Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Lin Jinan wakes up in the choking smell of smoke, with a masculine and handsome face.

The man had a cigarette in his mouth and was spitting fog on his face.

"Smoking is forbidden in hospitals." Lin Jinan sat up with his arms up, his head wrapped in a layer of gauze.

Memories stay in the dark lane, the node attacked by gangsters, and then forward, the memory in the head of the original owner presents a blank scene.

This is, amnesia?!

"Mr. Lin, Jiangzhi is your lover in this world." The system extracted the soul fragments of men and compared them with the information kept in the database.

The host is very lucky, almost every time he enters a new world, his lover will take the initiative to appear around him.

All Lin needs to do is stand still.

The cigarette in Jiangzhi's mouth was snatched by the youth, twisted out and thrown into the garbage can.

The smell of disinfectant water in the hospital was very heavy. The young man in blue and white patient's clothes looked at him attentively and seriously.

He pointed to his head, opened his light lips, and slowly spat out a few words, "here, I can't remember anything."

Jiang Zhi frowned. He paid all the hospital expenses for sending the youth to the hospital. Before that, he asked Zhu Ming to search the pockets of the youth.

There was nothing more for the youth than the pile of trinkets he had left on the ground. There's not even a document to provide identity information.

The doctor was called into the ward. He took out the brain film taken by the young man. "The patient's back brain was attacked by a blunt object, and the congestion in the skull oppressed the nerve, so the symptoms of amnesia appeared..."

The doctor also said that when the congestion dissipated automatically, the patient's lost memory would be recalled, and the time was long and short.

More than a year or two, less a few months.

Lin Jinan licked his lips, and a cold faced man sat on the chair in front of the bed, supporting his chin to look at him.

"Seven thousand dollars. How are you going to pay me back?" Jiang Zhi forked his legs and leaned lazily on the chair.

A word is very casual, with a casual attitude.

"I'll go home with you, take care of your daily life, help you cook and clean the house." Lin Jinan voiced that his fingers on the quilt were bent.

Reflected in the eyes of the youth, a face can be as big as a palm, skin is very white, delicate facial features, if the hair is longer, people will be mistaken for gender, he is regarded as a girl. Walking on the road, you may be accosted by a strange man.

His eyes are very clear and simple. When he looks at himself, he doesn't feel that he is imploring. His white fingers tightly grasp the quilt.

The youth was nervous, afraid of being rejected by him.

Jiang Zhi's frown was relaxed. He hooked his lips and laughed. His tone threatened, "if you don't do well, you'll get out of here."

A man has a strong ruffian smell and never takes anyone into consideration. He was used to being single, and he took people home to live with him, which was quite new.

"Your room has been cleaned up by myself. I brought you back to pay the debt, not to let you enjoy being an ancestor." Jiang Zhi leans on the door frame and looks at it obliquely.

"Yes." Lin Jinan nodded, and he threw the door key to himself and carefully put it into his pocket.

Jiang Zhi watched the young man clean up in the room. He bent down to cover the bed with clean sheets. His rolled up clothes revealed a small thin white waist.

Very thin, spine slightly convex up, thin waist has two shallow lumbar fossa, as if it was pressed out with fingers.