After amnesia, the top Alpha husband fell from the sky

Chapter 16 Welcome to Zhang Family's Wanderer from Another World

An Yan thinks that there is no one more unlucky than him in this world. Before wearing a book, he was an orphan who was unloved. He finally finished college and got a high-paying job. A mortal cannon fodder!

The key problem is that he knows who the protagonist Shou is. He has no memory of the protagonist Gong who ruined the original owner's family, and he doesn't know his name.

Wait... Married, the original owner's later disasters all stemmed from marrying the protagonist Gong, so now that he is married to Lu Chen, could it be that he is the protagonist Gong! !

No, no... The original owner only met the protagonist Gong after graduating from university. According to Zhuo Xi, the two fell in love when they were in college. This is seriously inconsistent with the original plot, so Lu Chen is not necessarily the protagonist Gong.

Moreover, he is already married, and Wen Jialin has also committed to enter the entertainment industry, which seriously deviates from the main line of the novel, what is going on here.

An Yan's memory came to an abrupt end here.

What's the matter! ! !

For now, even if he knows the original plot, it is useless. He can only wait for his memory to recover before he can explore the reason for the change in the plot line.

An Yan only felt a pain in the head, and looked back at his white and tender fingers, his eyes were confused and he fell into a daze.

When Lu Xun came back with the freshly baked dinner, he was at his omega looking unlovable, and the sweet and milky fragrance in the past was a bit astringent.

Putting down the dinner, he rubbed the little omega's head, and helped him pull it up, "Why don't you twitch, it's time to eat dinner."

"Hmm..." An Yan took his hand and got up from the hospital bed.

Seeing that the food for dinner was light, An Yan lost his appetite for a moment.

"Try his family's crab porridge." Seeing little Omega staring at the dinner on the table with bitter hatred, "the doctor told me to eat something light these two days."

Put the porridge in front of him, stuff the spoon into his hand, and stare at him.

An Yan took a deep breath, ordered a spoonful of porridge, unexpectedly the taste was not bad, very fresh and moderately salty.

He hadn't eaten for a day and a night since he fell into a coma, and he didn't feel hungry without eating. After taking a sip of porridge, he felt like he could swallow a pig.

Seeing him devouring like a little tabby cat, Lu Xun was very relieved, but he couldn't help but feel worried when he thought of Tal's words.

After eating and drinking, An Yan put down the spoon in his hand as soon as he looked up and saw Lu Chen hesitated to speak: "If you have any questions, just ask."

Lu Xun hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Yanyan, did you remember anything? I'm not in a hurry, it's okay even if I can never recover my memory, I just... um..."

An Yan picked up a piece of luncheon meat and fed it to Lu Chen, interrupting his babbling.

"I don't need to explain, I understand, but... still..." An Yan shook his head with his eyes half vertical.

He is still not sure if he told Lu Xun about this before he lost his memory. After all, wearing a book is like discovering aliens, Erha does not tear down the house.

Shocking, no, a miracle!

After tidying up the leftovers after the meal, An Yan asked An Yan to wash up briefly and then go to bed to rest.

Lu Xun picked up the temperature gun on the bedside table and planned to take his temperature.

Watching his movements, An Yan's pupils dilated and froze, and a series of strange images burst into his mind - he was lying on the ground facing the light, his face was bleeding, and the man opposite him was tall and majestic, his back was facing the light, his face Buried in the shadows, with the gun pointed at himself, even under the sun, the whole picture is extremely cold.

More intense images emerged from the depths of his memory. Accompanied by intense pain, An Yan held his head in his hands in pain, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his whole body was plunged into a vortex of pain. He couldn't stop trembling. A face so delicately distorted with a smile appeared in front of my eyes...that was...that was...

Wen Jialin! ! !

Lu Chen at the side called the doctor when An Yan hugged his head in pain. Seeing little omega trembling in pain, Lu Chen's heart ached like a knife.

The medical staff circled around An Yan, and the doctor couldn't explain the cause of the headache. Tal wasn't here right now, so he called him urgently and said, "Side effects, the pain will be fine after a while." 'He now has the heart to kill.

Swinging aside the surrounding medical staff, he stepped forward and hugged the little omega. The hospital gown on the little omega was wet with cold sweat. Lu Chen tightened his arms around him, trying to warm his cold body with his own body temperature. .

In the past, Lu Xun wanted An Yan to restore his memory so much, but now he wants so much that he will never remember.

"Yanyan, be good... don't bite your lips."

Rescued An Yan's lower lip from under his fangs, and replaced it with his own hand, regardless of the blood gushing from the tiger's mouth, gently ran along his back, and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid of words, I'm here."

After a long time, Lu Chen's hands holding An Yan were numb, and An Yan slowly raised his head, the corners of his eyes became redder and more intense, and the sadness in his eyes was about to be wrung out, staring at Lu Chen for a long time, unable to regain his senses.

Seeing it, Lu Chen felt even more distressed, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead restrainedly, his voice was full of pity, "Be good, tell Brother Chen, do you still have a headache?"

And An Yan just looked at Lu Chen's eyebrows and eyes, and said slowly, with great sadness in his voice, "Lu Chen, has my father, An Youzhe, been sentenced to 10 years for economic crimes?"

Lu Xun froze for a moment, he didn't expect that An Yan would recall this matter now, seeing how injured he was, Lu Xun nodded ruthlessly.

An Yan took a deep breath, held his breath, turned around and hugged Lu Chen fiercely, and let go of Lu Chen before his clothes got wet.Moved away from his arms and lay on the bed on his side, "I want to sleep for a while, you go and wash up first."

Looking at his back, Lu Xun felt that he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, but he knew that what he could do now was to give his lover time to digest independently.

Hearing the sound of water flowing from the bathroom, An Yan opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the bathroom with a complicated expression.

He didn't just think of his father being imprisoned in his sophomore year and his family going bankrupt.He also remembered the dream of becoming 27.8 years old and being trampled under his feet.

The pain in that dream seemed to be real, and even his heart was eroded, like ten thousand ants and insects biting him. When he thought of that scene, his heart ached, as if everything happened for real.

But how could he have such a memory?

This deviates too much from reality. According to Zhuo Xi, it was the first time he and Wen Jialin met, so how could there be a scene in a dream?

And his legs are good now, he is 28 years old now, could it be that these are just conceived by himself, but he has never seen Wen Jialin before!

Why did this dream disappear from his memory...

Just when An Yan was thinking about it but couldn't figure it out, a message ringing with a special note sounded under the pillow.

——It was a text message from Xunliang who had disappeared for a long time:

"Welcome home, wanderer from another world."

Seeing the text message from Xunliang, An Yan, who was in the air-conditioned room, felt cold from the inside out.As if being held by invisible tentacles, he was pulled into a vortex called conspiracy.

Who is Xunliang? !

The author has something to say:

La la la, Yan Zai has begun to recover his memory, and the mainline dungeon has started. (=A=)

By the way, there is also a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. As the saying goes, there are fifteen moons and sixteen rounds. It should not be too late to say happy festivals (hehe, >V<)

The blisters on the mouth hurt TVT, I can't eat snail noodles, hot and sour noodles... tears run down