In the bedroom on the second floor, Duanmu Mu was sleeping quietly, her slightly curly hair scattered on the pillow, and the black and white colors made her look even more haggard.

Leng Anyen gently sat on the edge of the bed and looked at this woman carefully. Although he had been awake for more than a month, he had not really taken a good look at her.

Her face is not big, it seems to be about the same as the palm of his hand. It is a standard melon seed shape. Her skin is very white and clean, like gelatin. Her eyelashes are very long. When she sleeps like this, she looks like two cattail fans. But at this moment, she is still

Wet.

Thinking that she had cried before, Leng Anyen's heart tightened. His fingers instinctively touched her eyelids, as if he wanted to erase something. When his fingers touched her skin, they slid down as if they were stuck, and finally

It stopped on her red lips and never stopped.

At this moment, something flashed through Leng Anyen's heart and mind urgently at the same time, but it was too fast for him to catch. However, his heart vibrated rapidly at such a touch, as if he had been hit by something, and then his breathing tightened.

, and immediately started coughing.

His cough disturbed the sleeping person, and he saw that her eyebrows, which were not very relaxed, were frowning rapidly at this moment, and then her lips were moving, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound was heard.

Leng Anyen held his breath nervously to prevent himself from coughing, and fixed his eyes on her lips, as if he wanted to see something clearly. Sure enough, he saw it, and he saw that her lips were clearly calling him.

His name——An Chen!

Immediately, Leng Anyen could no longer suppress her coughing, and the person on the bed was also awakened by his voice. She opened her eyes and saw Leng Anyen sitting beside the bed, surprise flashed in her black eyes, and then she hurriedly

He sat up, put his hands on his back and chest, and said anxiously, "An Chen, are you okay? Why are you coughing?"

Leng Anyen was silent. He finally coughed up the breath he was holding and then stopped. However, when he looked at the hand on his chest and the little face that was half tilted in front of him, he suddenly felt like a

It was unnatural to be struck by electricity.

Such intimacy really made him uncomfortable.

He stood up quickly, not even daring to look at her, "I'm fine, you can go to sleep!" After saying that, without waiting for her reply, he hurried out of the bedroom.

Duanmumu looked at his back, then at his hand that was still in the air, and his heart began to twitch and hurt.

The moment she opened her eyes and saw him, she thought he remembered her, but she was wrong!

Her face was buried in her palms, which seemed to still be stained with his warmth and breath, and everything that was once so familiar would only increase her sadness at this moment.

Leng Anchen hurried downstairs and bumped into Du Wen who was going upstairs. The two of them had a pause, and finally Du Wen spoke, "President, Miss Qin Qiong is here..."

she?

When he heard the name again at this moment, the joy before was gone. Instead, he felt a chill in his heart. This was related to the message he had heard before.

Du Wen probably saw what he was thinking, and said softly, "President, you don't have to worry, you can get along with her just like before!"

"What do you mean?" Leng Anyen frowned.

"Whether something is still the same as what you think in your heart, you can know if you carefully discern it," Du Wen reminded him. If you look at this woman with your current eyes, you can know whether everyone's words are true or false.

"I don't think you need to teach me this," Leng Anyen has his own pride after all. Even if it's the person closest to him, he doesn't need others to teach him how to recognize people and do things.

Looking at his proud eyes, Du Wen smiled lightly, "Of course!"

Leng Anyen glanced at Du Wen solemnly, and then walked downstairs——

Qin Qiong was wearing a fiery red gown and white trousers. She was sitting on the sofa in an eye-catching manner. Looking at her like this, Leng Anyen suddenly remembered what Du Wen had said. Didn't she have leukemia? Why did she look so energetic?

?

"An Chen..." Hearing the sound of footsteps, Qin Qiong stood up hastily, with unconcealable joy on her face.

He walked towards her, but before he could get closer, her pretty figure rushed towards him and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, "An Chen..."

Feeling the softness in his arms and looking at her smiling face, for some reason, Leng Anyen felt mixed emotions in his heart at this moment. To be honest, all his emotions were telling him that he liked this woman very much.

He almost couldn't help but raise his arms, wanting to hug her tightly, but the words of Leng Yushu and Kang Yutuo reminded him that five years had already changed them.

"I'm fine, sit down!" Leng Anyen pulled her away very sensibly, and at this moment, he clearly felt Qin Qiong's beautiful face stiffen for a moment.

Leng Anyen pretended to turn a blind eye, turned around and ordered the maid, "One cup each of black coffee and milk."

Upon hearing this, Qin Qiong immediately said, "An Chen, I don't drink milk, why did you forget?"

"I haven't forgotten, but your body seems not suitable for drinking coffee now, right?" Leng Anyen's words made Qin Qiong's expression suddenly change.

"An Chen, you, you..."

How did he know that she was sick? Didn't he have amnesia?

Seeing her panic, Leng Anyen quickly flashed a sneer on his lips, "You thought I had forgotten it, right? But there are still people who remember... As long as it is something that has been done, it is not difficult to know."

If this meant something, Qin Qiong was very confused. Being by his side like this these days was a sure sign of his feelings for her, but now it seemed that he had become suspicious, which she never expected.

"An Chen, you, don't listen to their nonsense. In fact, we went there..." Qin Qiong grabbed him and wanted to explain something.

"Qin Qiong, what's wrong with you? Why are your hands so cold?" Leng Anyen held her hand instead and pretended to be confused.

At this moment, she was completely confused by him. What he said just now, and now he is so considerate? What exactly is he thinking?

For a moment, Qin Qiong was no longer sure. She never dared to sit down again, for fear that something new would happen next. Now she needed to calm down and think about how to deal with it alone.

"Well, I'm leaving..." Qin Qiong took out her hand and stood up.

"So soon?" Leng Anyen looked at her, but today she no longer had the courage to look him in the eye.

"I just don't feel comfortable coming over to see you, and I, I ran away from the hospital..." She muttered, looking for a reason to explain herself.

Seeing this, Leng Anyen nodded, without even saying a word. Such a cold attitude was completely different from that in the hospital. Qin Qiong's heart suddenly felt cold and frightened, and her eyes turned red, "Anyen, you

Have you heard something? Those are all made up by people who are jealous of us. You don’t believe it! You should be able to see that I love you, and you will know after patting your chest and asking yourself.

Who do you love?"

Although she reminded herself to calm down, she still lost control when she saw Leng Anyen becoming indifferent to her.

The man sitting on the sofa narrowed his eyes slightly in the face of Qin Qiong's shouting, "I will verify if others are talking nonsense, but why are you panicking now?"

This irony pushed Qin Qiong's heart to the bottom. Even though this man had lost his memory, his inherent wisdom was still there.

Qin Qiong bit her lip and was speechless. Her long nails dug into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

"I have lost my memory, but it's not like my brain is broken," Leng Anyen said again, looking at Qin Qiong's increasingly ugly expression.

This time, Qin Qiong could no longer remain calm, "An Chen, I'm not panicking, I'm scared, afraid that you won't want me anymore. I can't live without you, I love you..."

Seeing her like this, Leng Anyen sighed, "If we love each other, why would I marry another woman?"

His low voice pushed Qin Qiong to the edge of despair. Her every inch was in chaos. She began to retreat step by step, and finally retreated to the door. Then she roared hysterically, "You have to ask yourself!"

After saying that, she covered her face and turned around to run out. Leng Anyen looked at her trembling figure and squeezed the edge of the sofa tightly with his hands before he restrained the urge to chase her out.

Although he was testing her, seeing her sad look still made his heart hurt, as if someone was pulling her.

boom--

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the door, and Leng Anyen, who was already struggling, could no longer calm down. He stood up, ran out and ran out.

At the door, Qin Qiong fell to the ground, covering her head with her hands, looking in pain.

"Qin Qiong," Leng Anyen stepped forward and hugged her into his arms, "What's wrong with you?"

Although An's head was calm, Qin Qiong raised her tearful eyes and looked at him, "An Chen, I suddenly feel dizzy..."

Thinking of her illness, Leng Anyen became extremely nervous, "Call an ambulance, quickly!"

"No!" Qin Qiong raised her hand to cover his mouth, and then said, "An Chen, I'm fine, I'll be fine in a moment..."

"But..." Leng Anyen wanted to say something more, but she interrupted him before he could finish.

"An Chen, I thought you would never care about me again!"

Leng Anyen's nervous emotions slowly subsided, "How could it be? After all, we are all friends!"

The word "friend" was like a steel cone piercing Qin Qiong's chest. She suddenly turned pale, "An Chen, what did you say? Friend... do you only regard me as a friend? We obviously love each other..."

"Qin Qiong!" Leng Anyen said, "No matter what I have forgotten, there is one fact that cannot be changed, that is, I have a wife, so we can only be friends!"

Yes, he is right. Whether he wants to admit it or not, Duanmumu is his rightful woman now. As for Qin Qiong, even if they love her again, I am afraid they can only be friends.

"Any Chen, don't be so cruel," Qin Qiong grabbed his clothes unwillingly, "I know you have a wife, I don't ask for any status, but please let me stay by your side and let me love you...

You know I am a dying person..."

Leng Anyen's eyes darkened. Seeing the woman in his arms shedding tears, his heart felt like being pricked by needles, especially the words 'I'm going to die', it almost killed him.

Fate, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her face.

After all, this is his beloved woman. Even if she was hurt in the past, he has forgotten it. What makes him remember is her goodness and his love for her. Now he wants him to treat her as a complete stranger. He really wants her to be treated as a stranger.

Can't do it.

His caress gave Qin Qiong hope again. She grabbed his hand, put it to her lips and kissed her, "Any Chen, I love you, I love you..."

Listening to her eager confession, a pale little face appeared in front of Leng Anyen's eyes, and a sense of guilt suddenly filled his heart. He quickly pulled out his hand, "Qin Qiong, I have a wife!"

"No, An Chen!" Qin Qiong grabbed his hand again, "I know you have a wife, I didn't want to destroy your marriage, I, I just wanted you to stay with me before you die!"

The almost pleading hope made Leng Anyen unbearable, "Qin Qiong, don't say that, you won't die, and I won't let you die... Leukemia can also be cured, and I will definitely find the best doctor for you..."

"I don't want it!" Qin Qiong suddenly grabbed his collar in pain, "An Chen, I don't want chemotherapy, I don't want to lose my hair, I don't want to become ugly, I don't want..."

Listening to her hoarse scream, Leng Anyen was a little at a loss for a moment. At this moment, he felt the woman in his arms move suddenly, and then ran away from his arms and rushed into the house.
To be continued...