【Double Life】The Redeemer

It took a long time for Liang Chuan to calm down, and Liang Chuan's mood gradually stabilized. He only felt sleepy.

One of the sequelae of the drug, Liang Chuan's physical strength and energy were greatly reduced.

He wanted to lie down on the accompanying bed next to him for a while, but An Jia pulled his right hand, Liang Chuan hissed, and withdrew his hand.

Only then did An Jia notice that the man's hand, which had been hidden in the sleeve of his coat, was wrapped in gauze.

"Uncle Liang, what's wrong with your hand?" An Jia asked worriedly, and then wanted to get up.

"Lie down. I'm fine. I was cut off by a vase and bandaged." Liang Chuan looked at him and said, "It's nothing serious."

An Jia stopped moving after hearing the words, and lay back on the bed comfortably, "Uncle Liang, you have lost a lot of weight, are you busy with the company?"

In his current memory, he was a staff member in Liang Chuan's company.

"It's okay." Liang Chuan smiled reassuringly at him, the sleepiness submerged like a tide, and it was difficult to lift his eyelids, "Xiaojia, I want to rest for a while..."

"Uncle Liang, come to sleep with me." An Jia patted the side, "I miss you so much, I want to hug you, is that okay?" With a smile on his face, he felt a little coquettish at the end.

"..." Liang Chuan's heart trembled, sweet and astringent, "What should I do if I touch your wound?"

"I'm much better now. The doctor said that I can leave the hospital after the stitches are removed in a few weeks." An Jia waved to him, "Uncle Liang, do you think this place is too narrow to sleep comfortably? Let's rest on the bed."

Hearing this, Liang Chuan took off his overcoat and lay down on the bed facing An Jia, because An Jia was sitting on his back now, and Liang Chuan seemed to be lying in his arms.

He looked up at An Jia and smiled, "I want to sleep, but I can't."

An Jia raised her hand and gently covered his eyes, "How about this?" Her voice was crisp and numb.

Liang Chuan hummed, and finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.

After the person finally fell asleep, An Jia took his hand away, and he stared at Liang Chuan's sleeping face. There were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and his brows were tightly knit together.

What is he upset about?

Haven't all their worries together been resolved?

An Jia thought.

...

A few days before the Chinese New Year, the capital cleared up.

The glass wall of the cafe shone in the light, making Liang Chuan's whole body into a halo. When he lowered his head to think, no one could see clearly what he was thinking.

Silver-gray suit vest, white shirt, blond curly hair, stirring coffee, a slender white wrist at the cuff.

Very noble temperament.

Ouyang Cheng thought, just like a king.But such a person would actually be killed by his friend An Jia...

Oh, he just remembered that his good friend An Jia had already forgotten him.

Tsk, I thought of another life.Why do you want to make it look like you can't get along with Liang Chuan before, just get married on the spot.

"Mr. Liang." Not to mention, Ouyang Cheng really didn't dare to call Liang Chuan Uncle Liang anymore.

"Sit down." Liang Chuan looked at him now, "It stands to reason that you can also be regarded as my nephew. If you call me uncle, I will call you Xiaocheng."

After asking the waiter to give him a glass of water, Ouyang Cheng quickly waved his hand, "I can call you Mr. Liang, but I might really dare not call you Uncle Liang. If that kid An Jia regains his memory, he must stamp me. God knows where he got such jealousy."

After he finished speaking, he realized that Liang Chuan had been looking at him with a smile, which made Ouyang Cheng's heart shudder.

Liang Chuan didn't speak, Ouyang Cheng rolled his eyes and smiled, "Mr. Liang, I probably understand what you mean by calling me here today. Don't worry, I'm the most knowledgeable person. I'll deal with the matter between you and An Jia." Even if you are An Jia's friend, you won't interfere in matters of relationship."

He stopped the hand stirring the coffee, and the arc of the corner of his mouth remained unchanged, "It's not about this."

"Huh?" Ouyang Cheng was stunned.

Liang Chuan relaxed his body and sank into the sofa, clasped his hands in front of him, "If he wants to know something, there's no need to hide it. I'm looking for you, just want to know something about Xiao Jia."

"Ah, this..." Ouyang Cheng really couldn't understand these two people, "His condition? Isn't he about to be discharged from the hospital now?"

"You know, I mean his psychological and mental condition."

Ouyang Cheng pondered for a moment, then beckoned the waiter to come over with a pen and paper, wrote a phone number and handed it to Liang Chuan.

"This is the psychiatrist treating An Jia."

"Thank you." Liang Chuan paused, the smile on his face faded a bit, and he looked very calm, "If you want to restore An Jia's memory, I will not object."

"... "

Liang Chuan didn't say anything more. When he got up and walked out of the coffee shop, he received a call from An Jia.

"Xiaojia."

"Uncle Liang, I'm leaving the hospital today, won't you come pick me up?"

Liang Chuan raised his hand to check the time, "Isn't it three o'clock in the afternoon? I'll be right over now."

When he rushed to the ward of the hospital, his things had been packed, but no one was there. Liang Chuan turned around, but bumped into An Jia's arms.

Liang Chuan smiled lightly, "Where did you go?" He looked up at him, his blue eyes were full of tenderness.

An Jia wrapped her arms around his waist with one hand, and took out a bunch of fiery red roses with the other hand, exactly eleven.

"Uncle Liang, let's get married."