After a tragic death and rebirth, the scumbag tore Bai Yueguang apart for me

"Huo Yan, you can try to remember me. I am Yu Xinghe. We first met in the Happiness Welfare Home. Later, you became my teacher and taught me several complicated heart surgeries. Once, I wanted to work with you to save a person who once wanted to kill me. It was you who told me that when saving people, doctors have an unshirkable responsibility..."

I tried to stimulate his nerves and make him remember me more, instead of relying on drugs to numb him and make him forget me.

"Stop talking and get out."

He endured the pain and pointed at the door and asked me to go out.

"You're the one who pulled me in, so I won't go out. If you don't want to reminisce, let's get to know each other again."

I held his face in my hands and forced him to look at me.

He lowered his head and looked at me with confused eyes at first. I wanted to say something, but he suddenly closed his eyes, and his head fell heavily on my shoulder, and then his body leaned weakly on me.

"Huo Yan..."

He seemed to have fainted from the pain, but this time he didn't call Anna's name. Does this mean there is hope for me?

I dragged him to the sofa and laid him down flat on his back.

This scene seems to be like the time when he was injured, but he couldn't let anyone know that he was injured, and then I bandaged him in the hospital.

I have doubted many times that he is not Huo Yan, and the person lying on the hospital bed may be Huo Yan, and this is Jia Er.

I stretched out my trembling hands and lifted his clothes at his waist. The wound on his waist was sutured by myself. The knotting method and the direction of the stitches were telling me.

He is really Huo Yan.

He forgot about me.

"Huo Yan, were you in a lot of pain and despair at that time? But you are always like this and don't say anything. I have known you for such a long time, but I don't even know how you got the wound on your waist."

I really know so very little about him.

I just blindly enjoy the love and kindness he gives me.

Or maybe I forgot that people with mental illness like him never know how to express their emotions, nor how to communicate their plans with others.

He just likes to do everything well and make sure you have enough security.

I carefully touched his wound, and the next second, my hand was suddenly held by him.

I suddenly looked up and saw the person in his eyes. The man who was lying on the sofa just now had sat up and directly pulled me over to sit on his lap.

"Yu Xinghe."

He called my name, not loudly, but the majesty of his voice made me a little confused for a moment whether he really had lost his memory or what...

Or maybe he would think of me intermittently, or his body would get used to my touch.

To verify this hypothesis, my fingers slid from his cheek to his Adam's apple.

"Do you like this?" His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he suddenly asked me in confusion.

"You don't like it?" I asked back, curling my lips and looking at him with a smile.

"How can you do this to someone you just met?" His question made me feel a little disappointed for a moment. He really treated me as someone he just met.

"Of course, you can also do this..." I leaned over and rubbed his nose deliberately.

His grip on my waist seemed to tighten a little.

I know that when he gets emotional, even if he loses his memory, he probably can't control himself.

She continued to seduce him, her fingers sliding down to the collarbone and then stopping.

"When you first meet someone, you should be honest and you can unbutton your clothes."

I didn't care whether he was willing or not, I just deliberately unbuttoned his shirt.

But this time he held my hand and said, “I won’t unbutton my shirt when I meet Anna.”

His words made me laugh and cry, but also made me happy at the same time. At least I knew that he and Anna were just superficial.

Then I deliberately broke free from his hand and said, "That's different. For our relationship, even if it's our first meeting, we can still unbutton our clothes, but not for others."

"I just have the symptoms of A, but I'm not mentally retarded." Huo Yan suddenly sneered, then turned me over and pressed me down on the sofa.

"So who gave you the coat? It's not your clothes, so you can't just wear it randomly?"

Faced with his questioning, my mind was full of question marks.

Can Huo Yan, who has lost his memory, still be so jealous?

"Don't worry about that. Now you just need to worry about what you are going to do next after you put me under you."

I deliberately guided him again.

His expression suddenly darkened, and then he jokingly said, "I'm playing with you tonight, so I can play with Anna tomorrow."

"You dare!" I counterattacked and reversed our positions. I put my knees on both sides of his body and pressed down on his lower abdomen.

"Huo Yan, I'm warning you, don't play the game I played with you with other women."

He seemed to understand and leisurely placed his hand under his head as a pillow.

"Then you continue."

Looking at his expression, I really doubt whether he has really lost his memory or is just teasing me on purpose.

My nose suddenly felt sour, and my eyes suddenly turned red: "Huo Yan, you are not sick, are you doing this on purpose?"

He shook his head: "I don't know you, you came over by yourself, and I just happened to feel it."

I felt even more wronged, and turned over to get off him, but he pulled me back and held me in his arms: "Why don't you continue? It's quite comfortable."

I hit him hard on the chest.

"Let me go, I'm going to go play with the man who gave me the clothes instead of you!"

He seemed to be suddenly nervous: "Do you dare?"

When his possessiveness is overflowing, I feel that this is my Huo Yan. Even if he really has lost his memory, he still has such possessiveness towards me, so I am really in his heart.

"Why not? The man who gave me the clothes has a good background, is gentle to others, and is good in every way. Any woman would like such a man."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the back of my head and bit my lip aggressively.

"Hiss..." I wanted to push him away because of the pain.

The moment her lips opened subconsciously, his tongue took over the position.

I stared into his dark eyes, which were full of burning heat, strong desire, and a hint of madness.

If this is the way to awaken his memory of me, I don't mind stimulating him a little more every day.

It seems that the use of William as a chess piece is to stimulate Huo Yan.

I struggled deliberately, and accepted his letting me vent without any pain. He then pressed me down on the sofa with all his might. His tall figure leaned down, and his powerful aura left me completely defenseless.

Just when I thought he was going to attack, he suddenly let go of me.

He buried his face in my neck and shoulders, and I could feel his body temperature suddenly turn from hot to cold against my face.

I pushed him and found that he was covered in cold sweat.

Now he closed his eyes and frowned, as if he had a severe headache because he was trying to remember something.

"Let me massage your head." I sat up, let his head rest on my legs, and then gently massaged his temples. This time he just lay there quietly, without crying out in pain or calling Anna.