I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Are you okay?" Ryan showed a little hesitation: "Your face doesn't look good, is it because of me?"

He saw the handsome young man in front of him with a pale face and slightly trembling knuckles.

"Sorry, I can't think of anything, it's like a stew in my head right now, it's all mixed together."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember who you are." His bright red eyes were full of chagrin and guilt.

That emotion doesn't feel like a fake.

Bruce stared at him blankly, staring into those eyes carefully, he couldn't believe that Ryan had just forgotten.

……

"This Mr. Black managed to recover his life because of the Dionysus factor. We don't know the mechanism of the Dionysus factor. We only know that it can make cells regenerate quickly, which is like a miracle. But because many internal organs of his body were damaged, So we had no choice but to put him on the drug."

"We can't specify the organs where Dionysus factor renews his cells. In other words, this drug may promote the replacement of all the cells in his whole body, including brain cells, so that Mr. Black will forget some things."

"Can you see what I mean, Mr. Wayne."

The doctor in a white coat looked at Bruce Wayne who was sitting in a daze at the table, and made a gesture: "I'm sorry, there is nothing we can do."

"I understand that you have tried your best. It is a miracle that he can survive under such circumstances."

Bruce sighed: "When can I take him away?"

"He has woken up now. In theory, you can take him away at any time. But our suggestion is to stay in the hospital for two days to observe the situation."

"I see." Bruce got up and nodded to the doctor, then turned and left.

This is already the most authoritative brain expert he can find in the United States.

Bruce hesitated for a while standing in front of the ward door, and finally pushed the door open and walked in.

The people in the room seemed to know who the person came in, and asked without raising their heads:

"Is my name 'Lane Black'?"

The man with brilliant metallic hair sat on the sofa prepared in the special ward, looked at the paper pasted on the bedside, smiled and shook his head: "What an ugly name."

"Why do you think so?" Bruce frowned, approached the sofa, picked him up, and let him sit back on the bed.

"You are still very weak now, lie on the bed and rest, don't walk around casually, be obedient."

"This... sir."

The beautiful eyes like red glaze watched his movements without blinking, a little puzzled and a little embarrassed.

But he didn't resist Bruce's movements, but let him manipulate him obediently.

Bruce cut him off. "Bruce Wayne, you can...you used to call me Bruce."

"Okay...Brucey." He thought about it, and chose this nickname: "Our relationship...is it good?"

He could feel that he actually didn't like other people's overly intimate actions, but compared to doctors and nurses, he seemed to be able to acquiesce in the actions of the person in front of him.

"We..." Bruce straightened his clothes in front of him.Hearing his question, she looked up at him.

He moved his lips up and down, and finally showed a smile: "We are lovers."

He lowered his head and pressed a kiss on the ring on Ryan's hand.I don't feel the slightest mistake in taking advantage of the present to deceive people.

It was only then that Ryan noticed the silver ring on the little finger of his right hand. The surface was inlaid with bright red gemstones, the color of which was like his eyes.

His expression moved slightly, and he quickly looked away: "I'm sorry, I didn't think of it...I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't take my responsibility as your lover well now. I apologize to you.. .”

"Shh." Bruce's fingers were lightly pressed against his lips, and his blue eyes were filled with tenderness that was about to overflow: "It's not your fault, Ryan. You just need to know one thing."

His hand caressed his cheek gently, as if treating his most precious treasure.

"I love you."

He murmured in a low voice, with a pious and solemn expression on his face.

There was only a daze on Ryan's face, and something flickered in his eyes, and then disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his eyelids, avoiding Bruce's gaze: "Sorry, I can't respond to you right now."

"I know." Bruce smiled nonchalantly, stood up and hugged him full, put his head on Ryan's neck, and gently rubbed his cheek against Ryan's cheek.

Gentle breath sprayed on his white and small earlobes: "I don't need you to love me. As long as you are here with me all the time is enough."

Ryan turned his head slightly, letting his pink earlobes avoid his scorching breath: "What kind of person am I?"

He lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

"You?" Bruce slapped him on the waist and looked up into his eyes. "You're an ordinary person."

Ryan laughed: "I doubt the authenticity of your words now, Mr. Wayne. I thought you would be more affectionate."

"Say you're kind like an angel or say you're excellent?" Bruce smiled. "No, you're my secretary, my lover. That's it."

"Is that so?" Ryan tilted his head.

"And some more." Bruce planted a kiss on his forehead and continued to add:

"You don't like to laugh."

"I don't like sweets and wine."

"Don't like to wear formal clothes." Although you are always doing this.

"You like to invent weird things, you like technology."

"Like sunshine."

"Like me too." Although you have been hiding this.

Ryan wanted to show a smile, but suddenly stopped his movements. He sighed: "It does sound like an ordinary person."

"But I'm still sad," he said.

"I think I like you, and I should take my own responsibility." He took Bruce's hand and held it to his lips.

Then little by little kisses fell from the fingertips, the cherry-colored thin lips and the fingertips formed a sharp contrast.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, withdrew his fingers from his hand, put him on the back of his head, pulled him into his arms, and sighed softly in his ear: "I said it, Ryan."

"You don't have to do anything but be by my side. Let me love you."

Looking at those bright red eyes, he had already keenly sensed what was wrong with Ryan.

"But love doesn't require two people to pay each other?" Ryan paused, but still questioned.

"If two people want to be together, stay together. They really need to pay each other." Bruce looked into his eyes: "But I just want to love you, and I don't need you to do anything for me."

"But...you don't want to be with me?"

"I think so," he said, "but I don't want this kind of mutual giving to be a burden on you. You will be afraid that you haven't given enough."

He thought over what Ryan had done, and finally thought of the problem.

Ryan is a blank slate when it comes to relationship issues.In other words, he has a wrong view of love, and Bruce can't help thinking, what is Ryan hiding from him?

What happened to his childhood?

But Ryan has now lost his memory.For a moment, he felt that this was good, he would make Ryan like an ordinary person, away from all disputes, and forget all his pain and past.

"I'll never leave you." He hugged Ryan even tighter, so that he didn't see the flash of complexity in those bright red pupils.

"So don't worry. You can do whatever you want."

Bruce stood up and looked him in the eye.

"Just don't lie to me again."

"I'll go back and get you Alfred's lunch. Or do you prefer a little more hospital food?" Bruce asked him as he put on his coat.

"Alfred?" Ryan frowned at him: "Anyway, as long as it's not from the hospital."

Bruce bent down and pressed a kiss on his cheek: "You'll love his workmanship. I'll be right back." He opened the door and left, not feeling at all how cheap it was for the world's richest man to go back to get lunch in person.

The person on the hospital bed sat up and made a call.

"Andre." He called the old housekeeper who had already ruled out the suspicion: "Please call the doctor for me to make an appointment for the afternoon."

"Sir? Where are you?" The white-haired old housekeeper asked anxiously.

"I'll send you the address." Ryan rubbed his tingling temples: "Get Victor Zas back, I want him to find Joanna."

"I see, sir." The old butler waited quietly for Ryan to hang up the phone before putting down the retro-style rotary dial landline.

He didn't look at Joanna, who had been holding a gun to his temple, but turned to look at the man who was sitting on the expensive sofa in a ridiculous sitting position, eating pudding: "What do you want me to do?"

His voice trembled slightly with fear.

There were scars on both sides of the man's cheeks extending upward from the corner of his mouth. When he smiled, the scars seemed to be torn apart.

He threw a bank card to the trembling old Andre's feet, holding a knife in his right hand.

The blade was cruising on Andre's wrinkled face: "An address, 20 billion, what do you think? My loyal butler."

The afternoon sun always made people drowsy, and Ryan sat on the head of the bed, flipping the pages of the book in his hand.

The knock on the door suddenly sounded at this moment.

He sat up and looked towards the door. A tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed gentleman in a three-piece suit and tie carefully tied into a double Windsor knot stood at the door.He looked personable, elegant and regal.

Not at all like a psychiatrist.

"Long time no see, Ryan." He smiled politely.

"It's been a long time. Dr. Hannibal Lecter." Ryan put down the book in his hand and nodded towards him.

The author has something to say:

emmm... as you can see, Ryan is faking it.

But he really didn't remember it when he just woke up, it was because of the ring... The ring was the one that Bruce gave to Ryan earlier, and the one that was thrown away by the clown.

As mentioned earlier, Mr. Steward is indeed a greedy person.

Uncle Ba is online! emmm... He didn't participate in any conspiracy, he just came to give Lailai a psychological consultation.

Lai Lai really lacked confidence in herself.That's what he mentioned earlier, he said he had dirty blood running through his body.This will be mentioned in the next chapter if there is no accident.He was so hard on himself that he didn't even think he deserved to like Bruce.

Also, his parents' views on love have influenced him so much that he doesn't know how to like someone.

So... it's still a psychological problem.

In addition, let’s talk about the update time. Generally, there will be three updates from Friday to Sunday, and then choose to update from Monday to Thursday (see if I am satisfied with the revision.) There will be five to six updates a week~

I have an exam tomorrow morning, originally today is not updated qwq～

But... In order to thank the two little sisters www who poured nutrient solution and sent mines, I love the little angels