I Have Amnesia, Don’t Be Noisy!

Chapter 36 make friends

Big brother Zhong’s helplessly hung up the phone and looked at his father sitting on the side.

“Don’t come back?” Zhong father frowned slightly, and the blond foreigners sitting on the side couldn’t understand what they were saying, just keep smiling.

“Mr. Dave, please drink tea.” Zhongmu smiled and gave a cup of tea to the foreigner and talked to him in fluent English.

The name of this person is Dave, a psychologist brought by Mr. Zhong in the country of rice. He is very experienced in treating traumatic amnesia. Zhong’s father has been delayed for so long abroad, in order to persuade the doctor to follow his own return.

“Oh, thank you, Madame,” Dave said with a warm smile on the standard of the rice country, thanking Zhongmu. “Hey, the tea in Huaguo is very delicious.”

“He lost his memory and hit his head. Can a psychiatrist cure?” During Zhong Yibin’s hospitalization, Zhongmu looked at the doctors who could see it all over, but did not find a psychiatrist. After all, the hospital’s diagnosis. Said that this is caused by external forces.

“This is the case. People have a sense of surface and subconscious. The subconscious is actually a memory reserve. If it can stimulate the memory of this part of the reserve, it is also a way to recover.”

On the way of Chu Qin’s arrival, I have heard that the purpose of the acquisition of the old wave is to make it out of the country. This kind of courage is no one. Now seeing this scene, I suddenly came up with a brilliant idea: “It’s better to speculate on the idea of ​​reincarnation of the emperor. It can not only promote TV dramas, but also make a fuss for coming out later. If the TV series is on fire, people are The acceptance of the empress will increase, so for the relationship between the two, you will be happy.”

The two were silent for a moment, and they pointed to the desktop with two fingers: “Zhong Er Bi, your wife is smarter than you.”

Zhong Yibin grinned and took the menu to start ordering

This house looks so high-end, but also uses a crystal goblet to hold a drink, but actually it is a Chinese restaurant. The dish quickly came up, and Song Song picked up a roast chicken wings and placed them in a bowl. Very natural to add up and eat. Although they are both smaller than Chuchin, they seem to have lived together for many years.

Chu Qin felt interesting and couldn’t help but look at it more.

Zhong Yibin was somewhat upset. He poked his wife on his elbow: “What do you look at? What should you look at your handsome husband!”

Chu Qin stuffed the peeled crab meat into his mouth and blocked his mouth.

A meal was eaten by the guests, not drinking, only drinking a limited edition of Coke, did not affect the driving, Zhong Yibin happily carried Chu Qin home.

“Today’s entertainment, don’t you hate it?” Zhong Yibin gave Chu Qin a seat belt, and took the opportunity to kiss him in the corner of his mouth.

“Well, Song is very interesting. The last time he was at the ceremony was like knowing him. Unfortunately, there is no chance. He is also very good, and he can talk to you.” Chu Qin said with a smile. In fact, mainly because he saw Zhong Yibin playing with him, his mind became clear, and people have made a lot of progress. I feel very pleased.

Compared with Zhong Yibin’s friends, it is simply the tip of the thirty-three heavens and the sewers of the eighteen layers of hell. The gap is not one and a half.

“Then I will confess this kind of friend in the future.” Zhong Yibin listened to Chu Qin’s praise of his friend and felt like he was praising him. The last time I played with Wu Wan, although those people were very enthusiastic, it made him feel for a few days.

Chu Qin stunned, looked up at the eyes of the bright crystal of Zhong Yibin, like a big dog that smashed his ball to his tail, could not help but grin, reached out and licked the furry plate inch head: “Good what.”

Zhong Yibin was touched by his head, and he was more happy. He was proud of his hand and squatting on the throttle. The music in Bali is familiar, just sounds like the language of the month.

“What song is this?” Chu Qin asked him curiously.

“I sing you a Chinese version, guess you!” Zhong Yibin sang with a smile. “Look at the sky, watch the stars, watch the universe! The red day from that place…”

Chu Qin heard a confused, never heard the lyrics, but the song is very familiar.

“Oh, how are you so stupid!” Zhong Yibin grinned, dropped the steering wheel, made a cross in his hands, shouted, “Tyro, Altman!”

“Mom, still can’t go!” The car behind him slammed the horn, and the middle-aged uncle who drove out his head and screamed at him.

Zhong Yibin turned back and saw that the red light in front had turned green. He could have left, and quickly stepped on the gas pedal.

“Hey–” Chu Qin couldn’t help but sneer out, “Altman, do you still have to follow the traffic lights?”

“That is of course,” Zhong Yibin proudly held up his chest and stretched forward with one hand. “The warrior of justice is a good boy who obeys the law!”

Then, because the speed was too slow, he was overtaken by the uncle behind him. Uncle looked up and glanced at him: “Mom’s mental retardation.”