Lan Yifeng looked at Huo Qingcang angrily. She shouldn't get close to such a dangerous thing.

Huo Qingcang knew that he had really scared her this time, so he opened the car door and said, "Go in and sit down. We will go back as soon as daybreak."

She got into the car, and he sat next to her, took two apples and handed them to her: "Here."

There were still tears on Lan Yifeng's face, and she didn't dare to reach out to pick it up. This was food dedicated to ghosts. Eating it would definitely attract little ghosts.

"You are really superstitious." Huo Qingcang took the mineral water bottle, washed the apples, and started eating them by himself.

The crisp apples are moist and juicy, and although they are sour, they taste good.

Lan Yifeng's watery eyes widened in horror, watching him eat the apple three or two times, then wash the last one and hand it to her again.

"I washed it for you personally, and you still want to eat it?" Huo Qingcang looked like he personally served her, and it was her blessing. How could it be so irritating to him?

Lan Yifeng didn't talk to him, nor did he take the apple from him. He turned his head to one side and looked out of the car, not wanting to talk to him at all.

"If you don't eat, then I will feed you myself!"

As soon as he said these words, she turned her head angrily and shouted loudly: "You are scarier than ghosts, so you are not afraid of ghosts! But I am!"

"This is grown in the orchard on the side, not a sacrifice. The sacrifice has been in the sun for a day, how can it be so fresh!"

Huo Qingcang forced the apple into her hand, "Eat it with confidence."

He...he teased her again!

Lan Yifeng gritted his teeth in anger, "You Huo Qingcang, you really got into trouble with her today!"

Huo Qingcang didn't care whether she ate or not, and stopped talking to her. He put down the car seat, got out, and looked at the roof of the car without blinking.

Lan Yifeng hesitated, and finally put the apple aside.

"You don't trust me that much?" Huo Qingcang realized what she had done and asked in a cold voice.

"Do you think there is a need for trust between the two of us? The relationship is obviously based on interests."

Lan Yifeng felt really tired and put down the car seat on her side.

She walked down and turned her back to Huo Qingcang, not wanting to talk to him or see him again.

There was a sound of getting up from behind, and the next moment, the sunroof above the car opened, and a cold wind blew in.

"Hey, Huo Qingcang, you're not cold, but I am!" Lan Yifeng sat up and was about to close the skylight.

"Look at the stars in the sky."

An extremely ordinary sentence, but it instantly stopped her movements.

She slowly raised her head. Sure enough, although it was very cold and windy today, the stars in the sky were indeed very bright.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her down, and she climbed back into the car seat again, but this time she was lying flat on her back, just like him.

Huo Qingcang opened his thin lips slightly and uttered two words: "It's so bright."

Lan Yifeng also stared blankly at the stars above his head, while those little guys blinked their eyes mischievously.

Scenes of watching the stars with him flashed through her mind like a fast-forward movie.

The man lying next to him is innocent, but things change and people look at the stars, and their mood changes.

Huo Qingcang turned his head slightly. For a moment, he felt as if he had experienced such a scene. It was as if he had been like someone, lying like this in the car with the sunroof open, looking at the bright lights on the night.

star.

And the woman next to him gradually overlapped with the female ghost in white in his dream...

He suddenly came back to his senses and blinked. Yes, the woman in front of him was Lan Yifeng, not the female ghost in white. What happened to him just now? He actually felt that the female ghost in white that he had been unable to see clearly had blue eyes.

Yi Feng has the same face.

If the female ghost in white is Ran Qianqian, wouldn't it be a kind of blasphemy against her if he thought of her as another woman?

Huo Qingcang turned his head again and looked at the night.

…

The sky finally turned white. The two people in the car were originally lying on their own car seats, but at this moment, they were hugging each other tightly.

Last night, they were extremely tired and fell asleep unconsciously while looking at the stars. They even forgot to close the skylight.

There was heavy dew at night, and their clothes were soaked. With the cold wind blowing, it would be strange if they didn't hug each other to keep warm.

Huo Qingcang woke up first and was about to drive. Then he pushed her gently, and she pressed against him again like a magnet.

Her lips were blue from the cold, and there was cold sweat on her head. He reached out and touched her forehead, which was frighteningly hot.

"Shit!" He cursed and immediately started the car.

In fact, the road down the mountain was right behind the Waibo Tree, and he could see it at a glance after dawn.

The car was driving very fast, and she was lying on the seat without any reaction. It seemed that she was really seriously ill.

The sports car ran down the mountain quickly and passed by a small town. He drove the car around the town and searched for it. Finally he found a drug store and opened the door with a bang.

"Yifeng...take some medicine..." He shook her, trying to wake her up, but her eyes were still tightly closed, and her mouth was also closed tightly.

There is still half a day left for the return trip, so she cannot make it home without taking any medicine.

Huo Qingcang forced the pills into her mouth, then took a sip of water and kissed her lips.

The four lips fit together seamlessly, so that all the water would not flow out. He used his tongue to pry open her teeth and put the pills and water into her throat.

After finally feeding her a few pills, Huo Qingcang made arrangements while driving, and sent her to the hospital as soon as she returned to the city.

The doctor checked her and said she had a fever and no other symptoms, and then asked the nurse to give her fluids.

"No need to hang up!" Huo Qingcang stopped the doctor. Flooding is very harmful to the human body. In foreign countries, it is rare for people to hang up.

He gave the order coldly: "Physically reduce the fever."

Seeing his persistence, the doctor had no choice but to do as he said and arranged for a special nurse to take care of Lan Yifeng.

He didn't know whether it was the medicine he had taken before or the physical reduction of fever. Lan Yifeng's petite body gradually stopped shaking, and the red cloud on his face gradually faded away.

Seeing that she was fine, Huo Qingcang walked out of her ward and came to Zhao Shiyan's office.

Zhao Juyan, one of the world-renowned psychotherapists, stayed in this hospital during his return to China.

He is one of the most famous psychotherapists and one of the most famous doctors. He only works three days a week and only accepts two patients during each working hour.

In other words, he treats six people a week.

Today, Huo Qingcang is his only patient.

"Zhao Jiyan..." Huo Qingcang stared at his cousin and said word by word: "I want you to help me hypnotize me and find out the lost memories."
Chapter completed!