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Chapter 221 Doubt Is It Really Amnesia
Shen Mochuan looked at Lin Xia, who was obviously tired because he had done too many tests, and nodded to Dr. Dewey: "I'm sorry, please hurry up."

Dr. Dewey watched the figures of Shen Mochuan and Lin Xia go away, and once again expressed his heartfelt emotion: "What a loving couple!"

The exhausted Lin Xia excused himself to be too tired, and drove Shen Mochuan out of the room, and went to bed for an afternoon nap.

When she woke up again, she found that there was another person beside her.

Lin Xia couldn't get angry about this for a long time, sat up yawning, and went to wash without paying attention.

The sound of water in the bathroom came, and Shen Mochuan raised his eyes from the book in front of him, and turned his head to look at the half-closed bathroom door, thoughtfully.

When Lin Xia was driven downstairs by Shen Mochuan, the butler just came up to meet her: "Young Mistress, lunch is ready."

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Lin Xia responded with a smile and was about to sit down.

Holding himself down with one hand behind him, he sat in another position.

With a glance, Lin Xia understood Shen Mochuan's real purpose. She put her hands on the edge of the table, froze, unwilling to sit down: "It's the same wherever you sit."

At this moment, the maid and the butler were putting food on the table, and they turned a deaf ear to what was going on between Lin Xia and Shen Mochuan.

Seeing her persistence, Shen Mochuan didn't say much, let go of her hand, and let Lin Xia choose her own position.

After she made her choice, Shen Mochuan chased after her and sat beside her.

Lin Xia looked at Shen Mochuan who refused to stay away even an inch, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down: "You don't need to take me so seriously. Today is Monday, you should go to the company, not here."

Shen Mochuan stretched out his hand to hold her left hand, preventing her from getting up. Apart from deep affection, there was also a bit of paranoia in his long and narrow black eyes: "Sit down and eat obediently. If you agree, I will be by your side. Help you recover your memory as soon as possible."

The housekeeper also served a bowl of hot porridge at this time, he looked at the two people at the table, and put the bowl of hot porridge in front of Shen Mochuan with a wink.

Shen Mochuan pushed the bowl of hot porridge in front of Lin Xia without looking sideways: "Put in minced meat and vegetables, and some mild herbs."

The mellow and sweet porridge fragrance is mixed with a hint of bitter Chinese medicine.

Lin Xia frowned when she smelled this smell, and there was a bit of coquettishness in her voice that she didn't notice: "I'm not sick, so I don't need to take medicine, the medicine is [-]% poisonous."

"This is medicated food, which will help you calm down," Shen Mochuan said, putting his hand on Lin Xia's eyes, "It's hard to have no memory, such beautiful eyes are full of confusion, and I feel distressed when I look at them."

Lin Xia backed away a little, trying to avoid Shen Mochuan's hand, but as soon as her eyes moved, Shen Mochuan immediately guessed what she was thinking, and quickly pinched her earlobe first: "Why did you go out and suffer a lot? Still don't learn how to behave."

Shen Mochuan gently pinched Lin Xia's earlobe with his fingers, and his hands became stronger and stronger.

Lin Xia was in pain, and reached out to hold Shen Mochuan's arm: "You hurt me!"

"I'm sorry, I was distracted," Shen Mochuan withdrew his hand, picked up the bone china spoon, and put it gently in Lin Xia's palm, "Taste it while it's hot, don't think too much, Dr. Dewey said it can help you restore your memory, just It must be done."

"I'm not afraid of the doctor, it's just that you are too close to me, which makes me very uncomfortable." Lin Xia lowered her head and tasted spoonful after spoonful of rice grains that had been stewed until rotten.

Shen Mochuan didn't seem to have heard her words, but reached out and pushed a plate of fried seasonal vegetables next to Lin Xia in front of Lin Xia: "Eat something refreshing, and go with this medicinal diet, so as not to feel bitter in your mouth."

Lin Xia looked up at him, wanted to stare at him, but she took it back, she didn't take the chopsticks, and continued to drink the porridge with her head sullen.

At the door of the kitchen, the butler pushed the maid who was poking her head in to watch the excitement, and warned in a low voice: "You can't watch all the excitement. Be careful, the young master will get angry and punish you."

Although Lin Xia was drinking porridge with her head depressed, she also clearly felt the two scorching gazes above her head.

Shen Mochuan didn't eat, but kept staring at himself.

Seeing that a bowl of porridge was about to bottom out, Lin Xia couldn't bear it anymore and raised her head to stare back.

Shen Mochuan met her gaze impartially, and said with a smile, "Do you have something to say?"

Lin Xia didn't take advantage, and felt a little unconvinced: "It's okay, I just want to emphasize that I don't want to see you."

"Let's eat, don't think about those messy things while eating."

After Lin Xia finished his meal, he found a book and ran to the garden. Shen Mochuan looked at her who was extremely resistant to approaching him, shook his head and smiled helplessly, and turned to look for Dr. Dewey.

On the second floor, in the specially vacated room, Dr. Dewey was frowning at the pile of data in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing Shen Mochuan approaching, he quickly got up to greet him, but the smile on his face was a little absent-minded, obviously he had something to say.

Shen Mochuan was not in a hurry, sat down opposite him, and waited patiently.

Dr. Dewey hesitated for a while, and threw the other people out of the room, leaving only himself and Shen Mochuan.

Seeing this posture, Shen Mochuan raised his eyebrows lightly: "What does Dr. Dewey mean?"

Dr. Dewey's face became serious, and he pushed the report in front of Shen Mochuan, and said in a very embarrassed way: "Mr. Shen, there is something wrong with these data."

Shen Mochuan is not a professional, he can't understand the data: "You just talk about the results, I can't understand the data."

"I mean, according to my many years of medical experience, your wife doesn't seem to have amnesia."

When Dr. Dewey said this, he was also very disturbed.

After all, he has witnessed the importance Shen Mochuan attaches to Lin Xia.

He had come to this conclusion an hour ago, but he never dared to talk to Shen Mochuan.

He quietly observed Shen Mochuan's expression.

Surprisingly, Shen Mochuan didn't show any emotion on his face, he just lowered his head and carefully read the test report that he couldn't understand.

In the end, he folded and tidied all the reports in front of him, and took a file bag from the side and stuffed it into it.

Dr. Dewey guessed his purpose: "I was about to say that I also plan to suggest to Mr. Shen that you let your private medical team take a look at this report, so as to avoid any omissions in my speculation."

Shen Mochuan smiled: "You have worked hard. I see that you still have dark circles under your eyes that have not dissipated. I guess the jet lag has not reversed. In this way, you go back to rest first, and wait for my call after you have rested."

"Then I won't bother Mr. Shen." Dr. Dewey got up quickly and left with his assistants.

Lin Xia in the garden noticed the movement at the door and walked over curiously.

Shen Mochuan, who personally saw him off, sent Dr. Dewey away, then turned his head and saw Lin Xia who was poking his head under the vines behind him. He walked over and blocked Lin Xia: "What are you looking at? How sneaky."

(End of this chapter)