Chapter 522

Wen churan is sitting on the sofa in the hall. A private doctor is helping her deal with her wound in the back. In front of her, a teenager is wiping her tears with a paper towel.

Yaheng probably hasn't seen anyone cry so badly. He was at a loss. He thought that Wen churan's cry was because the wound was too painful, so he shouted to the private doctor, "you move gently!"

In fact, the action of the hospital has been light.

Wen churan cried not only because of the pain in the wound, but also because of the pain in his heart.

She felt that it was too wronged to be treated like this by Sheng Shimo, and at the same time she had no choice.

He lost his memory.

Because she was saved, she was swallowed up by the memory beast. It was not easy to determine that he was still alive. It was not easy to find him. No matter how he treated her, she couldn't blame him.

She just... Suddenly had a moment that made her very scared and confused.

Is this still the ink in its heyday?

He has long since ceased to be him.

Or is this Adair not him at all? From the beginning, she made a mistake?

She wanted him to recover his memory quickly and was eager to prove that Adair was a prosperous ink, but it backfired.

Tired to give up, but unwilling to give up.

All the complicated emotions were confused. No one could talk to her, but turned into surging tears.

When Lian Sheng stood on the third floor, he could clearly hear the woman's heartbreaking cry.

He beat his heart like a whip.

He raised his arm and took a look. The trace of being scratched by a woman on his sleeve was still there.

An idea suddenly came out of her head: if he didn't impulsively shake off her hand, she wouldn't get hurt and cry like this.

After treating the wound, the private doctor told him to "remember to sleep on your stomach at night, otherwise it will compress the wound on the back of your head."

Wen churan nodded while crying.

Yaheng helped her upstairs. When she passed the third floor, no one found that a dark shadow disappeared quickly.

Back in the bedroom, Wen churan finally stopped crying, but he was still pumping.

Yaheng coaxed her with a smile, "little sister, don't cry. If you cry so well, you will attract a large number of sex wolves."

In the past, Wen churan would definitely be amused.

But at this moment, she can only try her best to hold back her tears.

Before Yaheng left the bedroom, he told him uneasily, "little sister, if your wound still hurts, shout in the bedroom and I'll come to accompany you immediately."

Wen churan nodded with a pale face.

After such a toss, it's almost dawn.

Wen churan is lying on the bed. Her collapsed mood eases a little, but she can't sleep.

At this time, the mobile phone suddenly rang. It was a strange number.

After connecting, no one spoke at the other end.

Wen churan shouted "hello? Who are you, please? "

The gap was like a silent and open abyss, without a sound.

Wen churan took his mobile phone to his eyes and made sure he didn't know the number.

After several more feedings and still no words, she hung up the phone directly.

In the quiet bedroom, although the man sat by the bed with elegant posture, his face was a little ugly, frowned tightly, as if he was worried about something, and then put down the mobile phone in his ear.

He clearly heard the voice of the woman on the phone.

Just cried hoarse, with a very strong sense of fatigue, depressed mood.

Driving his mood, it seemed that he was suddenly depressed.