Chen Jing closed the door and took out a yellowed file bag from the mezzanine on the inside of the suitcase.

She pulled open the opening of the bag and took out a piece of A4 paper.

Maybe it was well preserved, but the paper didn't feel very old.

Chen Jing's eyes fell on the contents of the paper.

It is a mental hospital diagnosis list, located in Las Vegas, and the patient's name column has two words written: Chen An.

Chen Jing bit his lower lip, then picked up the transparent gel from the side, tore it apart, and then glued the name and date on the diagnosis form until it was completely unaware.

She folded the diagnosis sheet and put it in her pocket, turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to serve a bowl of chicken soup made by Luo Xiao.

...

Second floor.

Chen Jing came to Chen An's door and tentatively knocked, "Brother?"

"Come in!" Chen An sang.

Chen Jing pushed the door and walked in. Chen An coughed lightly and hurriedly hid Coke in the quilt. He sat up, "Why haven't you been asleep yet?"

It's already ten or fifteen, and Mu Chengfei hasn't come back yet...

Still buying underwear?!

"It's still early, I'm not sleepy," Chen Jing bent down and put the chicken soup on the bedside table. "Brother, if you have a cold, be careful about your health and don't watch TV series."

"I didn't catch a cold again!"

After saying that, Chen An suddenly sneezes.

“…”

I'll go.

Chen An reached out and pulled the paper, "Sorry, rhinitis."

Chen Jing stood aside. Since she learned about her existence, Chen An has always been good to her, and has both material and spiritual concern. Over the years, most of her and her mother's expenses have been paid by Chen An.

She didn't hate him...but that wasn't a reason.

Chen Jing wanted to confirm whether Chen An really didn't remember anything. If this list could make him remember something, it would just make Mo Nanjue nervous so that he would not drive her away.

After all, Tong Ran's actions did scare her last night. Chen Jing was afraid that Tong Ran would attack her, because no one would stand on her side in that case.

She thought that if Chen An saw it, he would be able to remember some memory fragments.

Chen Jing said in a warm voice, "Brother, you have some chicken soup, don't stay up late when you have a cold."

Chen An nodded and took the bowl beside him. Chen Jing looked at his drinking soup, reached into his pocket, and took out the diagnosis form, "Does it taste good? It seems to be made by Luo Xiao."

Chen An was already familiar with drinking it, "Just he could make this taste."

“…”

He put down the bowl, and Chen Jing suddenly spoke, "By the way, I have something to ask you."

Chen An raised his eyes, "Hmm? What?"

Chen Jing took out the diagnosis form, unfolded it and handed it over, "It's this, I want to ask if you are..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure outside the door suddenly flashed in, and Chen Jing’s confirmation form handed in mid-air was taken away!

Chen Jing was stunned and raised her eyes to meet Mo Nanjue's cold eyes.

She subconsciously shrank her shoulders, and Mo Nanjue glanced at the contents on the list, her handsome face was slightly cold, and a large piece of ice ray suddenly formed in her eyes.

Chen An was confused and looked up at him, "Jue, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Mo Nanjue clenched the diagnosis sheet, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his tone was casual, "It was my diagnosis sheet for muscle atrophy. Mo Yaochen took it from the study in the afternoon to play. I don't know why it came to her."

As he said that, the man looked at Chen Jing with a very cold look.
Chapter completed!