Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    Zuo Yan's lips were itchy by the gas he spoke, and he licked his lips. "In fact, it tastes good."

    Gu Zhi's eyes were deep. , The hand holding his chin tightened, "You have been entangled with me since you saw me, and now you are trying to follow me home, and the people around me keep silent to you.

    Since I am the first From the first meeting to the present, you only talk about our acquaintance, and you don’t talk about the memory of the past, my friend?" My

    heart was pounding, Zuo Yan's throat moved lightly, and he said softly: "You can't remember anymore, is it useful to say this? , Talking about memories with someone who can’t remember, whether it’s crying or laughing, only I know the meaning inside, can you understand.”

    Gu Zhi suddenly let go, clenched his fists, and looked at him with white gauze around his eyes. Covering those talking eyes, the smile at the corner of his mouth outlines a distressing arc.

    The atmosphere between the two was heavy, and Zuo Yan suddenly drew close to him, the distance he stopped just short of allowing them to stick.

    "As for what is our relationship, I can be your husband for four lifetimes."

    After saying that, without waiting for Gu Zhi's response, he stood up on the sofa and walked aside, found the door according to his memory, and said before leaving, "You can promise. When my eyes are good, you can drive me away. Don’t go back.”

    Close the door, only Gu Zhi is left in the study. Looking at the direction of the door, there is a book on his leg, his pale fingers opened at random, alone. His name was densely written all over the paper.

    "Zuo Yan." The middle name was tapped at the fingertips, and Gu Zhi frowned. Why, there is no memory at all.

    Zuo Yan left the study and ran to his room to lie down for a while. His dream was messed up. When he woke up, he was still confused. He answered the phone, "Hello?"

    "Mr. Zuo, do you have time now."

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    "You What's wrong with your eyes?"

    "It's okay, it's spicy."

    Zhou Wei said: "You eat with your eyes?"

    Can I swallow it with my eyes? The gauze blocked him, not allowing Zhou Wei to see him roll his eyes.

    "Could it be possible that Mr. Zhou gave me the contract again?" The two sat in the cafe, making it difficult for him to come over with swollen eyes.

    Zhou Wei said: "It can be said that, given your degree of completion last time, I have a new patient who was depressed and wanted to commit suicide. I believe Mr. Zuo must be fine. As for the remuneration, it has been clearly stated in the contract. ."

    Zuo Yan did not answer, "Is Mr. Zhou very busy these days."

    "Fortunately."

    "Your young master just woke up, your assistant should not be easy."

    "What do you want to say. "Quiet." After a while, Zhou Wei said.

    Zuo Yan took the contract he handed over, "I didn’t even have a dream test, so you dared to let me drive without a license. You bet it right, and Gu Zhi woke up. When you made this decision, you should have thought about it. Today."

    Zhou Wei looked at him, leaning on the chair, "I didn't expect it to be so fast."

    Zuo Yan heard his subtle movements and said: "You'd better not sit like this, you didn't find your chest muscles are developed. Are the buttons on your shirts taut? "

    Zhou that looked down," What do you mean. "

    I forgot to tell you, this is the same friends cafe. "

    Zhou Wei sat upright and looked left and right. Sure enough, he saw a few people staring at him. Seeing him looking over, he cast a wink.

    Zhou Wei twisted his eyebrows, "Zuo Yan!"

    Zuo Yan said innocently, "Don't look at me like this, it's just that this place is close, my eyes are not far away."

    "I thought you were getting rid of it.

    " It’s not that you don’t know the content of the dream. What is so strange about resuscitation, not to mention that you have contributed a lot."

    Zhou Wei said: "I just hope the young master wakes up."

    Zuo Yan said: "I mean After waking up."

    "You are a wise man, I won't tell you more if you have extra words. You are all over the impulsive age. I hope you can know what you are doing. You are his medicine, but you take too much. There will also be drug resistance. I still have work to be busy, and I can call me if I have something to do, but I hope it’s a good thing.”

    Zuo Yan asked before he left, “Why haven’t I seen you before?” I never heard him mention this person during that time.

    Zhou Wei said, "I used to be by the old man's side."

    Zuo Yan nodded, peeling off the gauze and watching him leave. He felt that something went too smoothly before.

    If Gu Zhi was just narcolepsy after the explosion, he would not say that it was news of his death. Only when he was unconscious or unable to wake up again would there be such a saying.

    Zhou Wei's approach to him should be a good idea. It can also be said that a dead horse is a living horse doctor. The news that Gu Zhi woke up is still unannounced, but he happened to go to the hospital for a physical examination during the few days he went to the hospital. He was seen again. He and Gu Zhi had met several times before he was amnesticized. Gu Zhi had just woke up, and the people around him still heard Zhou Zhi, how could they not report to him.

    On the day of the memory hall, Zhou Wei and him were betting. If Gu Zhi did not come, he believed that Zhou Wei would make a proposition and would delete all the memories of seeing Gu Zhi.

    Zuo Yan was sitting in the car and sorting out the things in his head. The truth should be inseparable from what he guessed. When he came to Gu Zhi's house, he remembered Gu Zhi's grandfather, but now that he hasn't seen it in Gu Zhi's house, it may have been Zhou Wei who stopped the old man.

    When he walked to the door and pressed the bell, eleven opened the door for him, holding the gauze in his hand, turning his head to see Gu Zhi next to the sofa, and looking sideways, Zuo Yan suddenly remembered Zhou Wei's words.

    "You are his medicine."

    Zuo Yan walked over with a smile, thinking that it was indeed, hope was not poison.