[ABO] is falling into the arms

The sleeping lion opened his eyes vigilantly, and saw a rustling figure standing in front of the bed.

Ju Ruo Youyuan: "You are quite alert."

The lion reprimanded: "You are getting bolder and bolder, aren't you afraid of being cut into steaks?"

The highest level of defense system is installed in this room, which is scanned 24 hours a day. If a stranger comes in at night, he will die without taking a step.

Ju Ruo said calmly: "I just checked, the system is in hibernation."

"..."

"If you don't give me a consent form, I won't let you sleep."

The lion, who had been annoyed by Juruo all day, turned sideways.

Ju Ruo ran to the other side to see him, knowing that he had something to ask for, so he could only humbly say, "Give it to me, I'm sure I won't bother you anymore."

The person on the bed closed his eyes tightly, indifferent.

Ju Ruoku had no way to deal with it. He looked at the four white walls, picked up the pen on the bedside table, and said viciously: "If I draw a flower on this white and flawless wall, it must be very pleasing to the eye."

The lion frowned with a headache, and said with a bite: "Bring it!"

Joyfully, Ju Ruo took out the consent form that he had prepared long ago, and personally presented it with a pen.

However, the pen ran out of water. When Ju Ruo was changing the ink, he swung it too hard, and a clump of wild ink stuck to the wall.The pristine white walls are really pleasing to the eye now... dazzling.

The lion's face sank.

Ju Ruo said awkwardly: "You... don't worry, I will definitely clean it up."

It can be seen from the strength of the writing that the lion is in a bad mood and meditating: For the peace of the dungeon!

Ju Ruo asked him to stamp his seal, took the letter of consent and immediately fled without a trace.

The day Yan went out to sea tonight, the weather was sunny and sunny, and Ju Ruo picked all the oranges in the garden and gave them to him.

The sensational interpretation of the sea breeze is parting.

"Do you remember what you told me earlier?"

Yan Jinxiao said he did not remember.

Ju Ruo said, "Tell me, it's better to plant flowers in the garden."

Yan Jinxiao smiled: "Of course flowers are grown in the garden. If you grow oranges, they don't necessarily have to be sweet."

Ju Ruo said bitterly: "So when you leave, I will pull out the trees, replant flowers, and never plant oranges again." The ending sound was low and thin.

Yan Jinxiao felt that there were low and strong emotions in his words, but now he has lost all memory and cannot understand this complicated emotion, so he has no choice but to remain silent.

The two had their last embrace at the beach.

When Yan went back tonight, the sea was calm. Two months later, the ship docked at the port of Marseille, France.

Although Ju Ruo knew everything, he actually forgot that Yan Jinyan did not have a household registration, and he was soon detained at the pier.

In the bustling world, fireworks are falling. I heard that today is the Spring Festival, and there is also a fireworks show in France.

The huge billboard on the harbor is an advertisement for red wine, and Yan Jinxiao looks familiar with the elegant logo: Kester.

The most pitiful thing is that Wangzai milk is not sold on the pier.

Through fingerprint and face recognition, the staff at the dock finally found out Yan Jinxiao's identity, and they all showed surprise expressions.

Fortunately, Mr. Yan and Gu Qinglan have always insisted not to cancel Yan Jinxiao's account, otherwise Yan Jinxiao would really become a tramp without status.

China, the old house of the Yan family.

On New Year's Eve, the dishes on the table were plentiful, but the people around the table lacked interest. Even if they raised their spirits and wanted to smile, they looked so tired, so their expressions were gloomy.

Although Yan Jinxiao's usual favorite dishes have been avoided on the table, when she saw a plate of oranges on the table next to her, Gu Qinglan couldn't help but said: "Xiao Yiji likes to eat oranges the most..."

"It's Chinese New Year, why isn't Little Unforgettable coming back? I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I agreed not to cry today...I'm still..."

Mr. Yan hugged him and comforted him with the same words thousands of times. Although it was useless, Mr. Yan could only do so. He was not only comforting his lover, but also comforting himself.

"Mr. Yan, it's all my fault...Why did I let him be an instructor at that time? It's all my fault...I shouldn't have let him be an instructor at all! I'm so stupid!" Gu Qinglan slapped him fiercely I slapped myself.

Mr. Yan quickly grabbed his hand, hugging him tightly with distress: "Don't do this...Qinglan...it's my fault!"

Mr. Yan's cell phone rang. In order to take care of his lover's emotions, Mr. Yan, who had no time to spare himself, chose to ignore it.

The other party persevered, and never stopped.

Gu Qinglan stabilized her emotions: "Mr. Yan, don't worry about me, answer the phone quickly."

The phone was still ringing, it was an unknown number.

"Hello, this is Marseille Port Customs, France. Is this Mr. Yan Linyan? Your son Yan is waiting for you at the pier tonight. May I ask if you have time..."

I have received too many false news over the past year, and this is probably another prank.

"He doesn't have an ID card. We found out his identity through fingerprint identification. Are you his father? I'll give the phone to your son."

The customs officer here gave the phone to Yan Jinxiao, and Yan Jinxiao answered the phone, not knowing what to say, so he said casually: "Come and pick me up if you are free."

He doesn't remember anyone now, and can only passively wait for fate's favor, which feels really bad.

Mr. Yan, who has always acted vigorously, was stunned for several seconds, but his eyes were already red, and his voice trembled: "It's coming soon, son, wait for us..."

How could he not hear his son's voice?

Yan Jinxiao was sitting on the public seat in the waiting area, watching people coming and going, and hearing Mr. Yan's voice on the phone, he felt inexplicably kind, so he had expectations, and he sat there obediently waiting for his family to come pick him up.

After nearly twelve hours, just as he was about to fall asleep, an eager voice sounded in the empty waiting area: "Little Unforgettable!"

Yan Jinxiao turned around and saw two figures standing at the door in a daze.

In the next second, he was hugged into his arms.

"You're finally back! Brat!" Gu Qinglan hugged her son tightly, the happiness he lost and regained made him dizzy, and Mr. Yan's eyes were moved.

Yan Jinxiao hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his arms to hug Gu Qinglan, how could he not let him believe how much the two people in front of him loved him with such an expression of tears of joy.

Mr. Yan and Gu Qinglan took Yan back to Paris tonight and drove towards Sunset Manor.

Gu Qinglan was at a loss for what happened to Yan tonight's amnesia, and then she felt relieved: "It's fine if you don't remember, as long as you are safe and healthy, those things in the past are not necessarily memorable anyway."

Mr. Yan said: "It's lucky now, let the rest take its course."

Gu Qinglan nodded: "Should I tell Cheng Qin about this?"

Mr. Yan did not answer.

Gu Qinglan said to herself: "Forget it, Cheng Qin has two children now, and our son has been pestering and disturbing others, so there is no need to bother him now."

Therefore, this matter was put on hold.

Yan Jinxiao stood in the room, looking at the huge manor and lawn, like a castle, on the right side of the main building, there was an empty field, no grass and no trees, it looked so empty.

"It used to be your small building." Gu Qinglan explained.

"Where is the building?"

"You gave it away, and that person moved it to his home."

Yan is looking forward to this night: "Who is it?"

Gu Qinglan hesitated for a moment: "It's just a friend. You didn't have much contact with him a year before you disappeared."

Yan Jinxiao had no choice but to answer, picked up a coin on the table, and turned it casually.

Gu Qinglan sighed, this habit started again.

On the second day of the Spring Festival, Cheng Qin invited his third uncle and Zhulang to his home for a reunion dinner.

Cheng Liangyu sat in the main seat, and it was rare for him to eat honestly with his mouth shut, without opening his mouth to ridicule anyone.

"Daddy...Daddy..." Yan Zhi called him obediently while sitting on the baby chair.

"These two children are so cute." The third uncle looked rather regretful: it's just a pity that there is no father.

After all, Cheng Liangyu was Cheng Liangyu, she was quiet for only 10 minutes, and couldn't help but say, "My Cheng family's child is of course a dragon and a phoenix, which is extraordinary."

Cheng Qin was too lazy to argue with him, and his eyes were ashen.

With Cheng Yanyu's helpless expression, it started again.

"Since it has been confirmed that Yan Jinxiao is dead, the names of the two children should be changed to Cheng."

The chopsticks suddenly landed on the table, Cheng Qin said coldly: "Who dares, Yan Zhi and Yan Ru will always be members of the Yan family!"

Cheng Liangyu is already impregnable: "Hmph, at least the Zhi'er must be named Cheng, Nizi, do you want the Cheng family to be extinct?"

"The Cheng family has Zhulang, how could it be the last one? Otherwise, you can also regenerate one yourself. Hmph, I forgot, you are half buried in the ground, you should rest, and leave this important task to Zhulang."

Yan Zhi and Yan Ru were very used to watching their daddy and grandpa quarreling, and would clap and giggle.

Cheng Liangyu was pinched in anger again.

Zhu Lang, who was eating quietly at the side but was suddenly called, picked up Yan Zhi and Yan Ru to play.

Cheng Qin got up and went to the study, took out the ring from the drawer, stroked the words inside, his eyes were empty.

"Happy New Year, little unforgettable..."

After the New Year, according to the group's habit, Kester will soon return to work.

Mr. Yan also participated in the first board meeting this year, saw Cheng Qin's methodical theory on stage, remembered the first time we met, and slammed him mercilessly as an idiot.

It seems that it was too arbitrary at the beginning, or that setbacks can really sharpen people into beautiful jade.

Suddenly, Cheng Qin's voice stopped, and the sorted documents fell on the floor, and there was a loud sound in the spacious lobby.

He looked stunned, his eyes fixed on the door, and he opened his mouth, as if he had witnessed the end of the world in astonishment, and then his face flushed quickly.

Mr. Yan turned his head to look, the person standing at the door was not Yan Jinxiao?

"Little Unforgettable..." Cheng Qin's heartbeat was louder than his voice.

Yan Jinxiao stood at the door in a daze. He didn't know why, but he came here after walking on the street, as if something was guiding him.

It turns out that... Papa Yan is here.

Cheng Qin felt that the blood rushed to his head for an instant, and after a while, it all gathered in his legs.

He almost jumped off the high platform, rushed to the door at a speed that broke the world record, and threw Yan Jinxiao to the ground.

An uproar!