Pretty Her

The man on the opposite side was handsome and elegant. Even with the dangerous breath, there was an impulse to make moths try to catch fire.

On the other hand, Zhao Anan flew early.

However, today's Zhao An'an is different from the past. She stubbornly resisted the dopamine secreted by the brain, her eyes fluttered and her fingers trembled to Yan Yu: "What are you doing ...

Yan Yu frowned, he frowned, and stepped towards her step by step until he reached the corner of the wall.

Zhao Anan pressed his back against the wall, eyes wide, and looked at him in alarm.

Yan Yu gathered her cold black eyes, a pair of peach eyes that were deeply hooked, and her eyelids went up and down, and Zhao Anan re-examined from head to toe.

For a few seconds, he leaned forward lazily, with the tip of their noses next to the nose. Yan Yu's tone was casual and indifferent: "Zhao Anan, let's talk."

Zhao Anan softened: "What are you talking about?"

The man in front of him, everywhere, was not a woman's favorite. The serious and abstinent face, the tall and straight figure, the most wonderful thing is his overbearing temperament that everyone owes him one billion, showing the desire to be debt-collected by him.

Zhao An'an had no doubt that if Yan Yu was stripped and thrown out, there would be zombies in the street in minutes.

The smell on his body was good, clear and warm, and Zhao Anan sniffed sharply, something flashed in his head.

This smell, creed the silver mountain spring.

When she went to Dubai to play, she bought a gift for Yan Yu. Well, such irrelevant details don't seem to be useful to remember.

Yan Yu stared at Zhao An'an intently. He saw the expression on her face, from surprise to disappointment, as if he was experiencing some frustration.

He frowned and asked, "Zhao Anan, what nonsense did you say outside just now?"

Zhao An'an changed his face and heartbeat: "No bullshit, I praise you."

Yan Yu sneered, "You treat me deaf?"

Zhao Anan: "The crowned beast is the highest state of my praise."

Yan Yu was expressionless. He grabbed her chin and asked, "Zhao Anan, do you still know who I am?"

Zhao Anan's voice was clear: "I know, my husband."

Yan Yu relaxed.

Zhao Anan immediately touched out her mobile phone and pointed to her mobile phone screensaver. It was Yan Yu's photo, and there was a line next to it: My dead ghost husband.

Zhao An'an: "I do my homework every day, the doctor explained. I had better be familiar with the people and things around me as soon as possible. Only in this way can I restore my memory as soon as possible.

Yan Yu got closer, his eyes were almost against her skin, he couldn't wait to see her through, and finally couldn't believe it, "An 'Zhao, are you really amnesia?"

Zhao An'an nodded. She opened the mobile photo album. "Although I have amnesia, I am not stupid. I know who is who and what."

Yan Yu frowned.

In the album, Su Li's photo is marked with three words: fox spirit.

Zhao An'an found home, pushed Yan Yu away, sat down on the sofa, tilted Erlang's legs, spread his hands on the sofa chair, and took his course for granted: "As your wife, I think I have the right to hold you accountable. Now Please kneel and cry and beg for my forgiveness. "

As soon as she finished speaking, she was caught on the sofa by a sudden, Yan Yu pressed on her, a cold face filled with anger, he bit her ear by word, "Zhao Anan, you Really thought that pretend to have amnesia can make peace all over the world? "

His outbreak came too suddenly, Zhao An'an didn't respond for a moment, her hands were already held high, her fragile and fragile eyes burst into tears, and she felt wronged: "Why are you so fierce, I still Did not start fierce, what fierce you fierce ... "

Yan Yu's chest was undulating, her wrists were choked, her fingers couldn't help but buckle in harder.

Zhao Anan cried and charged: "I will sue you for domestic violence."

Yan Yu froze, and then let go of her.

She wiped her tears and snot and slapped his high-end handmade suit jacket. I stunned it, but it was not enough. I buried my head and stunned him, snorted his clothes, tears and snot, and lipstick.

She was soothed, she took out the mirror from her bag, she could n’t see it, she looked startled, her face became more resentful, and muttered while making up: “Do you know how long it will take me to paint this makeup in the morning? You have to make people cry, can't you talk well, is there any husband you do that? "

Yan Yu heard his head hurt.

Zhao An'an hid for a month without seeing anyone. He came to the Tang house today to block people. As a result, Zhao An'an gave him such a visit.

Yan Yu's temples jumped abruptly, but it took a while to calm down, but he was still out of breath. He glanced at her, and she was trying to fix her makeup, just like a fine person.

Yan Yu's chest was even more stuffy.

After a long while, when Zhao An'an finished his makeup, Yan Yu, who was silent for a long time, finally spoke. He slowly dropped a sentence: "Zhao Anan, live tonight."

The hotel is tired, and it's good to go home. Zhao Anan vaguely remembered that she seemed to have left the house negatively at first, but there was probably an impression. As for the specific matter, she could not remember exactly.

Her mind was full of paste now, for a while, and occasionally remembering something, it was also a fuzzy shadow.

But one thing she knew very well.

She forgot everyone, and the only thing she didn't forget was Yan Yu.

She didn't recognize him by looking at the photo supplementary homework. Instead, as soon as she woke up, Yan Yu was in her head, like a dogskin plaster, stuck in her head so hard that she couldn't shake it.

The two went out of the room, Yan Yu stepped out with a long legs and a cold face. A bunch of gossip lovers had gathered outside, and their eyes flew towards Zhao An'an.

This is the first time that Yan Yu has been in the same frame with Zhao An'an in a public place since the last strong kiss incident. Just now Zhao Anan said in front of Yan Yu that he was the captain of the abortion. He turned around and was called by Yan Yu. While everyone was waiting to see the excitement, they couldn't help pinching sweat for Zhao An'an.

That is Yan Yu, the most innocent person in Quanmu City, easily not angry, he must be really angry, let alone one Zhao family, even ten Zhao families can not keep Zhao Anan.

Although the Zhao family had money, it was a hundred thousand miles behind the Yan family. Had it not been for the last kiss kiss, it would be estimated that the two men would not have hit a shot in eight lives.

According to everyone's speculation, Zhao An'an must have cried and shed tears to Yan Yu just now. However, it is estimated that there is no use for eggs, Yan Yu's face is still smelly.

Everyone dare not mention Zhao Anan's "nonsense" just now, and had to leave the topic to the last strong kiss incident that was unrelated to itching. Someone hesitantly asked, "An An, what did Yan always ask you for? Harass him again? "

Zhao An'an frowned, and then sang his body, weeping sadly: "You guys who have no conscience, I was dragged into the room just now, and nobody cares about it. Do you know that I was almost strong by Yan Yu? If it were not for my stubborn resistance, I would rather die than die ... "

Yan Yu, who hasn't gone far, is stiff.

There wasn't much truth in Zhao An'an's mouth, and everyone was quick to lose interest. Miss Niu Xie rejoiced at the people and said, "I offended Yan Yu, and I'll wait to see how she dies."

Zhao An'an held the wine glass and rolled her eyes with a snorting sound, pretending to hear nothing, and turned proudly to enjoy her nightlife like a peacock again.

The crowd swept away, hey, Suli was gone.

You can think of it with your toes. You must have walked with Yan Yu.

Zhao An'an raised his glass and drank. The wine smelled into the nose, and some nauseated. Someone came by: "An'an."

Zhao An'an looked up, and he was a clear young man, with a breath like a blue orchid, twenty-five years old, exquisite features, clear eyes.

Zhao Anan hesitated, and barely spit out the name of the person in front of her: "Tang ... Zhezhe ..."

Tang Jiezhe smiled, "It seems that you are really amnesia, so you have called me Azhe before seeing this."

Zhao An'an tilted her head, "Azhe?"

Tang Jizhe smiled and took the wine glass in her hand and set it aside, naturally she pulled her out.

They walked in the small garden outside.

Zhao Anan politely expressed his long-formed draft: "Congratulations on winning the first award of your career as a director."

Today's party, one inside, one outside, all the people in the circle are outside, and all of them are the wealthy children.

The starry sky was shining, but Tang Jizhe's eyes were more dazzling than Yinhe. He stared at her, grinning at the corner of his mouth, and extremely tender: "I was a director because when you were a kid, you said you wanted to be an actor. You wo n’t get a prize. It doesn't matter, I don't care. "

Zhao An'an blinked.

Tang Jiezhe leaned down, and he stroked the corner of her mouth and gave a soft sip. "There is something here."

Close by, she clearly saw his delicate white skin without any pores. When he approached her, she could almost feel his burning breath.

His abdomen went up from the corner of her mouth and stopped at the corner of her eye. "An'an, Yan Yu made you cry again?"

Zhao An'an nodded honestly: "Well, he's just not human."

Tang Jizhe didn't remove her hand, but instead rubbed slightly against her face. "An'an, I warned you from the beginning, don't marry Yan Yu, you have to listen."

Zhao An'an pursed his lips and purred.

Tang Jizhe: "Now you know what you regret?"

Zhao An'an: "It's okay." She paused. In the face of Tang Jizhe's impassive movement, she hesitated for half a second, and then showed her unhappiness in the heart: "Zhe, my foundation is almost wiped by you. "

Tang Jizhe coughed and retracted his hand.

While walking, Zhao Anan found that Tang Jizhe seemed to have something to say.

He stared at her for a long time, with an eloquent attitude, seeing people crazy.

Zhao Anan asked, "Azhe, do you have something to tell me?"

Tang Jizhe stopped.

After taking a few deep breaths, he said seriously: "Last time, I hope you don't mind."

Zhao Anan looked at the black question mark: "What?"

Tang Jizhe looked at it for a long time, and finally smiled lonely, "I almost forgot, you have amnesia and don't remember anything."

He spoke out in exactly the same way as Yan Yu.

It seemed as though she was having amnesia as a means of fabrication.

Zhao An'an was trying to justify herself. The mobile phone vibrated and someone sent her a WeChat message.

It's a man's head. Eight-pack abs selfie: "An'an, sos! I'm at the door, hurry up!"

WeChat notes, Dr. Jiang.

These days, this is Dr. Jiang's homework for her.

Tang Jiezhe glanced and hurriedly glanced at WeChat's head. "It's Jiang Huo, and your memory loss came from him."

Zhao An'an put away his mobile phone. "He's looking for me. I'll take a step."

When Zhao An'an arrived at the door, a plain Malasaty suddenly came into his eyes, Jiang Huo came out of the car, a windbreaker covered with a white coat, apparently just arrived from the hospital.

According to Jiang Huo's self-report, among these wealthy children, he is the most productive of Jiang Huo.

Why not? It's because he's a doctor who rescues the wounded. Great merit.

Under the streetlight, a quarter of Jiang Huo's half-hidden face was hidden in the light, tall nose bridge, big eyes, long and thick eyelashes, between the man and the boy, the temperament was bright, and Zhao Anan waved and laughed. It was like a sunflower blooming in the sun.

"An'an! Here!"

Before waiting for An An to walk over, Jiang Huo had already rushed over. He held her in his arms, his voice excited and excited: "An An, I'm so happy, I'm going to be a dad!"

Zhao An'an: "Huh?"

Jiang Huo threw out a blood test list: "You are pregnant, my baby."

Zhao An'an: "What, what?"

Jiang Huo poked Zhao Anan's forehead hair broken with compassion. "It is estimated that it will be more than a month. I can't see it on the B-ultrasound for the time being, but the blood test can be done. If you check it a few days ago, I didn't notice it. It turned out in two days and found that you not only lost memory, but also conceived. "

Zhao An'an face was aggressive.

Jiang Huo took Zhao An'an into her arms again, and patted her back gently: "You can rest assured that I will take good care of you."

Zhao An'an was all bad.

"That ... Jiang Huo ..."

"Ok?"

"Children, are you?"

Jiang Huo: "Of course it's me. If you said before, if you have a child, let the child recognize me as a father."

Zhao An'an: "I'm asking if your child's father is you?"

Jiang Huo blinked, looking away: "How could it be me. Ann, I only like men."

Zhao An'an tried to calm himself.

After a minute.

Jiang Huo's eyes widened. "An An, don't you remember who the child's father is?"

Zhao An'an nodded hard.

After taking a deep breath, Jiang Huo patted Zhao An'an on the shoulder. "An'an, it's okay, I'll help you remember."

Zhao Anan: "Should be Yan Yu's? He is my husband."

Jiang Huo looked at Zhao An'an sympathetically: "But you haven't seen Yan Yu for more than a month. How could this child be his?"

Zhao Anan twitched.

Jiang Huo's eyes lighted up, as if thinking of something like: "Yes! I remember! When you just left the house a month ago, didn't you go to a small dinner, you complained to me the next day, Say how to wake up at the hotel. "

Zhao Anan asked tremblingly: "Who is there at the dinner?"

Jiang Huo: "There are not many people, including me, just four men." He glanced at Zhao An'an's stomach, relentlessly broke the truth: "An An, plus Yan Yu, you child may have five dad."