As soon as this said, it caused a sensation.

Some people laughed, some sneered, and some looked surprised.

The reporter obviously found it ridiculous and couldn't help but shrugging: "Is that right? Just you?"

Murong Nuan replied calmly: "Yes, it's up to me. Oh, by the way, there is something I wanted to postpone, but now while the reporters are present, I think it will be the same for public now. From now on, I will take over the position of President Shangguan Yao, officially become the president of the group, and be in charge of internal and external affairs of the group."

The reporter's face changed and he froze.

The change of ownership of Shangguan Group is a big news for everyone.

Some people say that Murong Nuan's coming to power means that Shangguan Group, which dominates B City, is about to decline. How can an inexperienced young woman manage such a large business group?

Some people also say that Shangguan Yao's disappearance was a trap carefully designed by Murong Nuan, and she had long wanted to occupy the Shangguan Group's industry.

Some people also say that shortly after Shangguan Yao disappeared, he saw a new wild man appearing beside Murong Nuan. Sooner or later, she would ruin the Shangguan family's foundation.

No matter how many rumors exist in the rich and rich city B, Murong Nuan did not make any public explanations and spoke out. Everything passed quietly with time.

Half a month later, a snow-white ward was covered with walls on all sides, which was so suffocating that it was terrifying.

On the hospital bed, the man who had been sleeping had a trembling eyelashes. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes slowly.

By his bed, four doctors with masks gathered around him, whispering something.

The man tried hard to support his body, looked around in a daze, and a severe pain came from his brain.

He held his forehead in pain, his voice mute: "Where am I? Who are you?"

One of the doctors looked at him with a slight temptation tone, "Who are you? Do you still remember your name?"

His name?

"My name is..."

Memories were stuck, he stared blankly at the snow-white part of the wall, and his mind was also blank.

What is his name?

Why can't I remember anything without any impression?

"What's my name?" He frowned, trying to find some information about him, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't remember his name, identity, home address, or relatives.

"What's wrong with me?" He looked up at the doctors blankly, and a hint of panic flashed in his heart.

A white light flashed in my mind, and some fragmented picture flashed by, so fast that it was unattainable.

A sharp tingling sensation came from his temples, and he covered his head and leaned over and trembled. What's going on? What the hell is going on?

The doctors looked at each other and saw a satisfied look in each other's eyes.

A cold voice sounded in the ward, proclaiming his destiny.

"Sorry, sir, we don't know who you are. According to the diagnosis, you should have suffered from some kind of amnesia."

Amnesia?

Did he lose his memory?

He sat blankly, like a helpless child, watching the doctors withdraw one after another, and a sense of loneliness arose.

This world is blank for him.

Perhaps, even a newborn baby knows the world better than him, but he is completely unaware of the dangers of this world.

How did he come here?

What exactly happened?

Does he have family? If so, is anyone looking for him?

Also, does he - have a wife?

He stared at himself in the mirror with a pale face. He was a young and handsome face, and he looked to be at the age of starting a family.

For some reason, when he thought about getting married, his heart hurt violently.

He closed his eyes and let the hot water from the shower spray on his body, his expression gradually calmed down a little.

No matter what, he must leave the ward first and find someone who knows him.

After changing his clothes, he pushed open the bathroom door and accidentally found a beautiful and shy little girl sitting on the sofa. When the little girl heard the sound, she stood up in a hurry, her eyes facing him, and her face was flushed with shame.

"You... are you?"

The young man stared at her expressionlessly: "Who are you?"

The little girl's mind was full of his handsome face and her heart was beating fast. She remembered the man's instructions, calmed down and looked up boldly at him.

"Do you even remember me? My name is Arlene, and I am your fiancée."

Arlene? Fiancée?

He was stunned for no reason and had an extra fiancée, but why did he not feel the pain just now?

"What's my name?" He grabbed the towel in his hand, wiped the water droplets on his face, and stared at her.

Maybe his eyes were too focused, or maybe that day, he was so beautiful in a white shirt. This young girl named Arlene made a paranoid wish in her heart: no matter how she could do anything in this life, she would marry him.

She looked at the man firmly and told him word by word: "Amo, your name is Amo."

late at night--

The bright moon in the sky—

The cold lights on the earth—

"A Yao!"

The woman lying on the bed suddenly woke up and felt chill all over.

She hugged herself tightly, gasping for a while, and having a nightmare again. I can't remember how many times she had such a dream. Her A Yao was dying alone on a deserted island. Before she died, he kept muttering to herself, he was very lonely, very lonely.

Murong Nuan bit her lip, and she was already crying when it started.

She realized that she was actually not that strong.

The pretending to be strong during the day is just for others to see.

She slowly walked to the mirror. The woman with white skin was messy with hair and tears on her face. She was wearing a burgundy silk nightgown, standing in front of the mirror in a daze, looking at her other herself.

Shangguan Yao said that if he knew she was sad for him, he would definitely feel in pain. So now, is his heart hurting?

He didn't.

He cruelly left her and the child, and selfishly chose to leave. She should hate him, so how could he think of him in vain?

Murong Nuan sneered, slowly raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and entered the fitting room indifferently.

Late night is just the beginning of a wonderful life for City B.

In the bar, the deafening music is manic, the mottled and flickering lights, the men and women twisting their bodies wildly with the music, and the lonely passers-by who drink alone in the dark. Everyone has their own story, chaos and darkness will tolerate everything, including the loneliness of millions of people in this city.

Murong Nuan raised her head and drank a glass of wine, and found that she was a little drunk.

She slowly pushed the wine glass out and smiled in disbelief: "Another...a glass..."

The bartender looked at her silently, grabbed her phone, quietly took a picture of her smirking, and sent it to his friends along with the bar location.

A moment later, Wu Yun, who received the news, arrived hurriedly and the bartender greeted her.

"Sister Nuannuan!"

Wu Yun raised his hand and bounced his forehead, laughing and scolded: "Didn't you tell you that? I've long since stopped calling that name. I will call me Sister Yun in the future."

She took out a stack of tips, stuffed them into the bartender's hand, and whispered: "I will tell you to the friends of several other shops. She is my friend. If anyone sees her drinking in the bar next time, please take care of me and notify me to pick up people."

"Sister Yun is so generous, of course we are more respectful than obedient!" The bartender smiled.

When Wu Yun saw Murong Nuan drunk, he was so angry that he was so drunk.

"Okay, Murong Nuan, you can do it, you have a habit! For a man who doesn't want you, it's okay if you want to die, but you're at least making a fuss at home! If something happens, who will be responsible? You talk!"

"Give me a drink! I won't go home!" Murong Nuan shook her hand away, lay on the bar, and said with her tongue wide.

Good guy, it seems that he is having a temper with himself.

Wu Yun's face turned red with anger, and he inserted his waist and dialed the cold-faced phone: "I can't handle it alone, come in and carry the person away."

Not long after, cold faces Murong Nuan on his back and walks out of the bar crookedly.

After getting drunk, Murong Nuan was at all restless and danced with her hands and feet, hoping to dance alone on the back of the cold-faced man. Even though the cold-faced man was full of brute force, she was so tired that she was sweating.

After finally putting Murong Nuan into the car, suddenly, Murong Nuan bent over out of control and vomited cold faces.

Lengmeng didn't care about cleaning up the mess, so he hurriedly took the mineral water from Wu Yun's hand and helped wash the remains on Murong Nuan's face.

After struggling for a long time, Murong Nuan finally sent home.

Wu Yun looked at the cold noodles covered in odor, and couldn't help pinching his nose in disgust: "Hey, you should go take a shower, right?"

"Oh, go now." Lengmian obediently returned to his room, closed the door and started washing.

Wu Yun put his hands on his chest and stood outside the door silently for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
To be continued...