The real young master rolls over after pretending to have amnesia

Wen Shaohua's shout alarmed the old butler standing outside.

When the old housekeeper came in, he saw Wen Ze fall to the ground, covering half of his face, and weeping uncontrollably.

He didn't care how dark Wen Shaohua's face was at the moment, so he hurried forward and pulled Wen Ze's hand away, only to see a clearly visible slap print on his face, and he felt distressed immediately, "Oh, this is ...What's the matter? Why did you make your husband angry again?"

"Take him out, don't bother me here! Take him away quickly." Wen Shaohua patted the table, "Also, from now on, I will transfer your living expenses directly to Wen Qing's card. I'm sorry, then deduct it directly."

Wen Ze didn't dare to say a word, he didn't even dare to cry aloud, he was in a daze, and waved away the butler's hand.

Upon hearing this, the old housekeeper became anxious, "No, Mr. Wen, Mr. Ze is still in school, how can he survive without living expenses?"

Wen Shaohua stared at him, "You also need to take care of the decisions I make? Or do you not want to do it anymore! If you can't stay any longer, get the hell out of here."

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Not only did Wen Ze lie to him to make him angry, but also since Wen Qing lost his memory, he had been suppressing a fire in his heart.

Originally, he wanted to forgive Wen Ze because of the affection he had raised for many years, but he found that Wen Ze was becoming more and more outrageous.

Wen Qing's amnesia originated from Wen Ze, who pushed people down the stairs on purpose, and now he keeps lying to himself again and again without repentance, which makes Wen Shaohua angry.

Wen Shaohua was furious: "Fortunately, you reminded me that since you can't live without living expenses, then give him one thousand a month. You should also experience how Wen Qing came here. After all, only in this way can you grow up Tool! If anyone of you dares to give him more points, don't blame me for being rude!"

No one dared to speak anymore, and Wen Ze even forgot how he got out of the room.

Just now my face was numb, but now I realized later that I realized that the left side of my face was in burning pain.

He usually pays the most attention to his appearance, but when he looked in the mirror, he saw that the slap marks that were red just now had turned into bruises in less than half an hour. It is conceivable that Wen Shaohua has dealt a lot of hands.

He has never been treated like this!

The tear stains on the face and the bruises were too ugly to look at. Wen Ze locked himself in the room and cried for a long time.

But after crying, he slowly calmed down.

There must be something tricky about this matter, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence!

Wen Shaohua never took care of family affairs, so how could he know that he took Wen Qing's money, including today, he could even know that he was lying, so he slapped him hard.

He had been suspicious since Wen Qing lost his memory, and this was really a coincidence.

It happened that when his father came home, Wen Qing fell downstairs, but after losing his memory, not only his personality changed, but Wen Shaohua's attitude towards him also changed.

If it were all a coincidence, Wen Ze wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death, that bitch Wen Qing is definitely pretending!

While he was thinking wildly, someone knocked on the door of the room. He thought it was Wen Shaohua, but just as he shed a few tears, he saw the old housekeeper.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Ze was very dissatisfied.

The old butler held the ointment in his hand and tried to rub it on his face: "If you put this ointment on, it will reduce the swelling. What a beast, you can actually do such a cruel thing to your son."

Hearing what he said, Wen Ze suddenly became angry and threw the ointment on the ground: "Who are you scolding?!"

Even if Wen Shaohua beat him, but it was his father, why should a servant dictate their family affairs, if he wanted to blame it, he would blame that bitch Wen Qing.

"You've been staying in our house for a long time, and you really don't think you're an outsider!" Wen Ze was angry, and was worried that he had nowhere to vent. He knew that the butler was the most sincere to him, so he slapped his hand and slapped him right now. On the face of the old housekeeper, "You can keep that broken ointment and wipe it off yourself, you don't need to give it to me, it's disgusting!"

"You..." The old housekeeper bent down to pick up the ointment, hesitant to speak, "Yes."

Wen Ze didn't lose his temper, and sat on the bed and said to himself, "It's a good way to take the opportunity to pretend to be amnesia! That bitch is definitely faking it, and I will definitely not let him have a good life when he comes back!"

The old butler looked up at him.

"Do you think everyone is blind? I really can't see that he is pretending? I only told him about the IOU yesterday. If he hadn't told my dad, how would my dad know!" Wen Ze said to himself, With a sneer, "If my dad finds out that he is faking it, what do you think will happen?"

"I will... drive him away." The old butler answered.

Wen Ze was very satisfied with this answer, and said with a smile, "Okay, then everything will be fine when he comes back."

Wen Qing didn't know what small plans Wen Ze was planning. He had been preparing for his discharge from the hospital for the past two days. On the day he was discharged from the hospital, it was Liao Yuan who came to pick him up.

Amnesia is a disease that can't be cured by staying in the hospital for observation. The best way is to take it home to rest and go to familiar places to find memories. Maybe there is a possibility of recovery, so Wen Shaohua gave Wen Qing went through the discharge procedures.

Wen Qing is now 19 years old and admitted to the North Province Academy of Fine Arts as a freshman. Because of this sudden fall, even the school took sick leave and took a break from school for a while.

Wen Qing didn't care if he missed his homework, after all, he had learned those homework a long time ago.Since he is on leave of school, he can do design at home, and he is happy to be free.

On the day Wen Qing was discharged from the hospital, Liao Yuan drove over in a pickup truck. Fortunately, Wen Qing's school was in the local area. The two first loaded the hospital's luggage into the car, and then went to Wen Qing's school.

Because of Wen Qing's "amnesia", she didn't recognize her own things, so she asked her roommate to help organize them.

Although Wen Qing didn't have much money in the past, after tidying up, they were still full of five suitcases. It was the scorching heat, and when they moved everything back to Wen's house, both of them were sweaty from exhaustion.

"Wen Qing, it's too hot, do you want to take you to take a bath?" Liao Yuan sat on Wen Qing's bed, holding Wen Qing's small portable fan to blow himself.

The weather is too hot, even if the air conditioner is turned on at home, I still feel sticky on my body.

Wen Qing didn't expect Liao Yuan to make such a proposal. He looked down, subconsciously remembered his "inferiority" in his previous life, and resolutely rejected the other party's request: "No, I'm too lazy to move. You can go wash in my bedroom."

Liao Yuan also knew that he would not agree, and simply thought about it, "Then I'll go to your room, where are you going? With me?"

Wen Qing frowned in anger: "Not with you, I asked Chen Yuan to take me to another bathroom to wash!"

"Hey, that's such a pity. I wanted to take you to find memories." Liao Yuan expressed regret, making up nonsense while taking off his shirt, ignoring the fact that there was a living person beside him.

Wen Qing didn't want to pay attention to him, avoided his sight, and called Chen Yuan to take him to the bathroom next door to take a bath.

She was just a little sweaty, and Wen Qing took a quick shower.After he returned to his bedroom, Liao Yuan was still dawdling in the bathroom.

But when Liao Yuan came out, he saw that the other party was naked from the upper body, only wearing a bath towel under his body, Wen Qing immediately turned his head away like a conditioned reflex, thinking that they are not close to each other.

Liao Yuan naturally saw his reaction. The more Wen Qing was like this, the more he wanted to think wrongly: "There is still water on my body that hasn't been wiped off. You wiped it off for me in the past."

Wen Qing was about to say no, but suddenly thought, no, it's different now, why is he so afraid of Liao Yuan?

Last time, because of a kiss, Liao Yuan could be frightened into speechlessness. He saw that Liao Yuan was just a pretending paper tiger, and he was not that powerful at all.

Besides, a person as thick-skinned as Liao Yuan can become his defeat, what does this mean? !It must mean that he, Wen Qing, is more skilled than Liao Yuan.

So why be afraid of Liao Yuan, that man has nothing to be afraid of!

Thinking of it this way, Wen Qing felt that his self-confidence instantly exploded. Since someone exposed his flesh for free, why didn't he watch it.

Wen Qingqi turned around imposingly, and looked uprightly at the abdominal muscles of the posterity: "It's not big enough, just practice more."

The water drops on the hair slid down Liao Yuan's collarbone, and Wen Qing's gaze followed the water drops all the way down...

There is not a trace of fat on this man's waist. In fact, he was talking nonsense just now. Liao Yuan doesn't need to practice anymore. It is a real male dog's waist, with firm and powerful muscles.The water stains on the body that haven't been wiped off are like some kind of thin sweat after the event, rising and falling with the breath, the visual impact is really shocking.

Wen Qing is not afraid of him at all at the moment, enjoying the visual feast openly and aboveboard. As the saying goes, as long as he is not embarrassed, the embarrassing one is the other party.

Sure enough, when he stared at Liao Yuan, the man was really embarrassed, and didn't say any more flirty words to him, but just stood there and let him look at him.

It's more satisfying to let this person suffer in front of him than to settle old scores with Wen Ze.

"Don't you want me to wipe it for you? Where's the towel?" Wen Qing was very cooperative.

Who told Liao Yuan to always lie to him and arrange him, then he might as well change his old way of getting along, actively cater to the other party, and let Liao Yuan get into the cracks of the ground shamelessly.

After making up her mind, Wen Qing cheerfully brought a towel: "Since it's a memory from the past, then you wait, I have to wipe it for you."

Liao Yuan was at his mercy, and Wen Qing felt that he was really under control of this man.

He squatted down, continued to move his hands, and "helped" without distraction, but because of this, he failed to notice Liao Yuan's eyes that were gradually dimming.

When he realized something was wrong, it was Wen Qing who heard Liao Yuan's heavy breathing. The man's abdominal muscles rose and fell, and his whole body was tense and stiff.

The movements in Wen Qing's hands paused for a moment, and then slowly raised his head. After he saw Liao Yuan's eyes clearly, he belatedly screamed inwardly, and threw the towel on the ground helplessly. .

But it was too late to escape, Liao Yuan grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and pulled it hard, the two of them fell on the bed, and Wen Qing pressed onto someone's bath towel just like that.

"Wen Qing." Liao Yuan put his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, breathing behind his ears, his voice was low, "How about continuing to search for memories?"