It seemed that he could see the embarrassment and embarrassment on Zhao Yongqi's face. Zi Ye held back his laughter, but still looked at Zhao Yongqi with a smile on his face and said, "My big boss, Xiao Qi, you are really... First of all, because it is an industrial injury, no matter the treatment cost or the ward cost, all the messy expenses are borne by the crew. At the same time, according to your injury, the 40 million personal accident insurance purchased by the crew will be big.

You can get a compensation of about 10 million yuan. Secondly, the total assets I bought for you, plus your personal deposits, plus your real estate, firms, cars and other fixed assets, if the total assets are urgently cashed out, it will be about 300 million yuan. To be precise, it should be between 320 million and 350 million yuan. By the way, the hotel you live in on the crew will cost about 300,000 yuan a day. And during the period when you are hospitalized, even if it is vacant, it will still be reserved for you."

Zhao Yongqi, who had wide eyes, looked at Zi Ye for a long time, and found that he could not tell from his charming face that he was joking. Finally, he swallowed his saliva and said, "This, is this true? Am I so rich?"

"Frog Oppa, it's not Korean won, it's Chinese won, it's just Chinese won...." Lee Ji-eun, who originally wanted to show off, used his white and tender fingers to fall into the adverse consequences caused by poor mathematics.

I didn't pay attention to the little troublemaker Li Zhien, Zi Ye clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Asset proof cannot be fake. Tomorrow I will go to each bank to issue a few points of your personal asset proof documents and let you see it, and you will no longer doubt us!"

In fact, Zhao Yongqi is not stupid. After so many days, the big stars in front of him were taking care of him in a difficult manner, which made him more and more believe that what they were telling the truth. But the problem is that he never believed it very much, and even felt that once he believed it, he would wake up in this beautiful dream.

Xiao Baozi seemed to feel sorry for the handsome man in front of him and fell into the look of anxiety and worrying about gains and losses. He grabbed his big hand and gently rubbed his delicate cheeks, and said softly: "Brother Qi, it doesn't matter if you can't remember the experience of more than three years. I have time, three years, thirty years, and sixty years. I will always accompany you forever and tell you what happened bit by bit. One day, you will remember everything you forget. Even if you can't remember, I will definitely tell you every little bit and every bit that happened."

"Miss Zhao..." Looking at the girl in front of her, and the water vapor in her beautiful eyes, Zhao Yongqi only felt that something seemed to have been touched in her heart. A complex feeling of distress, discomfort and pity surged up, and subconsciously opened her mouth and said, "Little bun, don't be sad, I..."

Zhao Yongqi had just said that, and he was stunned by himself. Little Baozi was stunned. The other girls' eyes widened in an instant. After a second, they surrounded the hospital bed. Little Baozi had jumped up, trembling his lips in surprise, and said stammeringly: "Brother Qi, you, what did you say just now? What did you call me?"

"Uh...sorry, I didn't mean it, and I don't know what I said." Zhao Yongqi replied in a panic.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Xiao Baozi's tears fell, and he grabbed Zhao Yongqi's big hand tightly, laughing and crying, and said with a sob: "You used to always call me Xiao Baozi, but you didn't want to tell you not to call you. I really thought it was ugly at that time, but now... but now, it's the most beautiful and favorite name!"

...

When the girls subconsciously called out the name of Xiao Baozi and told others that the girls immediately attracted everyone's joy. The old doctor in charge of the attending even asserted that this showed that Zhao Yongqi's memory was not completely lost, but was temporarily blocked. I believe that this situation will occur more and more in the future, and memory fragments will be awakened.

However, for a long time afterwards, what everyone expected did not happen, and Zhao Yongqi still could not remember many things that had happened.

However, after being hospitalized for half a month, Zhao Yongqi had completely believed everything that everyone said to him. The reason was very simple. Weibo could be faked, and bank asset certificates could be faked. However, TV stations and major TV stations tracked and reported his injuries, and even saw reports on foreign reports on him on the Internet. Even if anyone who doubted this fact was in front of him, he would slowly accept it. What's more, the men and women around him did not have any teasing he imagined, but instead took care of him like a close relative.

Especially Xiao Baozi and Meng Zhi, who are the best at taking care of others, were almost out of their clothes. They either took turns sleeping on the sofa in the living room, or just lie down on the head of the bed. This situation lasted for half a month, and even Cheng He turned down all his work and acted as a housekeeper, taking care of everyone's food and daily life every day. Faced with all this, Zhao Yongqi gradually began to accept everything that everyone told him.

From not believing, to becoming slowly accepting, Zhao Yongqi became closer to the people around him, but in the eyes of those men and women, the handsome man in front of him always had a sense of unfamiliarity that made them regret. Although these made them feel a little regretful and sighed, no one pointed it out, and time spent three weeks in the hospital day by day.

In the middle of the night that day, Zhao Yongqi, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes, as if attracted by an inexplicable force, and slowly sat upright.

Subconsciously glanced around, Zhao Yongqi almost instantly found that the red dots on the electronic clock that should have been beating on the wall were fixed at this moment, just emitting a faint red light. The little bun lying on the long-headed one could even see a wisp of black hair floating in the air, but never falling.

Zhao Yongqi glanced around in shock and found that no matter what it was, he had entered a strange state of stillness, which was beyond his understanding.

Dada dada...

A sound of footsteps came from the direction of the living room. When Zhao Yongqi's eyes turned, Cheng He walked slowly with his hands on his back, his head held high and his chest, with an extremely arrogant expression, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with an inexplicable purple light.

"Brother He, you are..." Zhao Yongqi asked subconsciously, but Cheng He did not respond at all.

As if he felt some threat, Zhao Yongqi frowned slightly, lifted the quilt, stood up straight with the infusion pole beside the bed, and said in a deep voice: "You are not Brother He, who are you?"

"Good eyesight!" Cheng He's low voice suddenly stopped, and pointed his finger at Zhao Yongqi and said coldly: "You can call me the manager of time! Or... God!"


Chapter completed!