Prodigal son

At night, Qiao Jing'an had already slept soundly. Qiao Chen opened the door and looked at the figure on the bed with a complicated expression. He didn't close the door until the housekeeper came behind him, turned around, glanced at the housekeeper, and walked towards the study.

The housekeeper entered the study room, closed the door, handed over the documents to the expressionless Qiao Chen, and said hesitantly, "Master, I think the second young master has really lost his memory."

"Have you read the documents?" Qiao Chen didn't look through the documents, but looked at Steward Wang.

"Yes, Er Shao's performance in school is impossible to pretend. I just don't understand how Er Shao can play football and write calligraphy so well. This is very inconsistent with Er Shao's usual behavior. The second young master has never played football, nor has he ever learned calligraphy before, and most of the time he escaped calligraphy classes in college, tell me, young master, is it possible that the second young master has been hypnotized by someone?" The butler looked worried. He looked at Qiao Chen.

Qiao Chen put his hands on his head, squinted at the butler, and said after careful consideration, "Butler, do you like watching fantasy blockbusters recently?"

"How did Young Master know?" The housekeeper looked at Qiao Chen in surprise. He always knew that Young Master was smart, but he didn't expect his intuition to be so good.

"Because you have already been hypnotized," Qiao Chen sighed, "Do you think... other than hypnosis, a high-tech method, is there any other possibility?"

The housekeeper thought about it seriously, "I took the second young master's hair for DNA testing before, and there is no doubt that he is your brother, so it may be ruled out that someone else pretended to be it. Tell me, is it possible that the second young master met aliens? Then…"

"Uncle Wang, maybe you guess it's more reliable for the second young master to be possessed by a ghost." Qiao Chen held his forehead, concealing the corners of his twitching mouth, and said earnestly, "Uncle Wang, stop watching American science fiction blockbusters, it's not good for your health." Especially Yes brain.

Opening the documents in his hand, there are some simplest biographical introductions in the front. Inside are Qiao Jingan’s assholes from childhood to adulthood and some photos. Almost every photo has a different hair color. There are so many colors that even rainbows can’t compare. superior.

The more he turned back, the more things Qiao Jingan did went too far. The more Qiao Chen looked at it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he felt that his father didn't discipline that bastard properly, but then he felt that the current Qiao Jingan was very annoying peace of mind.

Seeing Qiao Chen's face changing, Steward Wang couldn't help but take a small step back towards the door.

Enduring the dissatisfaction in my heart, I continued to scroll back, and I wrote the history of the fight and some abnormal behaviors after being discharged from the hospital. The conclusion was that if it wasn't for this same face, no one would think it was the same person.

The last few photos are some photos of Qiao Jingan in school after amnesia, the appearance of quietly listening to class, the appearance of meditation, and the appearance of smiling while standing on the football field.Each one exudes attractiveness that cannot be ignored, and this look is completely opposite to the previous slick look.

Can a person with amnesia have such a big contrast?

After that, some psychologists talked about various possible situations after amnesia. Looking carefully, Qiao Chen began to suspect that Qiao Jingan's current appearance is what is called "second personality" in medicine. Explain Qiao Jingan's completely different living habits and personality after amnesia.

"Second personality?" Qiao Chen calmed down and rubbed his chin. Isn't this the legendary schizophrenia?As far as Qiao Jingan's living environment is free from oppression, how did this second personality emerge?Thinking about it this way, Qiao Chen felt that saying that Qiao Jingan was possessed by a ghost was more reliable than any second personality.

Qiao Chen was very conflicted, and Steward Wang was very embarrassed.He saw that Qiao Chen's face was not very good-looking, and various methods that Qiao Chen might use to deal with Qiao Jing'an began to appear in his mind. The more he thought about it, the paler his face became, so the housekeeper said tremblingly, "Master, in fact, the second young master is also like this." It's good, no matter what, he is still your younger brother, and he is obedient now, so let's keep him at home."

"When did I say I was going to drive him away?" Seeing Uncle Wang's embarrassed expression, Qiao Chen's heart skipped a beat. What did he think of?

"Eldest Young Master, are you going to take Second Young Master by your side to take revenge?" The steward said earnestly, "You have to forgive others, and now Second Young Master was injured in order to save you. Don't worry about it."

Qiao Chen's face turned black immediately, when did he say he was going to embarrass Qiao Jing'an, why didn't he know?

"Moreover, we have already investigated the incident at the racecourse. It has nothing to do with Er Shao. Moreover, Er Shao didn't know that you were going to the racecourse in advance. He has no conditions to commit the crime."

"Uncle Wang..."

"And if Second Young Master wants to harm you, there is no need to risk such a big risk to save you."

"Uncle Wang..."

"What?" Steward Wang finally stopped to defend Qiao Ershao, looking at the young master with a complex expression, could it be that the young master still doesn't want to let the second young master go?

"I thought you watched less sci-fi movies, and less family ethics dramas." Qiao Chen's mouth twitched, and it was related to something. "I didn't say that this matter has anything to do with Xiao An."

"Oh," Butler Wang nodded, and then asked again, "Then what does the young master investigate the second young master?"

Qiao Chen withdrew his gaze from Qiao Jingan's smiling photo, coughed dryly, "Knowing too much is not good for you."

Steward Wang was stunned, and asked anxiously, "Young master won't kill me to silence you, will you?"

After a long silence, Qiao Chen said weakly, "Go out."

After the study door was closed, Qiao Chen sighed. Uncle Wang's inexplicable words just now were probably to divert his attention. Unexpectedly, Uncle Wang, who has always loved himself, would one day protect others.He lowered his head and looked at the photo in his hand. After a long time, he looked away and looked out of the dark window. If you don't care about the past, Xiao An is indeed a good brother.

He never thought that this slender boy would do such a reckless thing. Thinking of the hand that the boy extended to him in the morning, the corner of his mouth slightly curved. It is impossible for Xiao An not to know how dangerous that move was. , Have you ever thought about the possibility of being dragged off the horse, what should you do at that time?

Some people in Qiao's family were restless, but thinking of the innocent smiles that the boy showed to him, he tightened his grip on the investigation data. This time he chose to believe that no matter how different the child's behavior was from before, , but at least he reached out to himself when he was in danger.

Throw the materials into the bottom drawer, maybe, these things are not needed for him at all.

Waking up in the morning, Qiao Chen opened the curtains, and what he saw was a boxing boy in the garden. These days, Qiao Jingan's fists became more and more smooth. It's pretty good, at least a lot more reliable than the punches punched by the so-called masters in some TV dramas.

Qiao Jing'an had already changed into the exercise uniform that Qiao Chen asked Steward Wang to prepare for him. Qiao Chen opened the French window and walked to the balcony to look at Qiao Jing'an's figure. He didn't turn back into the room until the boy raised his breath and stopped his fists.

In fact, this kind of life is not bad, at least when I see that child jumping in the garden every morning, I really feel that the place where I stand is called "home".