It has been an hour since Xiang Qinghao woke up. At this time, only Xiang Bohan is with him. Some complex drug ingredients were found in Xiang Qinghao's blood. After repeated determination by the doctor, it was developed by the Xiang family.
A memory cleansing potion.
After hearing this, Xiang Bohan's face turned gloomy as iron. Someone dared to use cleaning potions on his nephew in his laboratory.
Xiang Qinghao was sitting on the sofa at this moment, and his fingers quickly flipped the iPad in his hand. He was the pride of heaven who had been holding in his palm since he was a child. Therefore, his growth experience can be described as a record of one frame after another.
Go down.
Even though he lost his memory, it did not affect his developed brain nerves or his ability to accept things calmly and rationally.
Although Xiang Bohan was extremely angry, he should be glad that the other party did not take the life of his nephew. Otherwise, how could he explain to the elders of the family?
"Qinghao, is there anything else I don't understand?"
Xiang Bohan looked at his nephew and his tone became much gentler.
Xiang Qinghao finished reading his growth record, and the blank area in his mind was perfectly contacted. Xiang Bohan also explained what had just happened here. Now, he had completely understood the original ending of the matter.
"Uncle Qi, I understand who I am, but I still don't remember some details clearly."
"You just need to know who you are and what your mission is. In terms of details, you still have a lot of time to fill it."
Xiang Bohan was relieved about his current recovery.
"We have an insider here, I must find this person."
Xiang Bohan clenched his fists and looked at his nephew who was thinking about his eyes, "I'll ask you to take you back to Xiang's house to rest. In a short time, leave the matter here to me."
"Then you must be careful, too, uncle."
Xiang Qinghao said with concern. Compared to him before he lost his memory, at this moment, his eyes were constantly flashing with confusion, and he even wanted to fill other blank memories.
Xiang Qinghao was sent back to Xiang's house, and Xiang Bohan stayed to investigate the matter.
Xiang House is located in a very mysterious forest. Outside the door is the self-built airport. A house covering an area of nearly 10,000 square meters is filled with an ancient atmosphere under the starry sky. This is the Xiang family’s nearly a hundred years of age.
The house has been spreading continuously from its original ancestors to the present, and this family has undergone generations of changes and has the glory of the current pharmaceutical empire.
Xiang Qinghao closed his suit. Although he had lost his memory, there were some things that were made into his inspiration and could not be washed away by potions.
It was intimate to this house. He even knew where the other end of these corridors was, as if it was something he subconsciously knew, and this made him feel more familiar and intimate about all this.
"Qinghao..." Xiang's mother, who had already received the notice, rushed over and looked at her straight and unscathed son in front of her, and hugged her tightly and sobbed.
Xiang Qinghao reached out to hug his mother and called out softly, "Mom."
This tone made Mrs. Xiang cry immediately and joy surged. Although her son lost his memory, the tone of calling her was still the same as before.
Her son has not changed.
At this time, Xiang Qinghao saw the man next to him, and he called out, "Dad."
"You little brat, don't you know how to protect yourself?
Let's worry so much."
Xiang Sinian pretended to curse.
Mrs. Xiang immediately protected her son, "What are you doing to scold her son?
He doesn't want to make it like this either."
Xiang Qinghao bent his lips and smiled. At this time, in the crowd we were greeting, an old man in his seventies came over in a wheelchair. An old man was standing beside him. Mrs. Xiang pushed him, "Your grandpa and great grandpa."
Come on, go and say hello.”
Xiang Qinghao walked to the two elders, and his eyes showed respect for the elders, "Grandpa, great-grandpa."
"Although we have less feelings, we are still the grandson I love the most."
Mr. Xiang reached out and patted him.
"Qinghao! My old bone cannot withstand you so scared. You are killing me!"
Old Mr. Xiang reached out and held him tightly with his dry bone-like hands, "Nothing is allowed."
Xiang Qinghao was surrounded by his relatives, and he quickly integrated into his identity as the prince of the Xiang family. However, in his memory, he forgot that there was a girl who appeared grandly in his life, and no one
I mentioned it to him, but he couldn't remember her.
But he didn't know that this girl was thinking about him at this moment.
Jiang Xinwei has been a little uneasy these two days. Even though she had a good inspiration for the field trip this time, Jiang Shan also liked the manuscript she handed in. However, since Xiang Qinghao left the country, she thought he would be there.
I sent her a message, but she had been waiting for two days, but she hadn't waited.
There are always some things in her heart.
Because when he left, although his tone was relaxed, it might make him rush over without stopping, that must be no trivial matter.
Today, while taking a nap in the office, she had a nightmare, and she was awakened. In the nightmare, she seemed to see Xiang Qinghao coming back, but she stood behind him and wanted to catch up with him, but
He seemed to have not seen her, and kept walking very fast, and he didn't hear her cry.
Jiang Xinwei, who was awakened, was breathing slightly. She gathered her long hair and in the office where the air conditioner was blowing, she was sweating in a cold sweat. She was holding a tissue to wipe sweat.
Her heart was still thrusting, even though it was just a dream, it made her feel heart-wrenching sadness.
Jiang Xinwei bit her red lips and reached out to grab the phone next to her. She found Xiang Qinghao's number. She didn't dare to disturb him, but at this moment, she seemed to have found great courage.
She called.
The phone was connected, which made her heart tense again.
She was waiting nervously, looking forward to his familiar voice.
At this moment, at Xiang's house, Xiang Qinghao, who had just taken a shower, heard the phone on the desktop ringing. He frowned. After all, he had forgotten so many things.
He is more cautious about the calls made by his mobile phone.
He took a look and called the number of Country Z, and the name on it Jiang Xinwei was the name of a girl.
Xiang Qinghao narrowed his eyes and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to pick it up. His voice restored his usual coldness, "Hey! Who?"
Jiang Xinwei opened her eyes and looked at her phone again in disbelief. She didn't dial the wrong number! Wait, the sound line looked like Xiang Qinghao's.
"I am Xinwei, Qinghao, is it you?"
Jiang Xinwei asked tentatively.
"I am Xiang Qinghao, who are you?"
Xiang Qinghao asked back, curious about the sweet female voice in his ears.
Jiang Xinwei's breathing was suffocated, and her heart was about to burst into pieces. Is this a dream?
Is this the dream I just now?
"You don't know who I am?"
Jiang Xinwei covered her lips and controlled her voice to calm down.
Was he teasing her on purpose?
Xiang Qinghao heard this injured woman, and he frowned again. Who is she?
Why is it in his mobile phone number?
He wanted to grab some memories of Jiang Xinwei from his head, but it was a completely blank existence.
The silence on the opposite side made Jiang Xinwei's face pale. She was waiting for him to recover from the gentle Xiang Qinghao, and she would call her name gently the next second.
"Do you have something to ask me for?"
When Xiang Qinghao was unable to determine her importance, he only wanted to know the purpose of her calling.
Jiang Xinwei held the phone and was trembling all over. Finally, she couldn't help crying, "Xiang Qinghao, don't you remember me?"
What happened to you?
I am Jiang Xinwei."
Xiang Qinghao listened to this crying voice, his fists subconsciously clenched, as if he also subconsciously clenched his heart.
"I did have something wrong, I lost my memory. Miss Jiang, if you have anything important, you can tell me."
Xiang Qinghao's voice was still cold.
This is his current attitude towards the outside world, because he has amnesia, it is likely that some people with intentions will have some bad thoughts.
Therefore, he will never show too much personal feelings to people he doesn't know.
"You've lost your memory?"
Jiang Xinwei's head exploded. What happened to him?
"Then are you injured?"
Jiang Xinwei's first thought was to care about him.
"I just suffered some minor head injuries and nothing happened to my body. Thank you for your concern."
Xiang Qinghao said politely.
Jiang Xinwei held back her breathing again. She clearly listened to his voice, but it seemed as if Xiang Qinghao in her heart was far away.
"It's fine, it's fine."
Jiang Xinwei sobbed.
"Then I'll hang up first."
Xiang Qinghao also wanted to go over to meet his great-grandfather because he was waiting for him to chat.
"Don't..." Jiang Xinwei was reluctant to hang up the phone. He lost his memory and lost their relationship. They had no confirmation of their relationship.
But she didn't want to lose contact with him.
"Is there anything else?"
Xiang Qinghao asked in a low voice.
"I...don't delete my number, okay?"
Jiang Xinwei humbly requested.
Because Xiang Qinghao's true identity is still a bit unattainable to her. He fell in love with her because the side at the wedding, perhaps, it was her rash kiss.
But now, he had forgotten that she was already a strange existence in his heart.
She was afraid that she would suddenly lose all contact with him.
"Okay! I won't delete it."
Xiang Qinghao made a deep promise, and his mother outside the door called him, "Qinghao, your great-grandfather is calling you."
"Okay! I'll go there right away."
Xiang Qinghao responded and said to the girl on the other end of the phone, "It's time for me to hang up! Contact me in the future, goodbye."
After saying that, he hung up, but he didn't know that the girl on the phone was in tears. Jiang Xinwei finally couldn't help it. She lay on the table and cried.