The villain became a sticky spirit after losing his memory

As if afraid of breaking this beauty, he stroked the young man's face, kissing him gently and carefully.

Yan Zhi closed her eyes tightly, her trembling eyelashes were as nervous as kissing her first love for many years.

None of them spoke, and they were all enjoying the sweetness of kissing together. This throbbing made this simple kiss long and happy.

If it weren't for the appearance of a certain system, they might have encountered more heartbeats tonight.

It's just unfortunate that Mr. Xiaoba warned loudly: "Host! The villain has a white moonlight, and the villain has a white moonlight!"

That voice was so ear-piercing that Yan Zhi, who was still a little intoxicated, suddenly woke up, and these words pierced into his heart.

He was kissed with his eyes open, his agitated heart had already calmed down, Xiao Ba was right, not only was he kissing a man, but this man also had Bai Yueguang in his heart.

The plot of the villain's obsession with Bai Yueguang and Liao Qing was designed by him as a comic author, but at this moment, he felt a slight tingling pain in his heart.

When he pushed the man away, there was a trace of regret in his heart——

If it wasn't for this man's sweetheart, would he and Fan Zhi have a little chance of developing?

Just, no if.

Even if he couldn't resist the man's kiss, even if he was somewhat nostalgic for this kiss, even if he could feel a little bit of his heart for this man...

But so what, all this is just a dream, when Fanzhi really recovers his memory, all this will only be a dream, leaving no trace.

Fan Zhi's intimacy with his wife was interrupted twice a day, and he wanted to kill someone, but this time he was interrupted by his wife, so he had to swallow the foam in his stomach.

He didn't know what happened, but felt that his wife's aura had changed, from a shy little white rabbit to a cold gray rabbit.

He tried to step forward to hug his wife and calm his emotions, but he was pressed against his chest by a hand, and he couldn't get closer.

They are so close, yet feel so far away.

The young man lowered his head slightly, as if he was considering something, then raised his head and looked at him lightly, with a sneer on his lips, and said, "Aren't you going to divorce and find your white moonlight?"

Finally, Yan Zhi spoke out in a fit of anger, the question that concerned him the most.

Even if he didn't have any hope for the obsession with amnesia, he probably guessed that the man couldn't answer his question.

But the stalking in my heart was so strong that I still couldn't help but want to ask, as if it would make me feel better.

Fanzhi rubbed his wife's wrist, feeling intimate and attached, and then he hugged his wife's waist, resting his chin on the young man's shoulder, and kept rubbing his lips against his earlobe, his voice was deliberate, "Wife, don't I want to take advantage of my amnesia to make up nonsense, I only have you in my heart."

Yan Zhi didn't really believe this kind of answer, but the choked feeling in her heart was inexplicably released, and everything became clear.

The corners of his lips could not help but curl up, and then he turned his back, pretending that he still cared about the matter, so as to avoid the deep intimacy between the two of them.

Fan Zhi hugged him from behind, and said affectionately: "My wife, I have always loved you."

"You are my eternal white moonlight."

Fanzhi once, kissed the back of the young man's neck tirelessly, and said a word of love every time he kissed, but it was all the man's sincere words.

Yan Zhi fell asleep in such warm words, with long breaths and endless dreams.

Fanzhi heard the even breathing in his ear, and pampered his wife with a soft kiss, "Good night, wife."

He hugged his lover tightly and fell asleep together.

If Yan Zhi's dream is a continuous good dream, then Fan Zhi's dream is a sad dream.

He seemed to have dreamed that dream many times, so that when he saw it, he felt a strong sense of familiarity.

It was a scene filled with clouds and fog. All he could see was the back of a person. The person in the fog was walking forward step by step, getting farther and farther away from him. He felt unprecedented sadness, heavy and desolate.

It seems that he is losing the person he loves the most in this life...

A faint male voice sounded in my ears: "What dream did you have? You were crying."

Fan Zhi opened his eyes, as if he was still immersed in a dream, when he heard his wife's voice, he turned his head, and the tears in the corners of his eyes also slipped into the pillow.

"Can not remember."

The man wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, he had already forgotten what dream he had, he just felt very sad.

Yan Zhi watched indifferently from the side, lost in thought, not because of anything else, but because of the cry in the man's mouth before he woke up——

"Honey, don't go!"

The sense of fragmentation in the voice shocked the listeners, but they didn't know whether the "wife" was referring to him or Liao Qing?

Probably it was Liao Qing, maybe it was the Brahma obsession before amnesia, the infatuated call for his sweetheart in the subconscious, after all, it couldn't be him...

Yan Zhi endured the soreness after the analysis, and got up and dressed by herself. In fact, when he woke up, he was in the warm embrace of a man.

At that time, he felt warm and happy, but he was given warmth and fell into a trough, which was always only a moment.

Inexplicably, he felt disgusted by being controlled by others.

Yan Zhi didn't say a word to Fan Zhi, he took the tablet and drawing board from the drawer and tidied up his belongings.

He said, "I'm going out," and left the bedroom.

It was rare for Fanzhi not to see his wife's depression in the first place. He thought it was normal. His wife often went out to paint early in the morning, saying that the air was good and inspired.

He shakes off the residual sadness, it's not his style, he's not a weak person.

After getting up and taking a hot shower, Fanzhi went directly to the company.

Fanzhi's company was gradually grown by Fanzhi's own strength. When he took over at the age of 18, it was still a mess in the hands of his uncle.

Both he and his younger brother were brought up by his grandfather, and his parents died when he was very young. Even if he wanted to help him overcome obstacles, there was nothing he could do in the underworld.

It was he who slowly purged the company's veterans, dealt with some people, and finally slowly expanded the company.

How much hardship has been along the way, and how much suffering Fanzhi has suffered as a young adult, but fortunately, those are all in the past.

Now Fanjia's group - Rimu Group, has become popular all over the country, covering a wide range, and many of them have gone abroad, so it can be called a domestic business giant.

The moment he stepped into the office, someone was already waiting there. It was the professional psychologist Yuan Li had arranged for him.

Fan Zhi sat on the chair, folded his hands on the desk, and said to the psychiatrist on the sofa: "Dr. Li, I specially invited you here this time, and I want to ask you for a favor."

Then the voice paused, and solemnly said: "Please help me eliminate the secondary personality in my body!"?