[Quick Transmigration] On how to use the charm of personality to conquer the old attack of amnesia

Qiao Yu's bed was so hard that Cheng Shu's shoulder ached.

He lay on it and couldn't fall asleep for a while, so he simply sorted out all the information he had received since he came to this world.

First of all, the name of his body is Song Liuguang. According to Song Yimu, it was probably his subordinate before.

Cheng Shu didn't want to complain about the stupidity of not thinking of asking his name at the beginning. After he woke up, Qiao Yu was called his baby daughter-in-law and father. He really didn't use his name for a while. As a result, when Song Yimu came here yesterday, he thought Qiao Yu was looking for someone.

Cheng Shu sighed softly, it is easy to be mentally retarded if you don't use your brain for a long time.

Second, Song Yimu and Qiao Yu are obviously in a hostile relationship. Judging by the state of the two of them being in love when they meet, they must be in love with each other, but Song Liuguang used to hang out with Song Yimu, so he and Qiao Yu should also be in love with each other. Harmony is not going anywhere, at least there is no friendship.

But since he has no friendship, why did Qiao Yu save him and make up a relationship to coax him?

And yesterday Song Yimu also mentioned that Qiao Yu was very skilled, so what does Qiao Yu do?When the stitches were removed before, Qiao Yu mentioned that he was half a doctor, but what kind of doctor is a half doctor?

It seems that there is an answer ready to come out, but it is stuck there abruptly.

Cheng Shu thought for a long time but couldn't sort out one, two, three, but thinking really exhausted his brainpower, and the threads he sorted out became more and more chaotic, and he unconsciously fell into a coma.

......

In the place where the face could not be seen clearly due to the mist, there were bodies lying crooked everywhere. From a closer look, there was either a blood line from a knife on the neck, or someone had stabbed him in the stomach.

The smell of rust seems to rush into the seven orifices after pinching the nose, and every breath of air brought to the mouth can make the tip of the tongue feel fishy and sweet.

Some of those bodies were still warm, but unfortunately there was no chance of survival.

Someone behind him spoke in a low hoarse voice, "Second Master, is the mansion or another courtyard?"

The right hand of the body covered the left hand, and there was a silver ring on it, no diamonds or patterns, a clean ring, which was pulled out and put back on by the slender knuckles, and the lips opened and closed uncontrollably.

"The mansion."

As the voice fell, a brief blink in front of my eyes changed the scenery. Following my gaze, I was facing a European-style villa. Only one room upstairs seemed to be still lit.

The tall black iron gate entwined with thorns was opened respectfully by someone who bowed and said, "Second Master is back."

"Hmm." It seemed as if there was a snort coming from his nose, and he opened and closed his lips and said, "Where's Yimu?"

In the darkness, the man lowered his head, "Master is..."

"At what?"

The man said: "Second Master, I really don't want to comment casually on this, you should go to rest early, don't disturb the uncle's interest."

The heartbeat of the body sped up as if thinking of something, and suddenly his back felt a little weak, and he turned his hands around, but what he said in his mouth was: "I see."

It seemed that before the breath was over, the picture in front of him changed again.

A door that is too familiar, moaning and groaning, and some ambiguous voices that make people blush and heartbeat come from inside.

But it makes people feel like falling into an ice cellar.

The hand that screwed on the doorknob loosened and tightened several times, and sweat seemed to break out on his forehead. He wanted to lean against the edge of the door for a while, but unexpectedly, the door opened when he pressed his hand.

Song Yimu has always done dark affairs in an upright manner, and even at this time he didn't lock the door.

The two people on the bed were still immersed in the pleasure of sex, they were entangled nakedly, and appeared in front of them in the most eye-catching way, the one who was pressing on the person noticed this, and turned his head with some doubts look over.

The lips of this body opened and closed, but the voice was so calm and cold. "elder brother."

Song Yimu let go of the person under him, propped himself up and smiled: "Liu Guang, are you done? Why don't you look so good?"

Still in a flat tone, "Disgusting."

The man picked out a cigarette from the delicate wooden box on the bedside table and lit it between his fingertips, "When I go to do these things in the future, ask Xiaosi and the others to drag them along while you do them. You always like to be clean, and it's normal to see discomfort." Song Yimu didn't seem to notice that he was walking the bird with his bare buttocks at all, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "But you have to get used to seeing blood, you are the person I trust the most, and I can rest assured that you are watching me in everything."

The inside of his lips were almost torn apart, but his face was still calm.

He pursed his lips slightly, as if it came from his mouth, but not from his mouth. "I see, bro."

Song Yimu said: "Go back quickly and rest early."

The person on the bed was covered with red marks, and at this moment, he also turned his head to wink at this side, and pursed his lips.

His eyes swept over that person, a convulsion in his stomach rushed up his throat, his body almost fled, and he closed the door and retched against the wall, and he could still hear the melody coming from inside through the door laughter.

How could it be... so disgusting...

After a short rest, the scene in front of him continued to change rapidly, and he soon stopped in a smoky room.

Messy wine glasses and bottles stand or fall on the round table, the pungent smell of smoke rushes in the nose, separated by a door, noisy dance music is played outside, the rhythm is accompanied by the whistle and screams of the crowd, There was a smell of cheap perfume mixed in the air.

Probably a ktv or a bar or something.

The bald man held the wine in his hand, and he was not drunk after drinking a lot. He said with a smile, "Second Master Song is straightforward in his business, and the final payment is the most neat among the few bosses I have met."

The body chuckled, took a sip from the wine glass on the table, and said calmly, "Have a nice cooperation."

The bald man burst into laughter, and before the wine glass came over with both hands, the door of the private room was slammed open, and Xiao Si with a snake tattooed under his ear said, "Second Master, the note is here, let's withdraw quickly."

After listening to the words, he said slowly and baldly, Boss Jia, see you next time, opened the door and went out through the back door of the bar without any worry.

The black Volkswagen and Bentley stopped on the road, and Xiao Si ran to drive the Bentley away, but this body walked towards the Volkswagen.

The car keys were all in his pocket, but he didn't leave immediately after he got up.

Turning to the back door of the bar, sure enough, more than ten seconds after getting in the car, a person in police uniform poked his head out and looked around, probably with a gun in his hand.

The back door is on a flat road, and it didn't take long for Xiao Si's Bentley to open. He sat on it and waited for a while before starting it. Now it's been almost ten seconds and he can still see a shadow.

The police officer behind chased the shadow to the street and gasped for breath, and spat: "You boy is lucky, I don't know what kind of luck he got to get away!"

Someone echoed: "Isn't that right, the higher ups have reprimanded us five or six times, why do we look like mice every time, how come we run so fast!"

There were complaints one after another.

This body has been watching their movements, as if everything is under control, but the joy in the heart is suddenly replaced by tense muscles.

One of the police officers smiled slightly in this direction.

That smile also seemed to be full of insight and sobriety, making it impossible to believe that he didn't notice the person sitting in the car.

It is a white coat that has not opened its mouth from the beginning, with a scalpel on its fingertips that almost flies, and is so flexible that it can perform acrobatics.

So the corner of the body's mouth curled up, and a slightly stiff smile slowly appeared in return.

When the two came and went, there was a strange and harmonious atmosphere.

The smile in the white coat hadn't faded away before his eyes, and when the scenery he faced changed, dense water vapor evaporated, as if sticking to the skin wet and cold, sticky with the clothes.

It was an old warehouse, the doors and windows were tightly locked, the doors and windows were so dusty that the original color and material could not be seen, the lights were dim, and there would be echoes when talking loudly, and someone was slapping the whip lightly in his hand.

The sound of leather shoes clattering over.

The man said: "Second Master, have you thought about it? You have to think about this answer, so you don't get whipped if it doesn't match up with ours."

The lips of the body opened and closed, and the voice was flat: "Are you so confident that I will tell you?"

"Second Master has no choice." The man said, "Today, you can either come in straight and leave the answer and leave, or come in directly and leave the answer and leave."

There was no reaction from the body, just sitting and standing quietly, with the back straight.

The man thought for a while and said, "Second Master is waiting for Grandpa to come and look for you?" He sneered, "I'm afraid it's unnecessary, Grandpa is proud of the spring breeze now, with a beautiful woman in his hand, how can he know you as a brother?"

Still no response.

The speaker was a little annoyed by his body's ignorance of current affairs, and said coldly, "Second Master is really stubborn, so what I'm going to say next is not afraid of hurting your heart."

"Do you think Song Yimu doesn't know you're here? I also asked my subordinates to send a letter to him that was delivered to you today."

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the housekeeper directly. After all, Song Yimu probably wouldn't think of asking him to keep his mouth shut."

"He probably thought you wouldn't go back, beware of a dead person, why bother?"

"Second Master has been with Song Yimu for so many years, knowing so many things about him, how can he still think that he will let you stay by his side safe and sound? Today you came here for Song Yimu, and you don't know how he laughs at you behind your back stupid."

"The word loyalty is the most harmful."