After receiving the news, Song Yan quickly rushed to the hospital.

She came to the door of the ward panting and looked at the boy lying on the bed waiting for the doctor to observe the condition. Song Yan's eyes were wet in an instant.

Wake up, he finally woke up!

The car accident happened unexpectedly. When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor had already issued a notice of death from her parents.

The surviving younger brother was also identified as a vegetable.

But even so, my younger brother is her only relative.

Her parents' death was unknown, and her family property was divided overnight. In order to maintain her brother's high treatment fees in the hospital, she was willing to disguise herself as a man and travel between Li Beiting and Mrs. Li.

Over the years, she never thought of giving up her younger brother.

Hard work pays off, all her efforts are not in vain, and my brother wakes up...

Song Yanhong gradually approached him with her eyes, "Acheng..."

She raised her hand to stroke the still pale face in front of her. She used to be a handsome young man, but now she is as thin as a bone and looks a little bit tidy.

She gently stroked her, but the boy on the bed was suddenly shocked, his eyes fleeing everywhere, and his body was also shrinking back.

"You, who are you..." His tone was very weak, and he was a little nervous.

Song Yan's hands were stiff in the air.

Does Ah Cheng know her anymore?

She quickly lifted up a few strands of short hair on her forehead and grabbed his hand, "Acheng, I am my sister!"

"Sister?" Song Cheng murmured to himself, looked at her dullly, and then suddenly broke away from her hand and moved on her with a strange and resistant look. "No, you are not your sister! You are a liar!"

Song Yan was slightly stunned.

fraud……

The two words were like sharp blades inserted into Song Yan's heart, causing a dull pain and silent blood.

In this world, her only relative, no longer knows her, and even accuses her of being a liar...

Song Yan felt a wall in her heart collapse.

She gently pinched Song Cheng's shoulder, "Acheng, I am your sister Song Yan, you are the only relative in the world."

"Let go!" Song Cheng frowned and resisted her, "Liar!"

He hated her, and his brother, who has always been sensible and well-behaved, had never yelled at her with such a bad attitude.

"Scammer! Scammer..."

Song Cheng's dry lips kept muttering, and he let go of Song Cheng's hand and pinched him down. How could it become like this...

"Ms. Song, the patient has just woken up and should not be subject to excessive external stimulation."

The doctor beside him spoke in time.

"What's wrong with him! Why don't you remember me?"

"I'll tell you in detail about the patient's current situation."

Song Yan looked at his thin, pale and colorless brother on the bed, frowned, and followed the doctor's steps to the door of the ward.

"Mr. Song has been sleeping for a long time, and the car accident caused his head to hurt his head before, so he has this kind of consciousness disorder now. Not only do he not remember you, but he doesn't remember everything that happened to him."

Impaired consciousness, amnesia...

He forgot her.

"When can I recover my memory!?"

The doctor pondered a little, "It may be three to five months, maybe three to five years. Maybe one day he wakes up and remembers everything. But... there is also the possibility that he will never be able to recover his memory."

Song Yan's heart sank into the bottom of the valley again, looking at the boy who had calmed down a little on the hospital bed, trying his best to restrain his inner grief.

"In the case of Mr. Song, the best way to do so is to let Mr. Song contact people and things he had known in the past as much as possible."

"He just woke up, his thinking was slow, his reactions were slow, and he had movement disorders, which were normal. He would recover slowly. Don't worry too much."

Song Yan nodded slightly, opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

After the doctor left, Song Yan returned to the edge of the hospital bed again.

Song Cheng was already asleep. Looking at his frowning brow, Song Yan wanted to reach out to smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows, but he suddenly fell into the air and hung his hands after a moment.

My younger brother, who was once close to her, can only look at him at such a close distance while he is asleep.

Song Yan sighed, "Acheng, I am really my sister."

It's your only relative.

She didn't dare to get too close to Song Cheng, for fear that he would react again, so she could only stay on the small stool in the ward for one night.

The next morning, the light shone through the window, and Song Yan realized that he had not returned to Li's house overnight.

When Song Yan thought of Li Beiteng's angry face, he couldn't help but tremble.

Finally, she tucked the corners of Song Cheng's quilt, gritted her teeth and took a taxi, and rushed towards the villa without stopping.

In the villa.

"Song Yan."

Li Beiting shouted in a deep voice.

As usual, she should have gotten up long ago and waited for him at the door.

"President, Mr. Song hasn't come back yet," the housekeeper replied.

Li Beiting frowned, "Didn't return overnight?"

"Yes."

His face became increasingly ugly. He put on his suit and was about to go out when he saw Song Yan running in.

She looked tired, her eyes were red, her head was lowered, and she tiptoed to avoid Li Beiting.

"Stop." He scolded.

Song Yan suddenly stepped slowly and heavy.

“Where did you go last night?”

Song Yan took a deep breath and pulled the corner of her mouth hard, "I got lost when I walked back."

After saying that, he continued to walk upstairs.

Li Beiting raised his cold eyes.

It only takes one hour at most to get back from the place where she drove her out of the car. Even if she gets lost, she can get there for two hours.

She is lying.

Li Beiting stepped forward, walked to her, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Tell the truth."

There was already some anger in his tone.

Song Yan lowered his eyes and was about to continue walking upstairs, but he was pulled hard by him!

Li Beiting, who was about to be furious, accidentally swept her swollen eyes, and her heart, as hard as a stone, softened.

"You're crying?"

"No."

Song Yan took a step back, denied it, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "I went to a nightclub halfway, and the lady there was too enthusiastic and she didn't sleep all night."

She said lightly, but Li Beiting's face was stained with another layer of frost.

"Go and wash up quickly, it smells sour."

Li Beiting glanced at her and walked down the steps, "I'll give you ten minutes. Go to work on time at nine o'clock."

What nerves is this man experiencing?

What's sour smell?

Song Yan pinched the clothes on her body and frowned and sniffed, and murmured in a low voice: "It doesn't smell at all."
Chapter completed!