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Chapter 669 The Love Brain of Gouxuewen (53)

On the night of racing, Yu Huan got to know Sheng Mingyu again.

A wanton and flamboyant young man.

Let her experience unprecedented madness and excitement.

That night, Yu Huan slept very comfortably.

When I woke up early on Sunday morning, it was raining in the sky, and it was drizzling and cool.

When Yu Huan and Yu's mother had breakfast, they talked about Song Zhiyan. Through Xu Qingyou's mouth, she learned about the young man's amnesia and comforted Yu Huan.

Yu Huan smiled and said nothing.

Mother Yu thought she was suppressing her grief, and hesitated to speak. Finally, as if she was afraid of touching her sadness, she ended the topic.

After breakfast, Yu's mother went upstairs. Just as Yu Huan was washing her hands, the cell phone on the table rang. She glanced and it was Yu Qian.

In fact, on WeChat, Yu Qian posted dozens of voice and text outputs at midnight last night, the content of which was nothing more than apologizing and asking for forgiveness.

Yu Huan saw it early in the morning and immediately blocked and deleted the dragon.

To avoid further trouble, Yu Huan answered the call.

I probably didn't expect her to answer so quickly, and the other person was silent for a while.

"Huanhuan... I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

Yu Qian's voice was very low. Maybe she cried too much last night and was a little hoarse.

"But I really didn't mean it. I, I tend to go crazy when I drink too much, because Goldman Sachs is here. You know, I'm not usually like this." She spoke in a confused manner, and she could hear panic and confusion.

"Huanhuan, can you, can you..."

"Yu Qian!" Yu Huan interrupted her impatiently and said coldly, "You don't need to waste any more words. It's my attitude that I blocked your WeChat. You know whether you did it on purpose or not, and so do I. Not a fool."

"From now on, we will go our separate ways, respect each other, and not disturb each other. As for the photos you secretly took of me without permission, I hope you can destroy and delete them as soon as possible."

"If I find you stalking or taking secret photos again, or if my photos are published and used by you elsewhere, I will call the police directly."

"understand?"

There was no sound from the other side, but Yu Huan knew that Yu Qian was still there.

"I still have something to do, so I'll hang up."

After Yu Huan explained clearly, he didn't have time to answer what Yu Qian thought and hung up the phone directly.

......

After breaking off the relationship, breakup will also be put on the agenda.

Yu Huan did what she said, packed herself up, got into driver Lao Wu's car and drove to the central hospital.

On the way, Yu Huan got off the car and went to a flower shop. On the recommendation of the clerk, she bought a bouquet of green lisianthus, which was healthy and full of vitality.

A fruit shop opened next to the flower shop. Yu Huan bought a box of Song Zhiyan's favorite seedless green grapes. While waiting for the boss to pack them, she suddenly recalled the regret that Song Zhiyan didn't eat apples on the first day, and bought another one with the store. A box of fresh-cut apples.

No need to peel, you can eat it directly.

Apart from being more expensive, there is no big problem.

Yu Huan was very satisfied.

*

After arriving at the hospital, Yu Huan met several colleagues who came to visit Song Zhiyan in the corridor. She had met them several times, and after a brief greeting, they left.

Yu Huan knocked on the door, and after receiving the young man's response, he pushed the door open and entered.

What Yu Huan didn't expect was that two unexpected people came to the ward.

One is Sheng Mingyu who just came out of the bathroom.

One was He Jiaxin, who was sitting on the small sofa and waving to her.

"Mingyu, Jiaxin?" Yu Huan said in surprise. She was naturally familiar with the people she had just met last night, but the key point was that they were here anyway.

As far as she knew, their relationship with Song Zhiyan was not close.

"I heard from my colleagues in the company that Brother Song had a car accident, so I came over with them to see him." Sheng Mingyu said as he walked over.

He Jiaxin stood up and said with a smile, "I have something I want to show Mr. Song. I heard he was in the hospital, so I came here."

"Now that the things are given, I have to leave."

"Talk slowly." He Jiaxin patted Yu Huan on the shoulder and passed her.

There was the sound of the door opening and closing behind her, and He Jiaxin left.

Her words confused Yu Huan, but she was not very curious about things that had nothing to do with her, so she simply forgot about them.

Yu Huan handed the flowers to Sheng Mingyu and asked him to help put them on.

Then she asked the young man on the hospital bed, "Have you had breakfast? Zhiyan."

"I ate, what about you?"

"I ate too. By the way, didn't you say you wanted to eat apples last time?" Yu Huan put the red plastic bag on the bedside table and opened the mouth of the bag.

"So you bought an apple and planned to give it to me..."

Song Zhiyan originally had a smile on his face, but when he saw someone taking out a box of fruit pulp, the word peeling got stuck in his throat and he choked.

"Yes, I bought you apples, freshly cut, and the seedless green ones you like. You don't have to peel them or spit them out, which is very convenient."

Yu Huan didn't notice anything strange about the young man. He sat on the chair, opened the clinker fruit box, thoughtfully inserted a fork into the apple, and held it in front of the other person.

"Want to try one?" she said.

Song Zhiyan gave her a look.

"My hand hurts, it's not convenient."

Yu Huan said "Oh" and fed him a small piece.

Song Zhiyan ate it with satisfaction.

"Very sweet."

Seeing that the young man was in a good mood, Yu Huan put the fruit box on the bedside table and said, "Zhiyan, I want to tell you something."

He went down and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Sister, I have arranged the flowers." Sheng Mingyu said, just in time to cut off the conversation between the two.

Song Zhiyan raised her eyelids and looked at him, as if she had just realized that there was an "outsider" in the ward.

"How about we talk about it next time, Huanhuan."

Yu Huan didn't like procrastination and refused.

"Say it now."

Sheng Mingyu lowered his eyelashes slightly, knowing that it was not good to stay for a long time, so even though he was jealous, he quietly proposed to leave.

"It's okay, sister, you guys can chat, I'm going back too."

Before Yu Huan and Song Zhiyan could speak, he turned and left.

After the ward became quiet again, Song Zhiyan smiled and asked, "Yu Huan, please continue talking."

"Let's break up, Zhiyan."

"...What did you say...?" He was stunned for a moment. When he stared at her, the smile on his face completely froze.

"I said." Yu Huan looked directly at him and repeated it seriously.

"let's break up."

"..." He opened his mouth slightly, but did not speak. His expression was blank, showing a bit of disbelief and vulnerability.

Yu Huan was puzzled. Logically speaking, he had not recovered his memory, so how could he react like this?

The young man's silence only lasted for a few seconds. After gathering his emotions, he seemed to have returned to his senses and asked her calmly: "Why?"

Yu Huan's reason was simple and crude: "Because you forgot me and I can't accept it, so I want to break up."

Song Zhiyan said: "...But I just lost my memory temporarily."

Yu Huan said: "I know, but I don't want to wait."

Song Zhiyan took a deep breath: "Then...what's the reason why you don't want to wait?"

Yu Huan's eyes were incomprehensible, "If you don't want to wait, you just don't want to. There is no reason."

"I don't believe you would break up for no reason." He changed his tone and asked in a deep voice, "...are you in love with someone else?"

"No."

"Is it He Ling or Sheng Mingyu?"

The two people's words almost overlapped. Yu Huan was stunned for a moment, but Song Zhiyan remained calm and skeptical of her denial.