The three slightly squinting words fell into the night wind and received no response.

Because the man locked her in his arms tightly, Qin Yiren couldn't see whether the person who was shackled her was Chu Xinian, so she held her breath nervously and helplessly.

He held her so strongly that he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

In addition, there has been no further aggressive action for a long time, unlike a bad person who wants to make money and avoid sex.

I don't understand why the man's emotions are so abnormal. Qin Yiren recalled a scene one night and tried to push him away stiffly. His voice sounded a little timid: "Mr. Chu, are you drunk?"

Chu Xinian still didn't answer her question, and asked for a while: "...Where have you been?"

"I……"

Qin Yiren wanted to speak but stopped, and hesitated to explain, but couldn't figure out whether she wanted to explain.

Chu Xinian lowered his eyes and looked at her hair, his eyes became more dim and unclear in the night. He continued to say in a low and hoarse manner: "Baoer suddenly had a high fever four hours ago and was very sick. I can't contact you.

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"Baoer?"

Qin Yiren was suddenly shocked, struggled to raise her eyes and meet the man's gaze, and asked in panic: "What's going on now? How about Baoer?"

The faint moonlight illuminates the courtyard, making her snow-white little face look white and transparent, illuminating the existence of those bandages.

Chu Xinian's eyes paused on her face, and raised his hand and touched it: "No problem for the time being, what's going on with your face?"

"I was scratched by the car and broke my phone."

Frowning and explaining why she hadn't received a call from Chu Xinian. Qin Yiren looked back at the dark villa, not intending to waste time going back.

At present, Bo Jingxing needs rest.

She went to visit Baoer first and came back to pack her luggage before tomorrow morning.

"Chu Xinian, which hospital is Baoer in?" He grabbed Chu Xinian's wrist with his back hand, and Qin Yiren looked at him anxiously and said without hesitation: "Take me to see Baoer."

Chu Xinian glanced at her thoughtfully, nodded slightly and took her away.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Qin Yiren was all thinking about Baoer, and asked restlessly: "Why did Baoer suddenly get sick? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said it might have been frightened or caught a cold accidentally."

With a slender finger on the steering wheel, Chu Xinian drove the car to the hospital where Baoer was, and said with a deep expression: "Baoer just had just been a month old and her body was very fragile..."

"I see."

The hand pressed on his knee tightened, and Qin Yiren's voice interrupted him tightly.

Not wanting to hear any bad words associated with Baoer, she apologized in panic: "I'm sorry, I didn't receive your call."

Fortunately, Baoer's condition was under control, otherwise...

Unable to imagine the most terrible consequences, Qin Yiren closed her eyes, murmured with guilt and guilt: "I'm sorry, I'm not a competent mother."

Because her childhood was dependent on others, her personal experience made her understand the meaning of mommy much better than her peers.

Regardless of whether Baoer is the daughter she planned or not, she wants to take good care of Baoer and avoid Baoer's childhood and memories that he hates as much as her.

But……

She didn't do it, and even almost...

Not daring to think about it any more, Qin Yiren was panicked and rubbed her sour eyes, and her eyes were stained with a fragile thin red color.

A brief moment of silence in the car.

Until Chu Xi young sighed: "You don't have the memory of Yiren now, so you can't be Baoer's mother."

is that so……

The white teeth bit the lower lip, Qin Yiren looked at Chu Xinian with red eyes, and asked softly: "Have you found the second psychologist?"

Almost a week has passed since the psychologist who made the last appointment left without saying goodbye.

She thought Chu Xinian would immediately arrange other psychologists to help her restore another memory, but Chu Xinian did not mention it.

As if she guessed that she had never expressed her questions, Chu Xinian said lightly: "I can't find other psychologists."

"What's the meaning?"

"There are only a handful of psychologists in China who are capable of helping you recover your memory. I have contacted them all, and they rejected my request for help."

Qin Yiren was stunned and asked hesitantly: "Since they are elites in the industry, is it normal for them to be busy with work?"

Chu Xinian refused to comment and controlled the car to stop in front of the red light.

A pair of peach blossom eyes gently looked at Qin Yiren. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touched her injured cheek.

"Those doctors are professionals, and the cost of visiting the doctor is calculated in minutes. There are very few patients who need and can afford the treatment price, and they probably cannot fill up their jobs."

His touch brought a strange feeling, as if the slender fingertips were carrying a numb electric current, making her whole body strange.

Qin Yiren felt guilty and forced herself to avoid it. He said with great worries: "What do you mean..."

Thinking of what Qin Er once told her, she lowered her eyes with a complicated expression, "If Jing Xing doesn't want me to receive treatment from a psychologist, he can tell me directly."

Such secret methods of interfering are not in line with that gentle man.

"If he said..."

Chu Xinian paused, rubbing his fingertips across the surface of the Band-Aid, "Will you listen to him?"

Qin Yiren suffocated his breath.

The chaotic thoughts were in a mess in her mind, and she didn't know how to answer.

Perhaps, Bo Jingxing took other methods to stop it because he was also clear about this.

She did not seek her opinions, it was not because he was determined to do so, but because he did not want to make her embarrassed.

Listening to her breathing with her ears, Chu Xinian stared at her eyes as if she wanted to see her heart at first glance: "Yiren."

Qin Yiren met his gaze in panic, and his chest was as heavy as an invisible stone.

For some reason she was unwilling to admit, she could not be too close to Chu Xinian, his body temperature, voice, exist...

All of them are potential causes of her being on the verge of losing control.

With his slender back against the leather seat, Qin Yiren had no choice but to retreat, and lowered his eyes like an ostrich, and heard his thoughtful voice: "Do you really don't remember me at all?"

Qin Yiren's slender eyelashes trembled and he nodded slightly.

Even for Baoer's sake, she would not lie about such things, but she knew in her dark that Chu Xinian was a very special existence.

Sometimes, he only needs one look to make her heart beat faster.

She resisted such inexplicable heartbeat, and at the same time felt very sorry for Bo Jingxing who had been waiting for her for six years, so she had to keep a distance from Chu Xinian.

"Yiren."
Chapter completed!