ward, leaving them some space to be alone.

When An Ran saw Wei Jingshen leave, she walked over to Jiang Huainian, snatched the cigarette from his hand, and put it in the ashtray.

As the smoke gradually weakened and disappeared, the air in the ward seemed to become fresher.

Jiang Huaian stared at his fingertips and sneered, with a hint of indifference in his voice, "Secretary An, you have crossed the line."

An Ran sat opposite him, facing Jiang Huainian's cold eyes, her heart ached.

His eyes became strange...

She said calmly, "I'm your girlfriend."

Jiang Huainian laughed, his laughter was full of indifference and alienation, "I said, I don't have any memory of you."

Anran's heart was hit hard again.

She stared at Jiang Huainian's eyes, which were as dark as ink and as cold as ice, as if she saw an endless abyss.

She said firmly: "Whether you have memory or not, it is an indisputable fact that I am your girlfriend."

Then, An Ran took a deep breath, took out the photos she had just printed from her bag, and spread them out on the table one by one.

Those photos record every bit of their past, and each one carries their memories and love.

"This is a photo of us in Australia City. It's our first photo together, remember? We ate a lot of Australian City snacks that day, and we also had our first fight over your identity."

“This is us watching the sunrise on a yacht…”

Jiang Huai Nian suddenly yelled, "Enough!"

His voice was filled with impatience and disgust.

An Ran was frightened by him because he had never been mean to her before.

Her heart sank and she felt an unprecedented despair and helplessness.

She looked at Jiang Huainian's cold and unfamiliar eyes, as if she was looking at a complete stranger.

The man who was once gentle, considerate and doted on her has now become so strange and indifferent.

Anran silently packed up the photos, and the tears she had been holding back silently slid down, dripping drop by drop onto the photos, soaking those precious memories.

When Jiang Huainian saw her sad look, his heart was aching. He wanted to rush over to hug her and tell her that he was wrong.

However, his feet seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and he could not move.

He knew he couldn't do that now, couldn't put her in danger.

He didn't dare to gamble. He would never have peace until he got rid of those bastards.

He pinched his arms hard, trying not to show his emotions.

An Ran put the photos away, tears still hanging on her eyelashes. She tried to force a smile and said softly, "It doesn't matter. If you don't remember it now, maybe you will recover your memory when you wake up tomorrow."

She took a deep breath, forced a smile and said, "I'll help you to the bed to rest."

"Need not."

Jiang Huainian dodged her hand, slowly stood up with the help of the sofa, and slowly walked to the bed and lay down.

An Ran wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked over and gently tucked in the quilt, and said softly: "Have a good rest."

After saying that, he left the ward and closed the door gently, leaving Jiang Huainian lying alone on the hospital bed.

The ward fell into silence, with only Jiang Huainian's heavy breathing echoing in the air.

He closed his eyes, unable to block the sad look of An Ran from appearing in his mind.

Every beat of the heart was accompanied by severe pain.

He pinched his arms hard, trying to use the physical pain to distract himself from the torment in his heart.

The pain grew wildly like weeds and could not be contained.

How he wished he could hold her tightly and give her comfort and support.

However, he can't.

outside the ward.

Anran sat weakly on the bench, her eyes dull and lifeless. Jiajia sat beside her, gently hugging her shoulders.

"Jia Jia, do you think I should tell him that I'm pregnant?" An Ran's voice was hoarse and weak, and her whole body was so fragile that it seemed like she could be blown away by the wind.

Feng Jiajia felt sad when she saw her haggard appearance.

She sighed slightly.

"If... it was two days ago, I would definitely raise my hand in favor."

She gently stroked An Ran's hair, "Jiang Huaian's car accident was not an accident. Someone wanted to kill him. I'm afraid you will be in danger."

"I'm not afraid." An Ran raised her head and said firmly.

Feng Jiajia's eyes flashed with worry, "Where's the baby? You almost lost him in the elevator accident..."

Anran closed her eyes, tears slid down the corners of her eyes, slid across her delicate cheeks, and silently dripped onto her hands that were gently caressing her flat belly.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, "Jia Jia, I know you're worried."

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a gentle smile, "I believe Huai Nian will remember me soon. He loves me so much, he will definitely not forget me. Don't you think so? He will be very happy to know that we have a child, and he will protect us well."

Feng Jiajia sighed slightly and nodded.

There was a flash of sadness in her eyes. An Ran's determination at this moment was derived from the love they had for each other in the past.

But Jiang Huainian has lost his memory!

Who can guarantee that he won't abandon the mother and the child?

Not to mention protection.