"Whenever there is another way, do you think I will treat her like this?"
Fu Yanye's throat was a little itchy.
Ouyang Ping listened to his voice and looked at his wet eyes, and then slowly pulled her reason back. When she looked at the person on the bed, she still couldn't help but shed tears.
They have been adults for a long time, and she has long forgotten how she shed tears.
She sat in front of the hospital bed, raised her hand and gently stroked Zhuo Jian's face.
Zhuo Jian felt a little cool when he felt different from his own temperature. His eyelashes moved. When he woke up again, he asked her in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"
"A Jian, I am your sister Pingping."
Ouyang Ping said softly.
"Sister Pingping? He is a murderer."
Zhuo Jian couldn't remember it, but when she saw Fu Yanye, she couldn't help saying this.
Ouyang Ping looked at Fu Yanye in a blink of an eye, and then looked at her again, "How could he be a murderer? He is your husband."
"He is not my husband, I am not Zhuo Jian."
“…”
Ouyang Ping was stunned, but soon came to her senses. Li Yuqing told her about Zhuo Jian's situation, "He is your husband, the father of your four children."
"No, I have a husband, but if he was killed, can you let me leave him? I want to go back, I want to go back to see my husband."
She said, tears kept falling again.
"That person is the real murderer. I am a lawyer. Don't you believe me?"
"lawyer?"
"Yes, I am a lawyer, I have proof of Reese's crime, which you found for me in person."
“…”
Zhuo Jian had a headache again, but she couldn't understand.
How could she do that?
"Ajan, it was you who personally sent Reese to prison, so you lost your memory and brainwashed him into his beloved wife. It was his conspiracy and his revenge on you and your wife."
“…”
Zhuo Jian couldn't accept it, she didn't believe it.
"He is a very cold and arrogant person. If you were not his wife, he wouldn't care about you at all."
Ouyang Ping told her again, about Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian didn't believe it, "He is a murderer."
"He is not, A Jian, Fu Yanye, please go out first, I want to talk to her."
Ouyang Ping turned around and looked at the person standing at the window with a serious explanation.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything and turned around and left the ward.
The door of the ward was closed, Ouyang Ping looked at the door, and then looked at the person lying on the bed. She untied Zhuo Jian's bound hands and feet, "We grew up together, you used to be our city."
The happiest little princess, but when you were eighteen years old, your father suddenly jumped off the building and committed suicide. He thought he had violated the law. In fact, it was not. It was Ruisi and another person who claimed to be your family friendship and used you and your mother to force him.
He jumped off the building and committed suicide.”
“…”
"A Jian, you have to receive treatment. You have to remember the truth and falsehood, who is right and who is wrong, and who is the murderer, will naturally know."
She preached to Zhuo Jian seriously.
"I have some medications regularly, but they are useless."
Zhuo Jian also wanted to remember something.
But during these days, she was taking medicine, but it didn't work.
"The medication you take certainly won't work, because the medication you take is not treating amnesia at all."
"No? That's, what?"
She looked at the woman in gray formal attire in front of her, and for some reason, she actually raised some respect.
"It's something that you can never remember in your life."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at her in disbelief, and then shook her head again after a long time: "No, he won't treat me that much."
"Cunning enemies often treat their enemies in the most unexpected way. This is the lawsuit I just finished. The bad guy raised the girl for eighteen years and asked her to kill her biological father."
“…”
Zhuo Jian still couldn't believe it, but what the person in front of him seemed to really exist again.
"A Jian, I guarantee to you with my personality that as long as you receive good treatment, you will definitely get better. At that time, we will know who the real murderer is."
"No, I can't believe you."
She was already shaken, but in the end she came to her senses. She couldn't just listen to a stranger's words.
"If not, then we will make an agreement."
"What agreement?"
"A half a year."
"A half a year?"
"You cooperate with the treatment within half a year, and if there is no effect in half a year, you will be let go."
“…”
It's hard not to shake it.
As long as she stays here for half a year, she will be able to leave?
"I can hand over the cause that I regard as life to you. If one of my words is false, you can report me to your superiors."
Ouyang Ping told her firmly.
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at her, then fell into deep thought again.
I don’t know how long it took, but the snow outside was very thick, and the door of the ward was opened.
Fu Yanye's lonely figure standing by the wall, and when he saw Ouyang Ping come out, he had a trace of hope.
"how?"
He asked weakly.
"She is willing to cooperate with the treatment, but she wants to attend Reese's funeral."
“…”
Fu Yanye fell silent.
"Fu Yanye, if you want her to have a slight affection for you, at least you have to give and compromise with her."
Ouyang Ping reminded him.
"I told her."
Fu Yanye thought about it and pushed open the door again.
Ouyang Ping stood at the door, watching him walk to the hospital bed and sit in a chair, looking at Zhuo Jian's sickly little face, "What if he is not dead?"
"Not dead?"
"Can you make a phone call?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at his bottomless eyes and suddenly didn't know whether he should agree to him.
"You can definitely tell the voice of that person, right?"
Fu Yanye said again.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and nodded.
Fu Yanye took out his cell phone, and his cell phone screen was still a group photo of them. Zhuo Jian looked down silently, and Fu Yanye dialed the number.
Waiting for the other side to connect, he handed the phone to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian took it carefully and slowly, put it in his ear, but still couldn't find his voice: "Hey?"
"Remember what I said to you before? Living is hope, we will always see you again."
The beautiful English over there quickly made her cry like rain.
"I thought you were dead."
She couldn't help sobbing softly.
"Have you heard of "fake death?"
Ask her there.
She nodded and remembered that he couldn't see it, and nodded again.
Soon the phone was hung up there, and she looked at Fu Yanye again, wiped her tears and returned the phone to him.
Fu Yanye looked at her crying so sadly: "Don't you ask him if he has done anything to sorry for you?"
"How did he make you trust him so much?"
Fu Yanye glanced at her and continued to ask in a deep voice.