Mo Mi twisted his head, raised his eyes, and shouted: "Dongfang Xueye, shut up. He is not stupid, he just has temporary amnesia."

"Ah haha, you will be a fool if you lose your memory, ah ha ha..." Dongfang Xue Ye still laughed non-stop, "Ah ha ha ha... there is another fool, ah ha ha ha ha..."

At this moment, Xia Cao had no time to pay attention to him. Dongfang Xueye was afraid that Jiang Han had really lost his memory. His whole heart was focused on Jiang Han. He raised his hand to hold Jiang Han's handsome face with a hint of magic.

Looking at him with tears in her eyes, "Han, you must be kidding us."

"No." Jiang Han frowned and shook his head seriously, "I really don't know who you are, I don't know you."

At this time, Ouyang Nuo walked up to him unhurriedly with his hands in his pockets. Looking at him as if he was lying, he asked thoughtfully: "You... don't know who we are, don't recognize us."

, then do you know who you are?"

"I know." He nodded without hesitation, then patted his strong chest, grinning quite proudly, "Haha, my name is Jiang Han, I am the boss of the largest gang in the Fog Empire, and I control all of East Asia.

All gangsters, this year..."

He remembered his brilliant record in the gang, his family's gang background, and all the members of his underground gang, but he could only not remember a few of them. Speaking of which, it was really strange. Could it be that this

Is it the legendary selective amnesia?

"Han, have you made a mistake? If you pick up an ashtray and hit yourself on the head, will you forget me, Nuo, and Xia Cao?" Mo Mi looked incredulous. "Your head, too.

Isn’t it too careless?”

"Did I pick up an ashtray and hit myself on the head?" After hearing his words, Jiang Han raised his hand and touched his head wrapped in gauze and said to himself in disbelief, "It's impossible, I'm not

You idiot, how could you pick up an ashtray and smash yourself to pieces?"

Seeing Jiang Han's appearance, Xia Cao was so anxious that she wanted to cry, "Uh, Nuo, Mi, Han really doesn't remember us, what should we do now?"

Mo Mi had the most clever ideas. He rolled his eyes and said immediately: "Xia Cao, don't worry, I've thought of a way to make him think of us immediately." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the toilet very quickly.

After a while, he quickly walked out with an ashtray still stained with someone's blood. Before Xia Cao and Ouyang Nuo could react, they walked behind Jiang Han and picked it up without hesitation.

The ashtray hit Jiang Han on the head quite hard.

"Uh ah 7e" Poor Jiang Han screamed, slowly turned his head and looked at him with a sad face, "You, you actually attacked me, but, damn..." He finished speaking with great difficulty,

His vision went dark, and he fell to the hard ground with a 'ding dong' sound.

"Ah?" The moment he fell to the ground, Xia Cao's face turned pale with fright, and she quickly rushed to his side with wet eyes, "Han, Han..." She shook her head again and again, and shouted again and again loudly.

, but she never saw him waking up. She was almost worried to death. She raised her head and looked at Mo Mi with tears in her eyes with an extremely angry and complaining expression, "Mi, how can you treat Han like this?

?”

"Mi, why are you doing this?" Ouyang Nuo couldn't understand what Mo Mi was doing. He squatted next to Jiang Han and while inspecting Jiang Han's head injury, he said sternly with great reproach,

"Han's head has already been hurt once. If you hit him like this again and hurt him a second time, he might die."

Mo Mi felt that she was wronged and hurriedly explained: "Xia Cao, Nuo, you have misunderstood me. I did this to make him think of us - don't worry, Han will be fine.

If he is told to fight fire with fire, if his head is hit by an ashtray again, he will definitely think of us." [Classmate Mo Mi, have you watched too much TV?]

"Mi, uh wuwu 7e, this move of yours may be counterproductive." Xia Cao couldn't help crying and said, with the help of Ouyang Nuo, while speaking, he carefully picked up the gauze to bandage Jiang Han's head.

Mi Xin said, "Uh-huh, Han, you are strong, you are good. We will arrive at Wucheng in two hours. You must hold on. Once we arrive at Wucheng, we will

I’ll take you to the hospital right away, uh uh uh..."

In fact, Mo Mi really had good intentions in that smash just now.

He didn't expect that he had done bad things with good intentions. When he saw Jiang Han who fell into coma again, Ouyang Nuo who looked gloomy because he was worried about Jiang Han's safety, and Xia Cao whose eyes were red from crying, he felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.

, standing in a corner of the cabin, lowering his head and silently reviewing himself...

Hey, Han, I'm sorry. At that time, I saw Xia Cao crying because you had forgotten us. I felt really anxious, so I rushed to the toilet so impulsively and hit you on the head with an ashtray.

, I hope to bring back all your forgotten memories.

Han, don't worry, next time I want to hit your head, I will definitely not be so impulsive. I will discuss it with Xia Cao and He Nuo, and after they agree, I will hit your head again. [Mo Mi,

You kid, don’t think about a next time. Classmate Jiang Han’s head is not made of steel. It can’t withstand being smashed for the third time.]

…

A few hours later, the luxury plane they were traveling on finally landed safely at the largest airport in Fog City.

At this time, Jiang Han hadn't woken up yet, and Xia Cao, Mo Mi, and Ouyang Nuo were all anxious.

After getting off the plane, Mo Mi and Ouyang Nuo carried Jiang Han towards the exit as quickly as possible, while Xia Cao took Dongfang Xueye's hand and followed them quickly, with anxiety written on his face and concern in his heart.

Full of worry.

They never expected that when they returned home this time, there would be so many people coming to greet them, and they would be so crazy.

As soon as they exited the airport, hundreds of reporters, who were fighting with guns and short guns, surrounded them on the third floor and the third floor outside. Regardless of whether there was a patient among them who was in a hurry to go to the hospital, they were all chirping.

They asked questions that they least expected and that were extremely embarrassing.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, President Mo Mi Mo, and Mr. Jiang Hanjiang, how did you three men meet Miss Xia Cao? As reported by xx newspapers and jv magazines, you met on xx, x month xx, xx year

Do you know the 169 Presidential Suite of the five-star Dream Hotel?"

"Huh? Why is Mr. Jiang Han, the gang boss, unconscious? What happened to his head? Was it because Miss Xia Cao got into a fight because of her jealousy that it became like this?"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, is the reason why your marriage to General Gu's daughter Gu Mengmeng did not go smoothly all because of this woman named Xia Cao? Why do you like her but not Miss Gu? It's because

Do you think Miss Xia is better in bed?"

"President Mo Mi Mo, Mr. Jiang Hanjiang, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, do you not mind at all having sex with a woman at the same time? Why do you do this? You think foursomes are exciting, right?"

"..."

There were a lot of reporters, including men and women, old and young, tall and short, but the questions they asked were all unanimous, making it extremely difficult for them to answer.

Ouyang Nuo didn't expect that these things with Xia Cao would be exposed at all, and Mo Mi didn't expect it either. Jiang Han, who was still in a coma, probably didn't expect it either.

"Get out of the way, these things are all false. If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude." Ouyang Nuo and Mo Mi looked at each other, and while lifting Jiang Han, they squeezed out hard, with dark and handsome faces that were extremely angry.

said.

"This is nothing. If anyone continues to ask random questions, say nonsense, or write nonsense in the newspaper, be careful that I will make you all miserable." Mo Mi looked at Xia Cao's pale face behind her.

, hurriedly gritted his teeth and yelled at the reporters around him.

Both of them firmly refused to admit it, and the reporters around them knew that they couldn't find out the reason. Then, as if they had taken a pill, they handed the microphone to Xia Cao one after another, and rushed to interview her.

"Miss Xia Cao, how is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's bed skills? Of the three men, which one do you think has the best bed skills?"

"Miss Xia Cao, you must have been exhausted from serving three grown men alone that night. After this incident was exposed, many women became jealous of you. Do you know this?"

“Ms.

What? Could it be that he is also one of your men? "

“Ms.

Where is Mo Mi, the president of the Platinum Group? Or is it the gang boss Mr. Jiang, or is it the beautiful boy next to you?"

"Miss Xia, you and them..."

How could this happen? How could this happen? How could these people know these things? Did that bastard Ouyang Jing take out his notebook and expose these things?

Hearing these questions they asked without any preparation, Xia Cao's head almost exploded, her face became increasingly pale, and her whole body began to tremble unconsciously. She suddenly let go of Dongfang Xueye's hand and faced them.

He shook his head vigorously, "Well, it's not like this, it's not like this... I, I don't want to be like this... you go away, you go away..."

Like a premeditated plan, more and more reporters blocked them. An hour later, they still couldn't get out of the airport lobby.

Because there were too many people, and these reporters, men and women, were too reluctant to leave, the scene seemed extremely chaotic and crowded.

After Xia Cao let go of Dongfang Xueye's hand, Dongfang Xueye was quickly pushed to another direction by the reporters.

His face was also pale, and his beautiful eyes became dim after a faint flash of startled light. Then, he became panicked and scared again.

Why is this happening? Perhaps it is because he has never seen such a scene, or perhaps he finds that he cannot understand the embarrassing questions asked by these reporters.

"Hello, handsome boy, what is your relationship with Miss Xiacao?"

"Are you also Xia Cao's man? Are you and Miss Xia Cao having a relationship?"

"Is Xia Cao your first woman? Do you like a slutty woman like her from the bottom of your heart?"

"Little beauty, you and her..."

When he was in a daze, dozens of reporters who were unable to interview Ouyang Nuo, Mo Mi and others surrounded him and kept asking questions.

As if he couldn't hear what they were asking, he didn't answer anything. His delicate and beautiful face continued to turn pale. He raised his head and looked around a few times. He found that he couldn't see Xia Cao no matter how he looked, and he suddenly felt very sad.

I was so bored that I couldn't help but want to cry. While calling Xia Cao's name hoarsely with a cry, I pushed away the people surrounding me and tried my best to squeeze towards the place where the reporters were most, "Xia Cao
Chapter completed!