553. Gu Yanqing had almost forgotten everything, but he only remembered Song Beibei

At that time.

In a luxurious villa by the sea that was like a palace.

Gu Wanjing and Gu Yanqing sat at both ends of the long table.

Gu Wanjing smiled at the man opposite her, "third brother, have a taste of today's seafood congee. I made it myself. Actually, my dishes have always been quite delicious, but I didn't have the chance to make it for you. "

Gu Yanqing sat opposite him.

He didn't even look at the person opposite him.

He picked up a small spoon and took a bite.

Gu wanjing looked at the person across from her with great anticipation. "third brother, how does it taste? "

The person across from her did not say a word.

She took a few more bites.

Then, she stood up.

She left the restaurant and returned to her room.

Gu Wanjing sat on the dining chair and looked at the person's back. There was a happy smile on her face.

They had already lived here for seven days.

These seven days were the happiest time in her life.

There were no outsiders to disturb them. It was as if there were only the two of them in this world.

Gu Wanjing was very satisfied.

She finished her breakfast and went to her room.

Gu Yanqing was lying on the SOFA and sleeping.

This was the southern hemisphere.

The weather in October was like a warm spring with flowers blooming.

The weather outside was pleasant. It was neither cold nor hot.

The temperature in the room was constant.

It was always 24 degrees Celsius.

Gu Yanqing was only wearing a white, thin cashmere.

She had also chosen this dress.

She had always felt that for a person like Gu Yanqing, only a pure white color was most suitable for him.

He was the cleanest and most aloof man in this world, as if he could not be tainted by any worldly fireworks.

Gu Yanqing propped his arms on the Sofa and fell asleep quietly.

Gu Yanqing's eyelashes were very long, like a small fan. The sunlight shone down from the floor-to-ceiling glass window, forming a small circle of faint shadows on his eyelids.

His skin looked as if it had been sprinkled with a layer of golden sand. It looked so warm and dazzling.

Gu Wanjing stared at it in a daze for a while.

In the end, a nanny came over.

She held a cup of hot water and a few white pills in her hands.

The nanny was a little girl, but unfortunately, she was mute.

She did not know how to speak and only used her hand to draw with Gu Wanjing.

Gu Wanjing took the water and pills. Then, she said with a cold face, "you go down. Don't come out until I tell you. "

The little nanny nodded. There was a trace of fear in her eyes before she left.

Gu Wanjing carried the cup of water and walked in.

Gu Yanqing was still lying down.

Gu Wanjing placed the cup of water on the coffee table beside her.

Then, she gently held Gu Yanqing's hand.

It was also at this moment that Gu Yanqing opened his eyes.

Gu Yanqing's eyes seemed to flash with a flash of coldness for a moment.

But after a while, it was replaced by a gaze that was almost at a loss.

Gu Wanjing's gaze was always gentle.

She softly said to Gu Yanqing, "third brother, it's time to take your medicine. "

Gu Yanqing stood up and sat up.

He did not look at Gu Wanjing.

He did not know where his gaze landed. It was as if there was no focus in his eyes. His gaze was somewhat unfocused.

He did not say anything.

Gu Wanjing placed the water in Gu Yanqing's hand. Then, she placed the white pill in the palm of Gu Yanqing's other hand.

Gu Wanjing's tone was like she was coaxing a child. She said again, "third brother, it's time to take your medicine. "

Gu Yanqing still seemed a little confused.

He seemed to say very softly, "why do you need to take your medicine? "

Gu Wanjing said softly, "third brother, you're sick. If you're sick, you should take the medicine. After you take the medicine, your illness will be cured. "

Gu Yanqing's gaze was unfocused as he looked at Gu Wanjing.

After a while, he asked, "who are you? "

Gu Wanjing's heart was overflowing with a trace of joy.

She quickly said, "I'm Wanjing. Do you still remember? I'm Gu Wanjing. We grew up together. I'm your... Wife! "

Gu Wanjing deliberately emphasized the words 'wife' as if she was confirming something.

Gu Yanqing, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought.

However, his gaze still had no focus.

However, after a long while, Gu Yanqing finally opened his mouth and said, "you are not my wife. My wife is Song Beibei. "

Gu Wanjing's face instantly darkened.

Along with the anticipation in her eyes, it gradually faded away.

It had been seven days.

Gu Yanqing had already forgotten about her.

Yet, he still remembered Song Beibei.

Why? Why was this so.

She did not have to wait for so long.

She only had three months left to live.

And in these three months, third brother, why is it so difficult for you to remember only me with all your heart.

Gu Wanjing did not say anything else.

Instead, she said to Gu Yanqing, "third brother, the water is getting cold. Hurry up and take the medicine. "

Gu Yanqing slowly put the medicine into his mouth, then drank a mouthful of water and swallowed it.

Then, he fell asleep again.

This medicine had a side effect, which was sleepiness.

This medicine was the "love forgetting water" that Zhao Dantong had painstakingly developed back then.

This name was given by Zhao Dantong, but Gu Wanjing felt that it was not appropriate at all.

This was because up until now, Gu Yanqing had almost forgotten everything, but he still remembered Song Beibei.

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