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Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty Seven,

"You have no money to begin with, so aren't you afraid that you will have to pay a large sum of money for my medical expenses?" Fang Fang asked with shining black eyes. "... To be honest, I also hesitated and wanted to throw you to the hospital. ----Anyway, I have already paid several thousand yuan for hospital admission. However, I still can't bear it and feel that I have to bear the responsibility if I get into trouble. Fortunately, your injury is not serious." Zhao Qingshan sighed deeply, "I thought that after you woke up and helped you contact your family, nothing would happen to me. But I didn't expect that you lost your memory. I had no choice but to pick you up from the hospital early and send you to my adoptive father and mother. Alas. , To be honest, I have always wronged you."

"What are you talking about? I'm causing trouble for you." Fang Fang said sincerely. At this time, Zhao Qingshan's cell phone rang. He quickly took it out, walked to the side to answer it, and said repeatedly: "I know... okay... ...I'll be here soon." "Are you urging you to go to work?" Fang Fang saw him hanging up the phone and asked guessingly. "Yes, there are many guests." Zhao Qingshan nodded, "I'll leave first. You Let’s take the bus back.”

"Okay." Fang Fang nodded, but her heart was very heavy: It turns out that I was so pessimistic and disappointed that I wanted to jump into the river. It seems that I must have suffered a heavy blow... In this case, I will treat myself as dead once and reincarnate again. As a human being. However, I still need to find out whether I am that "Fang Fang". I also need to find out what was the reason why I was forced to commit suicide.

Fang Fang had just gotten off the bus and had not yet walked out of the bus stop area. Suddenly, an imported car that looked quite expensive parked next to her. "Fang Fang?" The car rolled down, revealing a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with sharp edges. His handsome face. Fang Fang glanced sideways at this elegant and handsome guy in surprise. He seemed a little familiar, but couldn't remember who it was for a moment. "Don't you know me?" Lan Feiyang stared into Fang Fang's eyes. Fang Fang was reserved. Shaking his head: "I don't know you. Oh, I think I saw it on TV not long ago. You are the world champion, right?"

"You really don't know me?" Lan Feiyang asked, still staring at Fang Fang. After listening to Jin Ling's report, he decided to come to this area to have a look in person. Unexpectedly, he happened to bump into him. Fang Fang was shy and looked down in panic. He bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, although you are very handsome and you are the world champion, but I really don't know you." Lan Feiyang felt a little disappointed: her eyes were clear and bright and didn't look fake. However, this Height, this appearance, this age, this voice... isn't this Fang Fang? Could it be that she had a quarrel with Lan Qing and was so heartbroken that she no longer wanted to talk to him, so she didn't want to admit her identity, and she didn't want to recognize me either? But this look and expression don’t look like they’re fake at all...[

"But, you really look like a fellow countryman of mine. No, it's not very similar, it's exactly the same!" Lan Feiyang explained. "I know, someone also admitted it a few days ago. But, I'm sorry, I really No." Fang Fang nodded and walked away. "Hey... wait." Lan Feiyang still didn't give up, although now he felt that her speech seemed a little different - Mandarin was more standard, not as heavy as Fang Fang's before. Local accent. But is it possible that she has participated in Mandarin training classes in the past two months? In fact, when Fang Fang was hospitalized and her leg injury was not healed, she leaned on the bed and followed the TV host to learn word for word because she felt ashamed that her voice was ugly. . Coupled with Zhao Ting's constant corrections and letting her learn Pinyin again without any problems, and repeating the initials and finals repeatedly, the Mandarin with a strong local accent has been greatly improved.

"What are you doing? What else do you want to say?" Fang Fang turned around and asked. "What is your name? Where do you live? Where do you work?" "I don't need to tell you, right? After all, we are strangers." Fang Fang said nothing. He said nonchalantly. "...Meeting is fate. It's not too late to make friends now." Lan Feiyang could only shamelessly raise a smile and say. "Thank you! I, a low-level working girl, can't reach this high." Fang Fangben said. I wanted to retaliate like this, but my words turned into: "Okay. Then first tell me where you live? What are you doing now?"

"..." His current identity is in Beijing, and it's not easy to disclose it casually, right? "Tch--not sincere at all. Bye!" Fang Fang turned around and strode away resolutely. "Well, his personality is similar too. It's a little different..." Lan Feiyang thought as he stared at her petite back. However, it seems that when a person encounters a major blow, his personality will also change.

Fang Fang was originally going to turn at Majiekou, but she knew that Lan Feiyang was staring at her from behind, so she refused to go in and continued forward. For some reason, she felt that even if she was really "that Fang Fang", she couldn't let her go. They know first. Why are people missing for more than two months before being searched for in the streets? What have they been doing long ago? If I am really "Fang Fang", then I may have been made sad and desperate by them! If so, I will not easily get along with them. Recognize each other!

"Is it really not that?" Looking at the petite and exquisite figure gradually blending into the crowd and traffic, Lan Feiyang frowned unconsciously. Alas, in fact, this is all she can do. As long as they know that she is safe, it will be fine for both of them. If we really want to separate and find our own happiness, I don’t need to worry about it, right? Even if Yu Hanxin wants to leave me, I can’t take it back. Do I still have the ability to bring others together to make things right again? Forget it, find a place to have dinner, and then go back to the apartment. Just practice.


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