AAML Ch1

Sunlight poured out of the window and poured into the house.

It is the hot summer season, and the sun is shining hard.

“In other words, have you lost your memory?” The doctor stared solemnly at the boy on the hospital bed and said.

Jian Songchu hurriedly explained, “I don’t have amnesia, I have memory.”

“But you forget everything that happened to you in the last five years.”

Jian Songchu’s heart trembled at the beginning, and he gave a silently ‘um’.

The doctor’s expression became more serious, “You should contact the family first, and the results of the general examination will come out later.”

Jian Songchu blinked innocently, and said “oh” again.

He himself is also baffled. According to the doctor’s explanation, he had a small car accident and had no obvious wounds on his body, but the problem is that he has hit his head now, and his memory of the past five years has been wiped out.

Wouldn’t this be a life break? I’m five years older all of a sudden.

Seeing that the doctor was still thinking, Jian Songchu silently stretched out his hand, pointed to the mirror on the doctor’s desk, and said innocently, “Well, can I look in the mirror?”

“…” The doctor handed over the mirror with a headache.

Jian Songchu hurriedly turned to the mirror and began to appreciate his beauty carefully.

Hmm…. The face looks a little rounder, the facial features have not changed much, and the skin condition is also maintained well.

Five years later, I am still as beautiful as ever.

After repeatedly confirming that his beautiful face was as youthful and beautiful as ever, Jian Songchu slowly breathed a sigh of relief, kept smiling, and handed the mirror back to the doctor.

“Thank you doctor.”

It’s really strange. After losing five years of memory, the first reaction was not to rush to check his past, but to check his face first.

The doctor sighed helplessly, “You contact your family first, and I’ll check other patients first.”

Jian Songchu looked at the doctor’s back as he got up and left, and said “oh” again.

He calmly started to dig into his pockets, and sure enough he took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket.

As soon as the phone was taken out, Jian Songchu couldn’t help but frown.

The color of his phone case is so ugly, why is it black, or pure black.

Although Jian Songchu is a man, his aesthetics are relatively girlish, and he likes bright and flamboyant colors, whether it is clothes, shoes, or furniture.

But fortunately, his aesthetic is online. Although the colors are bright, they are not bad. Usually, complementary colors and adjacent colors are used in various combinations.

So he rarely has anything that is pure black, pure white, pure gray.

Staring at the five-year difference between the screen of the mobile phone and the memory, Jian Songchu couldn’t help but sighed that the time flies, and quickly unlocked it with his fingerprint.

As soon as Jian Songchu opened the address book and was about to call his parents, he was ranked first on the list, with a note named “Beloved Husband”.

Wait? Beloved husband? Is that what he meant?

Is he married? Is it a man?

It was at this moment that Jian Songchu felt the ring on the ring finger of his right hand in a trance.

Isn’t it right?

Not even a drill?

Is the other party a poor man? Can’t even afford a ring with a diamond?

Jian Songchu took a deep breath, tried hard to adjust his galloping heart, and decided to let the other party take him back first.

According to the attributes of his self-control, if he really gets married, the other party must be a handsome guy.

Thinking of this, Jian Songchu was eager to try again.

As soon as the phone was dialed, there was a ‘beep’, and the other side was quickly connected.

Before Jian Songchu could take the initiative to speak, he chuckled softly from the opposite side, his voice low and magnetic, “Miss me?”

“………”

What kind of sound is this, this bubble sound, can make people’s ears get pregnant, right?

Jian Songchu couldn’t help touching his goosebumps-covered arm, cleared his throat, opened his lips and said, “That…you…are you my husband?…”

“…I have lost my memory, can you come and pick me up?…”

As soon as Jian Songchu finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds, as if the system was digesting.

“….Today is not April Fool’s Day, nor is it the anniversary of cohabitation and marriage, nor is it the anniversary of holding hands and kissing, so…” The man on the other end of the phone seemed to be working hard trying to remember.

Before he could finish speaking, he immediately changed the subject, “I was wrong, I was wrong, I forgot that today is the 999-day anniversary of our cooking together, where are you at Chuchu? I’ll pick you up right away! I …”

“………”

What the hell? What is the 999th anniversary of cooking?

Do normal people celebrate this kind of holiday?

Jian Songchu listened to the low magnetic tone on the other end of the phone, and seemed to be coquettish.

He wanted to recite the rules of apology proficiently, but Jian Songchu hurriedly interrupted him, “No! I really lost my memory! I’m in the hospital now!”

As soon as Jian Songchu finished speaking, there was a ‘bang’ from the opposite side, as if something had fallen to the ground.

The man’s tone immediately sank, “Tell me the location, I’ll come right over.”

Jian Songchu listened to the diametrically opposed tones, and couldn’t help smacking his tongue. According to the clues the doctor just gave him, he quickly reported the hospital name and ward number.

“Okay, don’t go anywhere now, just stay where you are and wait for me for half an hour, no, ten minutes, I’ll be there right away.”

…………….

The man’s voice was very serious, and his tone was getting deeper and deeper.

“Today’s meeting is canceled,” Xu Hanyang put his mobile phone into his pocket expressionlessly, and walked out of the conference room with a sullen face.

The entire conference room was silent, and a group of men and women in black suits sat on the chairs, staring at the performance of the president’s face-changing just now with a terrified expression.

It was so quiet that I didn’t dare to breathe.

Seeing that the back of the president completely disappeared in front of them, everyone in the conference room breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected of the president’s wife, she treats our president obediently.

After all, it’s not the first time that this kind of anger has turned into a red face.

A group of people say they are used to it.

***

Strange, why does this voice sound so familiar?

Jian Songchu, who hung up the phone, hooked the end of his long hair, which was almost waist-length, with his left hand, and couldn’t help thinking about who his husband was.

The bored Jian Songchu decided to look at his mobile phone to see if he could find the trajectory of his life in the past five years on his mobile phone.

Before he could open the social software, the door that had just been closed by the doctor slammed and was opened from the outside.

The mighty group of people seemed to have just experienced the speed of life and death, with hot sweat on their faces, and rushed all the way into the office where Jian Songchu ​​was.

Jian Songchu was startled by this group of people, and pointed to the doctor’s empty seat with some embarrassment, and quickly explained, “He just went for something and will be back soon.”

“No, no,” the leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties. He quickly waved his hand, and eagerly walked to the side to pour tea and water, and deliver it to Jian Songchu.

“Mr. Xu just called our hospital and asked us to come over to see the details of your injury.”

“Mr. Xu?”

Jian Songchu couldn’t help but repeat the key information in the other party’s words.

Surname Xu?

Strange, why didn’t he remember that there was a man with a nice voice and the surname Xu beside him.

“Do you have any other discomforts?”

Seeing a group of father-generation men in front of them all looking at him with concern, Jian Songchu took the water handed over by the other party, feeling embarrassed, and the whole person seemed a little restless.

Especially when he realized that he was the only one sitting and everyone else was standing, this embarrassment almost swallowed Jian Songchu’s whole body.

“That…” Jian Songchu stood up tentatively, trying to give up his seat, “…why don’t you sit down?…”

As soon as these words came out, the other side became anxious, and a group of people waved their hands at the same time, “It can’t be done.”

Jian Songchu was sitting on the chair, not daring to play with his phone, holding the water glass stiffly, and began to spend his long ten minutes.

Finally, in the torment of embarrassed laughter, the door of the room was opened again from the outside.

Against the light, the man rushed in from the door.

Jian Songchu’s lips were slightly parted, his eyes widened, and he held each other tightly.The warm sunlight outlines a man’s thin face, with sharp facial features and clear lines, just like a vigorous lion. Just from the appearance, it feels full of strength and aggression. The slim suit perfectly outlines the figure of the man. The wide and curvy thin shoulders are matched with beautiful and well-proportioned biceps, and the whole body exudes the sexy message of male hormones.

Xu Hanyang squatted in front of Jian Songchu anxiously, holding each other’s hand and clenching it tightly in his palm, regardless of the group of elderly middle-aged male doctors around him, he didn’t hide his nervousness and panic at all, “Chu At the beginning, where did you feel uncomfortable, did you have no memory at all?”

Jian Songchu opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at this familiar face in front of him, looking at the other person’s thoughtful and concerned look. He was so scared that goosebumps all over his body stood up, and he pushed the other person away. .

The man also sat down on the ground because of this action.

“………”

“………”

The two stared at each other.

“I wipe, Xu Hanyang, you bastard, don’t touch me!”

#help, what should I do when I wake up and I become the wife of my nemesis?#

Anini

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