Unexpectedly, her initial feeling was right, she really lost a very important memory.

“Close your eyes, relax a little, listen to the sound of the second hand, and imagine yourself in...”

Hypnotherapy in the house should have begun.

Zhuo Tingfeng stood outside for a while and then called Leng Ye: "It has already started."

Leng Ye's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is Wei Lan reliable?"

Zhuo Tingfeng exploded: "She is my woman, how can she be unreliable? Are you doubting me?"

Leng Ye: "I don't trust anyone."

Zhuo Tingfeng: "...you, blockhead!"

"But you've been through a lot, kid. I heard from your adjutant that you were the one who insisted on saving her. Otherwise, that cold-blooded Leng Huaijin wouldn't have cared about her at all."

Leng Ye was silent for a long time. When Zhuo Tingfeng thought he would not speak, he slowly spoke: "It doesn't matter who saved her, as long as she is safe."

Zhuo Tingfeng: "Hey, you really don't have any feelings for her?"

Leng Ye: “No.”

Zhuo Tingfeng: "You..."

Zhuo Tingfeng kept rambling like an old lady, which made Leng Ye irritated: "Just do your job well, and don't ask about other things."

Zhuo Tingfeng: "I just said a few words of nonsense, why are you so anxious?"

Before Leng Ye could get angry, he immediately said, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, but I really can't guarantee that she can remember it within a week. Besides, even if she remembers it, Leng Huaijin has to go to that damn place."

"If she can't remember, she can start a new life after the divorce, but if she does, she'll probably be a widow."

"If you can't speak, you can shut up."

Leng Ye hung up the phone directly.

He just wanted Jin Ge to have a reason to come back alive...