President Yin''s awakening soon spread all over the east city.

    Many people want to visit after hearing the news. But they were stopped by the bodyguards at the door. After all, President Yin''s state is not suitable for receiving guests. He still has no way to accept who he is.

    "How are you?" As soon as Si Han got home, he saw Yin Qingning sitting on the sofa, thinking deeply, and knew that he must be worried about his father-in-law. "I''m awake."

    "Yes, I woke up." Yin Qingning was more or less worried about this. "Although people wake up, they have complete amnesia. Even if they have amnesia, they think they are only 20 years old and still want to have a sister."

    "It seems that my father-in-law was also a romantic figure when he was young." Si Han came to Yan Qingning while joking and held her in his arms. "At least it''s much better than when he was in a coma. As for amnesia, we have time to slowly make him remember."

    "We?"

    "Well, we." Si Han held Yin Qingning''s hand and looked at her deeply. "Why don''t you even want me to step in on your father-in-law?"

    "But what can you do?"

    "I can introduce him to another doctor." Si Han was very concerned about the affairs of the Yan family. "I have a friend who is just a doctor. Maybe he can."

    "I''m also thinking about whether to let him restore his memory." Yin Qingning was so upset because she couldn''t make up her mind. "Today, the strange and distant look in his eyes when he saw the Yan Family''s parents made me feel that amnesia is not a bad thing."

    "So, do you want him to recover his memory or not?"

    "I don''t know." Yan Qingning really didn''t know what to do. It was always like a sword hanging in his heart. "Amnesia has the benefits of amnesia, but it''s not good for us if we lose memory all the time."

    "Let it be." Si Han didn''t want her to put too much pressure on him. He whispered, "if you''ve been losing memory, you''ll lose memory. It doesn''t matter if you suddenly remember one day."

    "At present, it can only be so." Yan Qingning''s pretty eyebrows wrinkled and her voice was stuffy. "But now he has been dragging Liu Xiaola. Liu Xiaola is younger than me. My father keeps saying that he likes her. I always feel uneasy."

    "Liu Xiaola doesn''t have a boyfriend?" Si Han''s words seemed to imply something. "If your father really likes Liu Xiaola, or if they really like each other in the future, they can successfully remove the two malignant tumors of the Yan family."

    "Old husband and young wife?" Yan Qingning really didn''t agree with such a thing, at least she wouldn''t think her father was suitable for such a thing. "Even if my father''s memory is only 20 years old now, don''t forget that he is a man who is about to pass half his life. And Liu Xiaola is still young."

    "As far as I know, Liu Xiaola has not been accompanied by his father since childhood." Si Han really investigated all these people around Yin Qingning clearly and knew the root and bottom. "You know, people who lack their father''s company in childhood usually like men who are older than themselves and know how to take care of others."

    "... although I know what you said is true, I still don''t want such a thing to happen."

    "Why?"

    "Liu Xiaola is still young and has many opportunities in the future." It''s just a matter of delaying a girl''s youth. "I won''t allow this to happen, although I do ask Liu Xiaola to take good care of me here these days."

    ——*

    At the same time, in the hospital.

    Father Yan couldn''t sleep no matter how he tossed and turned, so he didn''t sleep at all.

    He picked up the phone and dialed Liu Xiaola, politely asked, "I want to ask you, are you sleeping now?"

    "How did you answer your phone if you were sleeping, uncle?" Liu Xiaola still feels a little weird at the bottom of his heart. "What can I do for you?"

    "I can''t sleep." Father Yan simply had a direct showdown, and then slowly asked, "can''t you sleep, otherwise why don''t you sleep at this time?"

    "I don''t like staying in strange places." Liu Xiaola sighed heavily and held her aching forehead. "Especially in the hospital, I had a lot of bad memories when I was a child."

    "Why do you have bad memories? Do you want to talk about it?"

    "Yes, what''s the use?" Liu Xiaola lay on the hospital bed and looked at the ceiling with reddish eyes. "Even if you say it, it won''t solve anything."

    "But there''s always a knot in your heart if you don''t say it?" Although father Yin lost his memory, he was still very considerate of others. "If you don''t say it all the time, there will be no possibility of cure in your life."

    "When I was six years old, my father was hospitalized in the hospital every day." Liu Xiaola finally opened his mouth gradually under the comfort of Uncle Yin: "although I can''t remember the things at that time, the taste of the hospital potion is still fresh in my memory, and the white house makes people feel uneasy."

    "Is your father still there?"

    "Long gone." Although Liu Xiaola always tells others that he has long forgotten those things in the past, he actually always remembers them deeply. "My father spent a whole year in the hospital and died when I was seven."

    "What a pity." After hearing such heavy words, father Yan sighed heavily. "Then your father must be a very good man. After all, very good people sometimes take a step first."

    "My father and relatives are really good." As well as his father''s topic, Liu Xiaola has an unspeakable pain in her heart. "I think every daughter thinks her father is the best person in the world."

    "Really?" Father Yan didn''t know what he remembered, and asked with concern, "is the girl who claimed to be Yin Qingning really my daughter today?"

    "Yes, she is your daughter." Liu Xiaola looked adored when he mentioned about Yin Qingning. "Uncle, you may not know that your daughter is really excellent. She is the object of worship among us celebrities. She can marry well."

    "So I''m really an old man?" Father Yin still couldn''t easily accept such a thing, and always felt something was wrong. "Am I nearly fifty?"

    "Yes, I''m almost fifty." Liu Xiaola can only regret to tell him this'' cruel ''fact. "In addition, Mr. Yin, who was still very powerful before, managed the group very well."

    "But I always think I''m only 20 years old," said father Yan. Since he woke up, he always felt that he was only 20 years old and young. "What happened to the missing twenty years?"

    "I don''t know." Liu Xiaola thought about it and suddenly thought of it. "Otherwise, I''ll tell you something about Yin Qingning. Maybe you can remember a little at that time."