I Have Amnesia, Don’t Be Noisy!

Chu Qin was stimulated today. Now when he said the word "strong|violent", he couldn't help but tremble. He urgently needed a heartfelt affection and let him forget about it.

"Hey?" Zhong Yibin was stiff and a bit ugly.

The room was quiet for a second, Chu Qin coughed, this game they played before, but Zhong Yibin apparently forgot, the atmosphere suddenly embarrassed.

Zhong Yibin turned over and sat up, watching Chu Qin’s instantly red-faced ears, suddenly blessing the soul, some excitement and some nervous questions: “Strong...violent...how, how to get it?”

"Just... is..." Chu Qin was asked by his hands and feet. Facing such a pair of clear eyes, it is embarrassing to explain this shameful game. "Oh, I said, don't play!"

Chu Qin buried his face in the pillow and saw no face.

Zhong Yibin looked at him and turned and went out.

Hearing the footsteps of the far away, Chu Qin breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the lover of amnesia, it was really stressful. When he wanted to play a stimulating moment, he had the illusion of teaching a child. I made myself really like a male fox, and I lost my life.

"Qin Qin, come over!" Zhong Yibin’s voice came from the living room and seemed to be anxious.

Chu Qin squatted up, put on his slippers and ran to the living room. He just ran to the corner. A black shadow suddenly came out from behind him, hugged him, and took a towel in his hand and grabbed his mouth. .

"Hey!" Chu Qin was shocked and struggling fiercely. He had a lot of manpower behind him and easily subdued him.

"Be honest!" The low-pitched voice, with a few deliberately pretending to be fierce, isn't Zhong Yibin?

This time is Chu Qin Meng, stupidly by Zhong Yibin tied his hands and feet with a rope, squatting into the bedroom, slammed into the bed.

"Hey! Don't be afraid, it hurts you, huh?" Zhong Yibin even tied a strip of cloth on his face. The black cloth strip is only five centimeters wide, covering the bridge of the nose. Nothing else is covered. It looks a bit evil.

Chu Qin’s hands and feet are tied and can only be arched like a silkworm.

"Oh..." Zhong Yibin smiled wickedly and slaps a slap in the round butt. "You can eat less bitterly, or you have to suffer."

This sounds evil, but Chu Qin’s body can’t stop responding. He’s blushing and saying, “No...no...”

Zhong Yibin ignored him, made a wretched expression of a perverted uncle, and rushed to kiss him.

Lin Xiaoxiao invited the general to say that when Chu Qin was taken to the hospital that day, she was already in a coma. She helped the police to take off Chu Qin’s jacket and the like. "Your blood-stained clothes, dirty pants, There is also a broken phone..."

"Wait!" The smile on Chu Qin’s face disappeared instantly, grabbing Lin Xiaoxiao’s hand, “What mobile phone?”

"It's an old-fashioned mobile phone, dirty. The police said it was an exhibit. If you want to take it away, I will give it to you without your cell phone." Lin Xiaoxiao said with a big nerve.

Chu Qin breathed a stagnation, he was too nervous at the time, can not remember whether the phone was lost in the cornfield or in his hand. Now it seems that he has been holding the phone in his hand, and the police have also got it. So, where is the mobile phone now?

After Zhong Jiabin received a call from Chu Qin, he was silent for a moment: "I know." Just hanging up the phone, Zhong Yibin pushed the door in.

"Brother, did Chu Qin call you?" Zhong Yibin rushed to the president's desk and picked up his brother's tea to mutter and drink.

"Just hit it, this is not easy, someone intervened," Zhong Jiabin licked his lips. "I will find a way."

Zhong Yibin sighed, although he wanted to help, but lost his memory, what kind of connections do not remember, and even if you remember, certainly no one knows what his brother knows: "Brother, give me two bodyguards."

Before he found the messenger, Chu Qin was insecure. He couldn’t be around Chu Qin all the time, and someone had to look after him. Zhong Jia's big brother is helpless and can only be assigned to him.

"And, Yuhua and the big fish, give it to me." Zhong Yibin would like to know the purpose of the acquisition of the old wave, certainly not for money, always feel that it is also very useful for him.

Zhong Jiabin is very pleased with his brother's willingness to do things. "This is not a good thing to control. If you don't understand anything, please feel free to ask me." After that, throw a set of materials at his hand, which is the land information and competition with Yuhua. Yuhua’s financial analysis, there is a share analysis of the old wave and some information about the big fish.

Then, a young man with a long face and a suit came in.

"I sent you the Secretary of the land, this project is he is following up." Big brother Zhong introduced this ugly secretary, named Lu Peng.

"Okay." Zhong Yibin is missing a reliable secretary. Although the secretary of Jin is intimate, the fact that the small movie was put in the meeting before is enough to see that this person is not careful enough to make him feel uneasy.

With the secretary of the land secretary and the elder brother’s authorization to see him, he looked at him quite interestingly: “You have been very energetic recently.” He cooperated with others, and he must first check the opponent’s bottom, Zhong Yibin. He is very clear about what kind of person he is.

"Yeah," Zhong Yibin smiled. "With the person who wants to guard, I can't help but want to become stronger." This is said to be full of pride, as if the background is full of passionate sound effects.

Secretary Lu stood on one side and took a slap.

I didn’t even think that there was anything strange, and I quite agreed to nod. “Do you know why I bought the old waves?”

"Definitely not for money, is it for Song Zong?" Zhong Yibin guessed that Song Zong is the president of Xinghai Entertainment, Song Hao, who is also a boyfriend.

"Yes, no," took a sip of red wine. "I want to control public opinion."

He wants to announce the news of marriage in front of the country. He still has to say that his wife is not good enough to control public opinion.

"Do you know why the southerly winds prevailed during the Wei and Jin Dynasties? It was because the literati controlled the public opinion and made the people think that this is an elegant thing." He smiled slowly, and what he had to do was to make people feel that He is the most suitable for him with Song Yu, but those who oppose it and say bad things are heretics!

Zhong Yibin slowly widened his eyes and could still do this!