After the photos were broadcast, there were Xia Yan's photos, including her artistic photos and her stills.

Jiang Lan recognized her as the woman she had just now.

Her eyes flashed.

Xia Yan, love.

These two keywords kept hitting her mind.

But before she could think about it, Pei Qingsheng had already changed the stage and changed it to a science fiction drama.

Jiang Lan lowered her head again and stared at the ground, she had no idea.

Because, when she wakes up tomorrow morning, she doesn't remember anything.

Sometimes she didn't know whether this disease was lucky or unfortunate for her.

At late afternoon, Pei Qingsheng went out and came back only at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

When he came back, he gave Jiang Lan a box.

"You put this on your hands."

Jiang Lan opened the box and lay quietly inside a white watch, but there was no pointer or timer on it. The picture displayed on the screen was the ceiling and her face.

Pei Qingsheng explained to her: "This is a mini camera. You can take a picture of what happens every day when you wear it on your hand, so you don't have to look through your laptop every day."

Jiang Lan was slightly stunned. She took out the watch from the box and looked around in her hand. The camera could take pictures of 360 degrees, and almost everything around her, including herself, could record it.

But she was about to put it on when she suddenly had an extra hand and grabbed her watch.

Jiang Lan subconsciously looked up, and Lu Jingchi stood beside her at some point.

Lu Jingchi played with the watch in his hand, looked at it for a while, then looked up at Pei Qingsheng, stretched out his hand and said, "Get it."

Pei Qing pretended to be stupid and laughed innocently, "What's the matter?"

“Receiver.”

Pei Qingsheng shrugged, "What is that?"

Lu Jingchi didn't talk to him, stared at him, as if he wouldn't give up until he handed over.

Pei Qingsheng sighed, smiled helplessly, touched it from his arms, and took out a black palm-sized display screen and threw it to Lu Jingchi.

Lu Jingchi caught the screen, checked that there was no problem before throwing the watch to Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan took the watch, looked at the two of them, and saw that no one said anything, so she put it on her hands silently.

"It's time to go to bed." Lu Jingchi threw down his words and turned around.

Jiang Lan also quickly followed her. She looked at the watch on her wrist from the outskirts and thought of the video on her phone for no reason. Her cheeks became slightly hot.

However, tonight Lu Jingchi did not enter the bedroom. Jiang Lan lay in the quilt for a long time. When she was sure that he would not come in, she closed her eyes and fell asleep deeply.

As soon as the next day, Jiang Lan was grabbed by a pair of cold hands. She sat on the bed in a daze, her eyes opened, and she was forced to stuff a glass of water and pills.

Lu Jingchi asked her to take medicine and pulled her downstairs.

When Jiang Lan woke up, he had already arrived at the airport.

She followed Lu Jingchi in confusion, passed the security check and got on the plane, and then went to bed on the plane.

She had a dream on the plane, a very long dream.

It seemed like she dreamed of her parents, but Jiang Lan couldn't see their faces clearly. She tried hard to see clearly, wanting to see clearly what her parents looked like.

But no matter how hard they try, their faces are always blurred.

All I can hear them talking and laugh.
Chapter completed!