"Qian Weiran already has Qiu Liluo's child, and they will be engaged in a month."
As Father An said this, he observed An Yixu and saw that his hands were clenched into fists and veins popped out on the backs of his hands.
"Whether you are willing to give up this relationship or not, she no longer belongs to you. She has someone else's child. Do you think you still have a chance? Do you think our family will accept a woman who is pregnant with someone else's child? Yours
The blood of the An family is flowing in your body, and your shoulders will bear the responsibility of this family in the future? Is it worth it for such a woman who no longer belongs to you? "
"Child, choose to forget! This way you will be relieved. At least, you will no longer feel pain in your heart."
An's father held An Yixu's clenched fist, hoping to give the child more courage. Choosing to forget, choosing to give up, and continuing to persevere would be fruitless. Could it be that he was willing to stay like this for the rest of his life and never wake up?
?
About thirty seconds later, a tear overflowed from the corner of An Yixu's eyes, slowly slid across his pale cheek, and fell on the pillow, condensing into a flower-shaped water mark. He struggled until his fists finally slowly
After letting go, An Yixu gave up, not wanting to continue struggling in vain.
He was tired, and the hope of the last struggle had disappeared. After all, she did not belong to him, and he chose to forget her after all.
Upon seeing this, An's father quickly raised the decibel level and shouted: "Come in, he has given up struggling..."
Hearing the sound, the five or six doctors waiting outside the door immediately rushed in.
After precise examinations by several authoritative doctors, they concluded that MSL had completely penetrated into the patient's memory nerves and completely erased the memory that the patient least wanted to forget.
Father An was very satisfied with the result.
Then, the butler came in, and he respectfully whispered in Father An's ear: "The daughter of the three outstanding nobles has arrived."
"I understand, please keep an eye on the young master. I'll go out for a while."
Father An pointed at these international doctors from authoritative institutions and ordered, and after finishing speaking, he followed the housekeeper and left the room.
*
In front of the musical fountain in Anshi Manor.
Father An and a girl in simple clothes seemed to be talking to each other. Their expressions did not seem to be as natural as expected, but instead they were both solemn.
"You should know the reason why I asked you to come..." An's father's face was serious and solemn. There was an inexplicable pressure when talking to him, which made people breathless.
"You should know that An Yixu and I are just friends. If we talk about marriage, is it too early to talk about marriage? Besides, the person he likes is my best sister. What do you think I should do? I am even more worried.
I don’t want to be a third party.”
Even though she was under great pressure in front of An's father, Lin Yayan could still be neither humble nor overbearing, because she knew that she held the happiness of three people in her hands, and if she made the wrong move, it would be ruined.
"Do you think you will be the third party? Miss Lin, are you underestimating yourself?"
Although Father An admired Lin Yayan's calm attitude, he also felt helpless about her lack of confidence.
"What do you mean?" Lin Yayan admitted that she once had a crush on An Yixu, but that was just her ideal boyfriend. There was still a distance between reality and dreams. Besides, the man she loved deeply was no longer there.
left myself.
"What do you think if Qian Weiran is no longer the person in Xu'erde's memory, but you?"
"You mean he lost his memory..."
Lin Yayan couldn't help but stumbled and took a few steps back, a little unbelievable. An Yixu was just imprisoned by An's father and nothing happened. How could he lose his memory?
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