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132. Chapter 132: 130 Medicine to restore memory 1

Ordinary people just think that the owners of Maserati and Ferrari were originally a couple.

Ye Feihan drove the car out of the garage. The sunlight outside the garage fell softly on the woman next to him. Her long eyelashes were unblinking, and her gorgeous little face was as calm as this warm winter. Ye Feihan finally revealed his face.

A strange smile came.

"Ajiu, you've had enough fun, it's time to go home."

That voice was gentle and intoxicating.

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Qian Xiaojue woke up holding her heavy head and woke up quickly.

She fell into a trap... That Ye Feihan is dangerous!

Qian Xiaojue sat up quickly. The surroundings were dark. She shook her head and blinked hard and finally slowly adapted to the darkness in the room. Then she raised her head and looked around. Where is this?

Qian Xiaojue felt his limbs and body, and then breathed a sigh of relief when nothing was abnormal. He touched the clothes on his body and found that his coat seemed to have been taken off, but his stockings and culottes were still on him, and his sweater had not been touched.

, this makes me feel more at ease.

After touching the bedside, Qian Xiaojue fumbled for a long time and finally found the switch. He turned it on with a 'pop' sound and Qian Xiaojue finally saw the entire room clearly.

**, TV, gray carpet, and gray curtains.

Then there was nothing in the whole room.

Qian Xiaojue's head was still a little dizzy. She didn't even know what method Ye Feihan used. She just stretched out her hand and smelled a strange smell. Why didn't she wake up?

Qian Xiaojue slowly got off the bed, walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains, and looked out the window. The neon lights of Xinghai City were already turning on at night, but she didn't know the geographical location here.

Qian Xiaojue turned around to look for her things. She found her bag, her coat, but she couldn't find her phone!

What does this Ye Feihan want to do!? And who is he? Will he be A Qing’s enemy?

Qian Xiaojue didn't dare to think about it. Now she just wanted to inform He Lianqing of her situation quickly. She kept blaming her carelessness in her heart. Now that she thought about it, she was afraid that the car crash was all a conspiracy! That chess game in the hospital?

What about that one time? The more Qian Xiaojue thought about it, the more dangerous it became. He didn't dare to slack off any more. He ran to the door, pulled the door handle and shook it, but it obviously had no effect and the door could not be opened at all.

Qian Xiaojue gritted his teeth, don't let Ye Feihan fall into her hands, otherwise she will make him regret what he did today!

Qian Xiaojue kicked the door panel hard and shouted at the door: "Someone is coming, someone is coming! Ye Feihan! Get out of here!"

The two men in black outside the door trembled. They didn't expect to wake up so soon!

"Go and inform the BOSS!" The man in black on the left immediately ordered the man on the right. The man on the right did not dare to hesitate and ran away immediately, while the man on the left could only keep wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Zhu, is that person inside the door... the rumored Miss Ninth!?

In another room, as usual, it was quiet and full of danger. There were men in black standing in every corner of the room, but at the same time, they were silent like invisible people, and their respective auras made people feel

They don't exist.

Ye Feihan looked at the syringe in his hand. A full tube of medicine had been sucked into the syringe. The needle was shiny and seemed to have water droplets on it.

"As long as such an injection is given... no matter what kind of past the amnesiac has forgotten, they will soon remember everything." The man standing in front of Ye Feihan was a blond man with blue eyes but not very tall.

He is about 75 meters tall, but has a baby face, which makes it difficult for anyone to tell that he is the internationally famous doctor Locke, who is already twenty-seven this year.


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