After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Ye Sheng was actually trying to scare him, Ye Rong couldn't eat much after lying down for so long, just sip some soup and water to moisten his throat.

But Ye Rong took it seriously, and brought the bowl hastily and wanted to pour his head up, but was stopped by Ye Sheng halfway, and pretended to smear his mouth against his low pressure.

Ye Sheng pushed a wheelchair, carried him up steadily, turned around and pushed Ye Rong to the next ward.

When he arrived at the door, Ye Rong saw Fu Wenyuan's assistant Xie Shan sitting on the chair outside the ward, with an open laptop propped on his lap, typing on the keyboard in an orderly manner, apparently helping Fu Wenyuan with business.

Ye Rong sat on the wheelchair and patted the armrest as a greeting to him.

Hearing the sound, Xie Shan raised his head to look at the person coming, closed the laptop and put it under his arm, stood up and walked to Ye Rong in three or two steps, and asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Ye all right?"

Ye Rong pointed to his body and nodded, then pointed to his throat and shook his head, and finally pointed to Fu Wenyuan's ward, meaning he wanted to go in and have a look.

Xie Shan hesitated for a moment, but quickly made a decision, and just said: "Sir, there are some minor situations, you have to be mentally prepared."

Ye Rong's heart tugged, and he started to scare himself, imagining Fu Wenyuan's lack of arms and legs, and before Ye Sheng could push him behind, he turned the wheelchair in a strange way to go to Fu Wenyuan's ward.

The clean and spacious ward was spotless, Ye Sheng pushed Ye Rong to Fu Wenyuan's bed.

Fu Wenyuan was half lying on the hospital bed, the sky cleared after the rain, and the sky was blue and bright. The bright white sunlight shone through the glass window on the hospital bed, and a few strands fell on Fu Wenyuan's arm that was placed outside the quilt.

Ye Rong saw the glaring wound on the pale skin of his arm, which had already formed a thick scab, like a tattoo left for love, winding on it.

Ye Rong wanted to touch him but was afraid of his pain, so in the end he slowly held his hand.

Fu Wenyuan's sleep was extremely light, and he opened his eyes almost the moment Ye Rong touched him.

Seeing him waking up, Ye Rong happily squeezed his hand tightly. Although he hadn't seen him for a few days, it seemed as if a few lifetimes had passed. He remembered every detail of Fu Wenyuan's jumping into the sea of ​​fire to live and die with him. Said to convince himself that he said they would be all right, and he wasn't lying.

But before Ye Rong could move, he saw Fu Wenyuan staring at Ye Rong with unfamiliar eyes, his expression was blank for a moment, and then he pulled out his hand with some disgust, and raised his head to look at Xie Shan who was standing behind, coldly. He asked coldly, "Why did you bring everyone in?"

Ye Rong thought that there was something wrong with his ears, so he leaned forward and hung his body, trying to grab his hand again, but he pushed it away fearlessly.

Ye Rong's body was unsteady, if Ye Sheng hadn't caught him in a hurry, this push would have made him fall off the wheelchair in embarrassment.

Xie Shan also stepped forward in a panic, and explained: "Sir, this is Ye..."

Fu Wenyuan ignored him, interrupted him mercilessly and repeated mercilessly, "Xie Shan, bring me out."

Ye Rong looked up at Xie Shan, Xie Shan also looked at him, shook his head at him, leaned over and asked Fu Wenyuan out of the ward before Fu Wenyuan lost his temper.

Outside the ward, Xie Shan lowered his voice, "Mr. Ye, you have also seen the situation, it is not optimistic."

Ye Rong was about to cry but had no tears. Is this a small situation? !

Ye Rong, who has always been cherished by Fu Wenyuan, couldn't fully accept this gap for a while, his mind was confused but he couldn't make a sound, he could only gesticulate in a hurry.

Having lived with Ye Rong for many years, Ye Sheng, who knew what he wanted to express with just one look, translated it sentence by sentence.

Xie Shan listened patiently, and at the end he reluctantly said a clichéd result that Ye Rong couldn't accept: "Mr. has amnesia, but it is a selective amnesia. He has forgotten everything related to you alone."

Ye Rong's brain crashed, and he was dazed for a few seconds before he slowly understood the meaning of Xie Shan's words. He really wanted to ask if this was a joke.

But suddenly remembering Fu Wenyuan's attitude that he couldn't fake it just now, he felt that this could not be a silly joke.

He slumped on the wheelchair with his head down, and the numbness and powerlessness of fate pulled him a little bit, wanting him to fall into the endless abyss.

But he had only tasted that little bit of sweetness, so why did he want to take it away cruelly.

[The author has something to say: Amnesiac Fu Damao: Why is everyone bringing me in front of me?

Fu Damao after recovering his memory: Huh, huh, come back soon, my wife~]