Mr. Ou, your wife is so good at fighting

Chapter 672 I'm Your Dad!
Yang Qian's expression didn't change the slightest from the beginning to the end, he just watched how his hand came up and how his hand stopped in front of his face.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows lightly.

There was still a low cry in the doctor's throat. He had expected the visible scene of bruised nose and swollen face, but it didn't. Yang Qian sat there quietly, looking at the people on the hospital bed quietly.

And the people on the hospital bed also looked at him.

There is no indifference in the past in the pair of eyes, nor the darkness of prey when the demon is added to the body, they are clean and clear, like a child who is not obsessed with the world.

The thick long eyelashes fluttered, and the pupils trembled uncontrollably, but the focus remained on Yang Qian's face.

"He recognizes you?" The doctor was surprised, because he had asked Lu Xiu many times, do you know who you are?Can you remember who?Where is your home?
Lu Xiu either shook his head or remained silent, as if he didn't know the past.

Looking at Yang Qian at this moment, it is obvious that he knows him.

With a calm voice, Yang Qian looked at the person in front of him and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Lu Xiu stared at him intently, the doctor thought he was about to nod, but Lu Xiu shook his head lightly, "I can't remember...but I seem to recognize you, I think...I think I should recognize you."

The voice is still the deep voice, but when he speaks, the tone is timid, which makes people feel unbearable.

This answer... Yang Qian couldn't help closing his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out long.

The person in front of him still looked timid, wrinkled his nose slightly, and asked tentatively, "Do you recognize me...?"

Yang Qian nodded lightly.

"Who am I?" Lu Xiu thought for a while, then shook his head, "Who... are you? What's your name?"

Yang Qian sneered, probably a little angry.You're a stinky and shameless person, but it's really easy, just forget it all?No more troubles?
Yang Qian is already ready and when he finds this stinky chess basket, he must teach him a good lesson and give him a good look.He's fine, forgot? !

He also became this naive, ignorant and brain-destroyed look, for whom to show it!Who can be cruel!
As if aware of Yang Qian's emotions, Lu Xiu was a little nervous. He carefully reached out and grabbed his sleeve, thought for a while, and squeezed his fingers again, "Don't be angry..."

"My surname is Yang, and the single name has the word Qian, modest and modest." Yang Qian paused, "I am your father."

The doctor next to him is Spartan again, with a tender face!Who are you kidding? This is!Deception is not conducive to the recovery of the patient's condition!It will only give him a chaotic worldview!

Lu Xiu was stunned. Judging from his expression, he couldn't tell whether he believed it or not. His lips moved slightly, silently chewing on the two words.

"Yang Qian, Yang Qian, Yang... Qian." The long eyelashes covered the flicker in his eyes, and when the accent fell on the word "Qian", he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Yang Qian.

Immediately he smiled, not the kind of restrained smile with only a small arc at the corners of his lips, but a brilliant one, showing a row of white teeth and dimples on his face.

Looking at Yang Qian with scorching eyes, he still has such dark eyes and smile, and his voice is brisk, not as tense and cautious as before.

He uttered two words in a brisk tone, as if he had read them many times, as if every syllable of these two words could make him happy, so his voice was brisk, "Xiaoqian!"

On Yang Qian's expressionless face, the tip of his eyebrows moved slightly.

Caught off guard, Yang Qian was hooked into his arms by this man's long arm. The brisk voice, like a fool, every syllable jumped to Yang Qian's ear and got into his ear, "Cheat People! You are my wife!"

The doctor kept spartan beside him, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.Yang Qian's knife-like gaze swept over and landed on the doctor's face, his sharp gaze was as sharp as gouging out flesh.

With a voice almost like gnashing of teeth, "What did you guys do to treat him?"

Yang Qian paused, leaning against the silly son's shoulder, not to let him continue to hug him like this, then squinted his eyes and looked at the clear eyes of the person in front of him, "Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? I really don't remember." Do I still act? Crazy? Wife? I took care of it!"

It was probably because Yang Qian's voice was a bit fierce, the tone of gnashing of teeth.

The eyes of the person in front of him were drooping, without those smiles before, and like a frightened bird, he became nervous and cautious again, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he secretly raised his eyes to look at Yang Qian.

It's okay not to raise his eyes, but Yang Qian didn't dare to say a serious word when he raised his eyes.

The man in front of him has been murdering and setting fire for so many years, and he is not even afraid of death.

Now, the eye circles are wet, and the eyelashes are stained with fine pieces of water.I couldn't be more aggrieved!This is... so fucking wonderful!
Yang Qian took a deep breath, held back the emotions in his heart, and turned to look at the doctor, "You and I have a talk."

He stood up and was about to walk out of the ward, when the person on the bed suddenly panicked and almost fell off the bed, "Xiaoqian... Xiao... Xiaoqian!"

Yang Qian was startled, and stopped quickly, and saw that the eye sockets were wet, and tears fell from the sockets in fours and eights.

At that moment, Yang Qian's heart ached, and his brows were tightly frowned. This guy is really weird... I have known him for more than [-] years and I have never pretended to be a poor person. It's really pitiful to suddenly feel... There is no way to fight back. force!
He tightly clenched Yang Qian's trousers, his lips were puckered, and he didn't make any sound, but his eyes seemed to be turning on the faucet, and he shed tears silently.

Yang Qian couldn't move anymore, and stood still.

Seeing this scene, the doctor sighed softly and said, "Mr. Yang, actually, it's okay to just say it here. In his current state, he probably can't understand what we're saying."

Yang Qian was stunned, without making a sound, he bent down and pulled the man up, letting him sit on the hospital bed.

"Xiaoqian..." Lu Xiu stared at him, then sucked his nose. Because of this action, his nose wrinkled, which made people feel unbearable.

"Sit here." Yang Qian put his hand on his shoulder, and didn't plan to go out again, but turned to look at the doctor, "So, he's not pretending."

The doctor nodded, "He's not pretending."

"It's true that he doesn't remember anything?" Yang Qian narrowed his eyes.

The doctor thought for a moment and said, "His condition can be regarded as a condition of dissociative disorder. In short, he is now in a state of protecting his personality. In this way, he does not remember those painful memories, and may only remember some beautiful ones. Maybe he made up some beautiful memories that didn't exist, and he lives in such memories. This is his self-protection, so that he can survive the great pain .”

(End of this chapter)