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Xiao Meng Han's face was expressionless, but in the next second her right hand was hidden under her coat. He opened his mouth again: "You send him to the hospital while my mother and Xiao Lian stay in the villa. I don't want them to worry."

"What about you? Meng Han, I contacted Doctor Liang, he is currently rushing here with his assistants. " Han Yong thought for a bit before giving Doctor Liang a call. He had taken care of Xiao Menghan and himself when they were overseas.

"Liang Yidong?" Xiao Meng Han still wanted to say something, but when he saw the bloodstains on Xuan Peng's face, he stopped himself from speaking and signaled Han Yong to immediately send Xuan Peng to the hospital.

Han Yong was worried. Before he left, he told Xiao Meng Han to wait for his return and not to get too excited. There was also the matter of Mo Xiao Ran.

Han Yong hesitated for a moment, but upon seeing Xiao Meng's frosty gaze, his heart skipped a beat.

Han Yong more or less noticed the misunderstanding between Xuan Peng and Mo Xiaoxiao. That traffic accident and Wang Yiling's character, Han Yong had already investigated them and found out that Mo Xiaoxiao had always been with the wolves.

That silly girl, Han Yong shook his head and sighed.

Xuan Peng slowly woke up. He looked at Xuan Peng driving the car, then looked around and asked curiously, "Where are we? "You are?"

"Me? Don't you know me? " Han Yong turned his head to look at Xuan Peng, whose head was covered in blood, and was shocked.

Han Yong stopped his car by the side of the road and calmly looked at Xuan Peng, trying to discern something from his gaze.

"How do you drive my car?" Xuan Peng cautiously asked as he sized up Han Yong. His eyes became sharper as he felt a stabbing pain in his forehead.

Xuan Peng reached out his hand to touch it, and found a patch of dried up blood. He coldly looked at Han Yong and asked, "Did you injure me?"

"Do you remember why I hurt you?" Han Yong felt that Xuan Peng was a little strange. How could it be weird?

Xuan Peng tried his best to think back. This time, his head was buzzing with pain. He tried his best to sit up in the car and look suspiciously at Han Yong. Han Yong's expression did not change, but his heart was calm on the surface.

Neither of the two men was weak. The air in the carriage was eerily quiet.

Han Yong started the car and continued to drive towards the hospital. He was already much more at ease with the person still alive. Even if Xuan Peng were to sue him in the future, he would have a way to deal with him.

"Where to now?"

"Hospital, you need to take a look."

"You still haven't said why you hurt me? And do we know each other? " Xuan Peng's eyes were filled with doubt. He looked at Han Yong and felt as if there was a blurry figure moving close to him from far away. As that figure approached, he felt a kind of sadness in his heart.

Han Yong didn't give Xuan Peng an answer. He said he would first see a doctor to discuss the details. The doctor's answer to Han Yong was Xuan Peng's selective amnesia.

"What do you mean by selective amnesia?" Han Yong was stupefied. He had gotten himself into a lot of trouble with this swing of his stick.

The doctor pushed his eyes away from the bridge of his nose, looked at Han Yong, and then looked at Xuan Peng, who was currently being bandaged by a nurse, then said, "Selective amnesia, when a person encounters a strong stimulus, he already won't be able to accept it. He will subconsciously forget about the people who are involved in this matter, but his mind doesn't mean that he really erased these memories.

"How long will he think of it?"

"Not necessarily, and he doesn't mean that he can really be unaffected. When he does things, he might be unwittingly affected. You can take him to hypnosis so that you can think of it quickly. I know a pretty good hypnotist.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Han Yong directly refused the doctor and looked at Xuan Peng. Han Yong had investigated Xuan Peng before; he was a man with a steady and determined manner, and was also quite a good man. If it wasn't for the anxiety between Mo Xiao Yun and Xiao Meng Han, he thought that Xuan Peng and Mo Xiao Yun would be a very happy couple.

Xuan Peng watched as Han Yong walked out of the doctor's office. He narrowed his eyes and stood up. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly felt dizzy.

"Are you okay?" Han Yong was slightly worried as he looked at Xuan Peng's pale face and thought of Mo Xiao.

Xuan Peng waved his hand. He was more anxious to know the reason behind Han Yong beating him up. He could call the police, but he subconsciously rejected this suggestion.

In the teahouse, Han Yong poured Xuan Peng a cup of tea. He was thinking about how to give Xuan Peng a better explanation: "Actually, this is just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?"

"Yes, my girlfriend has been stalked by a hooligan recently. I've been protecting her in the dark, but the other day I saw you looking at her, so …?"

Han Yong helplessly pointed at Xuan Peng's forehead. "That's it."

"You think I'm that hooligan?" Xuan Peng lowered his head to look at his suit. His face was calm and heroic.

Xuan Peng suddenly had a thought. Who said this, he couldn't remember. He only knew that it seemed very cute. She was smiling and poking his face with his finger, saying that with his steadiness and heroic spirit, he would definitely succeed.

"You, what happened?" Han Yong looked at Xuan Peng's dazed expression. He knew that the doctor's words were correct. Xuan Peng would be affected, but he couldn't recall anything related to Mo Xiaoxiao.

"Nothing." Xuan Peng lowered his head. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He stood up and left hurriedly, his mind empty. It was as if something important had been lost, something that he had always cherished.

Mo Xiaoxiao and Yang Ziying walked out of a men's supply store across the street. In their hands, they carried several bags of clothing that they had bought for Xiao Menghan.

Yang Ziying had spent a lot of effort to persuade Mo Xiaoxiao to accompany her shopping. Yang Ziying had been looking for a suitable time for Mo Xiaoxiao to move to the Xiao family's old mansion.

"Xiao Yan, there's a teahouse over there. Let's go and have a cup of tea. When we get old, all the parts will rust. If we walk, our waist and legs will ache."

"Alright." Mo Xiaoxiao carried the bag and followed Yang Ziying to the teahouse. She had gotten used to it when she was a journalist.

As expected, when Mo Xiaoxiao thought of Xuan Penglei, her nose turned sour and her eyes reddened.

"Xiao Yan?"

"Uh, I'm here." Mo Xiaoxiao forced the water vapor in her eyes back, and followed Yang Ziying to the teahouse.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the teahouse and bumped into Yang Ziying's shoulder. That person left with quick steps, as if he didn't feel anything.

Yang Ziying staggered as Mo Xiaoxiao hurriedly reached out to support him. As she looked down, she saw a familiar back figure walk into the crowd. Mo Xiaoyan subconsciously said, "Xuan Peng, Xuan Peng?" Just as he was about to give chase, Xuan Peng's bandaged head flashed through the crowd and disappeared.

"Xiao Yan, Aunt Ying, why have you two come?" Han Yong already saw Mo Xiaoxiao and Yang Ziying with his sharp eyes, and hastily went out to greet them.

Mo Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked at Han Yong urgently, "That person was?"

"That's a client of mine. He's going to pick up his girlfriend. What's the matter, Xiao Yan?"

Jing Xiaoxiao shook her head. Could she have seen wrongly? Ye Mo was dazed. He wasn't sure if that figure was Xuan Peng.