Chapter 380 Is the relief potion real?
In fact, it is not just friendship, but the complex entanglements between the top families.
"Teacher, that's troublesome."
Ye Qiaoqiao's gratitude was expressed sincerely.
"It's okay. I may not be able to solve it, I can only ask first." Damon said, "Just focus on painting. Since I have accepted you as my student, I have to be responsible for you."
Ye Qiaoqiao understood and nodded.
After Damon left.
Ye Qiaoqiao first spent five days finishing the paintings that she had promised to submit for the exhibition, and then asked her assistant to deliver them.
Then I spent another three days studying award-winning Chinese paintings.
She found that these Chinese paintings were completely different from traditional Chinese paintings and had obvious Western characteristics.
No matter how Ye Qiaoqiao looked at it, she didn't like it very much.
Although she didn't like it, she still took some notes.
In addition to painting, he also contacted Commander Ye and tried to restore his memory.
Ye Qiaoqiao was also thinking about whether to contact her "husband".
It was at this time that Anson, who had been missing for half a month, came back.
That day, Ye Qiaoqiao was having breakfast at the Huaguo Restaurant not far downstairs as usual, when suddenly a person appeared in front of her.
Ye Qiaoqiao looked up suddenly and saw Anson sitting opposite her. He seemed to have come back in a hurry, with moisture on his body, obviously he had just finished cleaning up.
"Mr. Anson?" Ye Qiaoqiao looked up in surprise, "Where have you been during this time?"
"Go investigate the Ross family." Anson said calmly, then raised his eyes and asked, "Miss Ye, can I have dinner here?"
Ye Qiaoqiao thought to herself, you asked after you sat down, this is a case of acting first and asking for permission later, are all mercenaries like this?
No.
Ye Qiaoqiao herself rejected this idea. She looked at Anson with complicated eyes. In fact, only Anson had such a personality.
He seems polite, but he is actually domineering in his heart, and after being with him for a long time, he can't hide it at all.
"Well, okay, can we talk while we eat?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked.
"Well, Miss Ye, please ask."
Ye Qiaoqiao was originally feeling a little uncomfortable because of his familiarity, but was comforted by Anson's ability and frank attitude.
"Have you found out anything?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked after taking a sip of soy milk.
Anson was eating the bun with big mouthfuls. The stubble on his face almost covered his entire face. He looked tough but not dirty.
"I checked. The defense around Modo is not as good as I thought. It's not difficult to find an opportunity."
Ye Qiaoqiao opened her eyes in surprise, "Really?"
"Although there is an 80% chance of completing the mission, if he is caught, he will definitely provoke fierce revenge." Anson looked at her, "When are you planning to return home?"
Ye Qiaoqiao seemed to see concern in his eyes. Did he care whether she returned to China?
Ye Qiaoqiao just felt weird.
She always felt weird whenever she was with Anson.
"I still need to participate in the national competition." This time Ye Qiaoqiao's answer was more affirmative.
Teacher Damon has done her a favor, and Ye Qiaoqiao cannot just leave as long as her life is not in danger.
"...I see." Anson was distracted for a moment before returning to normal. "Ms. Ye, have you encountered any difficulties recently? Do you have enough money?"
Ye Qiaoqiao felt strange again, "Mr. Anson, is it my father who asked you to care whether I have money?"
Otherwise, Anson is just a mercenary, and he doesn't need to pay attention to the economic situation of the mission target. After all, he is not paid by Ye Qiaoqiao.
"..." Anson looked at her twice before he opened his lips slightly, "... Yeah."
"I just won first place in a Chinese painting competition and received a lot of prize money."
Ye Qiaoqiao tapped her fingers on the table inconspicuously, then handed him an interview magazine.
Anson naturally took it and looked down at it.
Ye Qiaoqiao was surprised by his serious attitude, as if... he was looking at something precious.
Anson took five minutes to finish reading it and then put the magazine away.
Ye Qiaoqiao, who was waiting for him to return the magazine to her, said: "..."
For some reason, seeing that Anson attached so much importance to the magazine she appeared in, Ye Qiaoqiao had a strange thought in her mind: He wouldn't like me, right?
"Mr. Anson, are you planning to send the magazine to my father?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked deliberately, picking at the cup with her fingers.
Anson looked up, and a pair of deep blue eyes met hers, "Yeah."
His voice was dark and hoarse, and he exuded a strong masculine aura. His personality should be domineering, but he never invaded her, so Ye Qiaoqiao was curious and felt a strange atmosphere.
"But..." Ye Qiaoqiao stretched out her voice, "I have already sent the magazine back to my father."
Anson paused while eating: "..."
"So...can you return the magazine to me?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked directly.
She met Anson's eyes that showed no emotion. Ye Qiaoqiao remained calm and waited for Anson's reaction.
After about ten seconds, Anson did not return the magazine to her, but asked, "I want to keep it so I can collect information by hand."
Ye Qiaoqiao, "..."
How could he refuse? Although Anson seemed to have reasonable reasons, Ye Qiaoqiao just felt that his motives were not pure.
Ye Qiaoqiao has no mood to talk about love with anyone now, not to mention that she has children and husband in China. Even if she has lost her memory, she can't do anything to betray.
"Do you know what my husband looks like?" Ye Qiaoqiao took a bite of the dumpling with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Father didn't give me a photo of him because he was in the private army."
Anson did not answer.
Ye Qiaoqiao said to herself, "Although I don't know what he looks like, I know he must be a hero."
“He also takes good care of the two children.”
"Unfortunately, I have forgotten everything about him."
"What do you think? Should I take the initiative to write a letter to him?" Ye Qiaoqiao was a little hesitant and nervous.
She stirred the soy milk with a spoon, her anxiety visibly evident.
Anson looked at her secretly for who knows how many times, and only spoke after hearing this, "Why are you so nervous about this?"
"I don't remember him, but he was someone I had an intimate relationship with. Keeping in touch means I'll no longer be single. It shouldn't be strange to be nervous about this, right?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked back. Her words and attitude were half true and half false. At this moment, her voice was cold and distant, as if she was completely unhappy to have a husband.
Anson put down his fork, his expression serious, "Ms. Ye, you shouldn't think like that. Whether it's your father or your husband, they are all your family members. There is no difference between them in essence."
"There is still a difference." Ye Qiaoqiao pursed her lips, and now she was speaking from the heart, "I'm not sure if I can accept him, and I'm not sure if he can accept me who has lost my memory."
"Because fathers don't have to choose, but husbands do."
"Ms. Ye, do you mean that you don't want your husband anymore?" Anson's emotions fluctuated violently for a moment.
Ye Qiaoqiao felt it, but she didn't care. Compared to Anson, she actually cared more about her husband in China.
This person is the one who actually has a marriage certificate with her.
He is also one of the relatives she has to face.
"That's not what I meant." Ye Qiaoqiao shook her head slightly, "I'm just afraid that my retreat will cause misunderstandings and bring trouble to the other party."
Anson still looked serious, "You can communicate with the other party directly."
"Let me try." Ye Qiaoqiao rubbed his forehead, a little hesitant.
Anson saw her reaction and said nothing more, but continued to pick up the food and eat quickly.
"I was locked up by Zhou Cong before. He was very strong and I couldn't accept it." Ye Qiaoqiao hesitated and looked at Anson deliberately, saying, "Do you think... my husband will be willing to give me time to accept everything strange?"
"I will." Anson said affirmatively.
Ye Qiaoqiao smiled at him brightly, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Anson, to help convey this idea to my husband in China. I'll wait for his reply."
Anson met her smile and just hummed without saying anything else.
Ye Qiaoqiao said: "Tell him to rest assured. Although I have lost my memory, I am not interested in other men. I just want to repay the favor of Teacher Damon, so I must participate in the competition."
I don’t know if it was because Ye Qiaoqiao made this statement on purpose.
After this, Anson never showed that weird feeling towards her again.
Ye Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was great that Anson had taken back his feelings for her. She didn't want him to let his feelings affect the tasks she had assigned him.
"buckwheat."
After half a month of preparation, Ye Qiaoqiao's painting for the semi-finals has taken shape. The weather is starting to get colder, but due to geographical reasons, she only needs a coat even if it is cold.
"Teacher." Ye Qiaoqiao stood up and saw Damon walking quickly in from outside the studio with a cup of coffee in his hand.
The drink handed to Ye Qiaoqiao was still soy milk, as everyone knew that she was in poor health and couldn't drink coffee.
"Qiao, come to my office with me." Damon said.
Ye Qiaoqiao followed in.
Damon said frankly, in a relaxed tone, "I have already met Mr. Mordo."
"What did Mr. Modo say?" Ye Qiaoqiao was a little curious.
"Mr. Modo said that he is willing to give me a favor and not arrange for anyone to cause trouble for you." Damon said with a smile, "You will be free from now on. As long as you recover from your illness, you can continue to study oil painting. You will become a famous painter all over the world."
Ye Qiaoqiao didn't expect the surprise to come so soon, but she was still a little skeptical, "Really?"
"Mr. Modo will not bother me anymore?"
"I didn't believe it at first. Modo said Dr. Zhong couldn't find a real antidote, only a relief potion."
"Dr. Zhong has signed a contract with Mr. Modo's company to purchase the mitigation agent. It is a separate cooperation contract."
"Although it is only a palliative medicine, it is one of the most effective palliative medicines in the world and is very valuable. It will probably be produced soon."
"Look, what did I bring back for you?" Damon happily reached out and took out a medicine box with the words "Drug Relief Potion" written in large letters on the cover.
And it is produced by Modo.
"This is a newly produced product. Mr. Modo gave me a copy." Damon handed the medicine to her. "Qiao, take it back and take it under the doctor's advice. Although it won't restore your memory, at least you don't have to worry about it getting worse."
Ye Qiaoqiao didn't expect the situation to develop in this direction.
"So, I also benefited from Dr. Zhong's help."
"Thank you, teacher. I will find time to take it." Ye Qiaoqiao was going to contact Zhong Yi and Commander Ye later.
If that were the case, she would truly be free.
Coming out of Damon's office.
Ye Qiaoqiao was still able to keep her composure.
She waited for the other party to give her some advice and made some revisions before returning home in the evening.
She contacted Commander Ye first.
After hearing her question, Commander Ye's first words were, "Qiao Qiao, the news you know is true. Your aunt Zhong Yi has indeed cooperated with the Ross family."
"...Is the relief potion real?" Ye Qiaoqiao hesitated. "She cooperated with the Ross family...Is it okay?"
After all, Zhong Yi is not a complete American citizen. She is just staying here temporarily and has a registered permanent residence in China.
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