Chapter 463

At this time, in Lan Qing's study, Du Zihao, with a CT film of Li Qingning's brain, looks at the window carefully but casually, as if he is reading a rigorous science fiction.

Lan Qing just sat on the sofa and looked at him sitting opposite. The expression on his face was more serious than that of the doctor.

After a long time, Du Zihao carefully put the films back into the paper bag. His face didn't look grim or optimistic. The official was very happy.

He leaned back, chose a comfortable posture, leaned on the leather sofa imported from Italy, and looked up at Lan Qing's dark eyes with his legs crossed. Suddenly, he was in a good mood.

In addition to this woman, it seems that he has never seen Lan Qing so impatient for something. He looks like an angry lion, with forbearance in his eyes, and he looks a little cute.

After more than ten years together, Du Zihao has been able to grasp Lan Qing's propriety with incomparable accuracy. Before the emotion in his eyes turns into anger, he obeys his meaning in time.

He said slowly: "from the film, the problem of Mrs. Ling is not big, and the blood clot in her brain is not big enough to have serious consequences. In principle, such a big blood clot can be ignored, because it will gradually disappear with the passage of time. So there is a part of the memory that she lost, in addition to nerve compression, it is very likely that... There are also some psychological factors

"Some of the memories that she wanted to forget before, or some things that she wanted to remember, will instinctively choose to forget after a strong impact on her brain... As for this, she can only untie her heart knot by herself. Maybe one morning, she will wake up and think of them, not necessarily all of them."

With that, Du Zihao shrugged at him, with a "simple" expression.

But Lan Qing's look was a little dignified and nodded slightly.

At the moment, Li Qingning, who is sleeping next door, seems to have quickly gone back to the past in a short period of time and experienced everything in the past six years.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she were struggling and talking unconsciously. The sweat oozed from her forehead. The clean pajamas she had just put on were soaked with sweat again. Her hands on both sides of her body clenched tightly into fists, and her expression wriggled back and forth in pain on the bed.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat up.

Those missing memory fragments, those pictures and things that she desperately wanted to think of, did not expect that when she thought of them again, it was such pain that she would rather never think of them.

Her chest heaved violently, and the whole person seemed to fall into some kind of frenzy. Her body trembled slightly. She bent her legs, put her face on her knees, and folded her legs into a small ball.

She thought of a lot of things, sad, ridiculous, embarrassing, including her father personally put her in a dangerous situation, and watching Lolo fall from the roof like a lonely leaf.

She began to have a headache again, but this time it was different from what she had in recent days. She suddenly felt how lucky she was that she was in bliss and didn't know how lucky she was, and how lucky she was to be able to lose her memory.

She sat quietly on the wide bed in Lanqing's bedroom, from sunset to deep night.

Should be got Lan Qing's command, no one to disturb her, even the little silly dog that threw her into the swimming pool did not appear in front of her again.

So she quietly leaned on the head of the bed and thought a lot.

When the night came, the belly honestly began to "grunt" to send a signal to her. She hopped out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen to find some waffles and milk left over in the morning.

The whole villa seems to fall into a steady sleep, a quiet. She walked upstairs barefoot. When she passed CICI's room, she suddenly wanted to kiss her forehead, so she gently pushed the door of CICI's room open.

But a soft conversation from the room stopped her and held her breath against the wall by the door.

"To me, you are just a little boy, just like thousands of other little boys. I don't need you, and you don't need me. To you, I am just an ordinary fox, but if you tame me, we will need each other. To me, you are the only one in my world. To you, I am also the only one in your world... "

Lan Qing's low and magnetic voice gently read the story of the little prince. It sounds so attractive, with a kind of magic that seems to stir people's heartstrings.

"Dad, what is unique?" Sissy's voice sounded soft, like a colorful marshmallow as soft as a cloud.

Lan Qing pondered for a moment, said: "unique, that is, for you there is no one and things can replace things or people."

"Is sissy unique to dad?" After listening to the story for such a long time, Sisi's face was not tired at all, but the light in her eyes was brighter. She blinked her big eyes and asked curiously.

Lan Qing touched her little head with a smile and said, "of course."

"What about mom?" She continued, with a look of endless pursuit.

"Of course, mom is unique and irreplaceable to Dad." Lan Qing replied seriously.

Sisi laughed and said, "Dad, why do you love mom? Why do you think she's unique? "

Lan Qing looks at the serious look in her eyes, and can't help sighing in the bottom of her heart. Sometimes a child is really like a walking book.

Nevertheless, he still tilted his head and thought seriously, why did he have this obsession with this woman?

If it's the appearance, although she is pretty, there are many more beautiful women around him. If it's the character, sometimes, the pride and stubbornness in her bones are not pleasing.

Why on earth?

It seems that he has never seriously thought about this problem. Some people, at a glance, are doomed to die together with her. Fate is probably such a magical existence, there is no reason to say it.

But he still thought seriously and tried his best to answer the question thrown out by the little princess, "well... Because mom, she gave birth to such a lovely little princess as you. Besides, she is very different from other people. Many people only see the identity of dad and other conditions, but mom, she just likes me, And she's kind, gentle and talented... "

Looking at the kitty shaped lamp on the ceiling, he said slowly, "well, that's about it. When you grow up and meet your little prince, you will understand this feeling."