Chapter 575

If she would have been afraid and hesitant before, she would have thought it would be self willed and selfish not to listen to Jiang song's words and insist on retrieving her memory. But now, after reading the memorial album, no one and nothing in the world can stop her.

Put down the album, she greedily stroked the lines on the cover, like the palmprint he once branded on it.

A perfect match is a predestined fate.

Eyes are full of determination, she began in the room kept picking, do not believe that there is no sharp thing left, can cut his wrist flesh.

Bedside tube, writing desk, wardrobe drawer, even the garbage can also turned over.

Jiang song is rigorous and careful in his work. In terms of safety, he does not give Jiang Wu any chance.

She walked into the bathroom in frustration, looked at herself in the mirror, and almost couldn't recognize the woman with deep attachment.

His face is dark snow, his lips are pale red, and his eyes are dim. Only the Zircon Earrings on his ears are dazzling.

Ginger charming Mou Guang a Lin, hand already slowly caressed ear nail.

It's a trinket she picked up at random. It's not as valuable as diamonds, and it doesn't hurt to lose it. What's more, this kind of stall goods are not silver needles. They are not as soft as silver needles. They deform with a little effort. They are extremely hard. Sometimes they forget to take them off to sleep, and their side is still painful.

She took off the earpin and examined it under the light. It was long enough, but it was not sharp enough - so she took it to the stone platform by the window and polished it carefully against a rough stone surface

After a while, the thick round needle has become extremely sharp, and it is easy to pierce the skin.

She prepared all the things she could find, such as medicine box, disinfectant alcohol, gauze, round headed tweezers, etc. she turned on the lamp to the maximum brightness, slowly raised her hand and put it on the cold table.

There is no blade, with a small silver needle, no doubt as long as lingchi pain, but now Jiang Wu, no choice.

Sitting on the chair, Jiang Wu took a deep breath, concentrated, and pinched the ear needle between her two fingers.

In order to find the exact location of the chip, she began to force herself to think about those memory fragments, to piece together, dig deeply, activate the resistance of the chip, and let the familiar heat on her wrist tell her where it is.

The pain began to work, and the heat, like a fire, spread out somewhere in the wrist.

Jiang Wu clenched her teeth, found the most central position, and thrust the ear needle into it!

Thanks to my deep thought and headache, the pain of needling is not so hard. The next step is to peel the skin with a needle. The real torture is still to come.

Take a breath and rest for a moment, Jiang Wu is about to take the next step of self abuse action, the locked door suddenly came the sound of the handle twisting!

She turned back in a panic, just to the complex eyes of Jiang song.

"Brother, brother? Hiss -- "with a shake of his hand, the ear needle almost disappeared and couldn't twist.

Seeing Jiang Fu's intention, Jiang song was not too surprised, but his frustration and helplessness became more obvious.

"Come here, little bag."

He stood behind her, without the intention of stopping or scolding. The deep sense of powerlessness made her feel strange.

Do you mean He figured it out? You're not going to stop her?

Standing up on the edge of the table, she looked at the empty space behind Jiang song. Fat man and Cui Renyao didn't follow. Zheng Moyan also disappeared. He was the only one who came to her room and seemed willing to listen to her and have a good talk with her.

"It's early in the morning again. Last night, we stayed up all night for your business. Now I'll let them all go to bed and wait for the news from Wang Li. For you to revise the memory

He sat down at the end of the bed, folded his hands and looked at her quietly.

Jiang Wu's heart was like a stone, and she gave a wry smile:

"so, are you here to inform me? Tell me that everything I know and think of now is a flash in the pan. As soon as the news of Wang Li arrives, I'm the Jiang Fu you expect to see. I'm happy and comfortable. If I don't know anything, I won't be sad about anything. "

Jiang song shook his head and reached for her hand:

"after thinking for a long time, maybe no one can decide for you what is right and what is wrong - I want to learn to lose you, the innocent and comfortable you. Maybe it's because I have been in a coma for so many years, and I have to accept your growth and change before I look at you and get used to you I'm too selfish. "

Seeing the tears in Jiang Fu's eyes moving, he recalled a faint smile, as warm as ever:

"I should understand that no matter what you become, you are my pocket, which will never change."