Chapter 117 Fighting for Heroes 12

If you want a person to fall in love with you, the best way is to erase her etched memory. But after erasing that person's memory, will she still be the person you love?

Taylor stood in front of Bourne with a determined face. On the contrary, Bourne began to hesitate to apply the long-term effect of the "grey memory" he developed to an innocent person. He was a little hesitant and uneasy. This new drug is his latest development achievement. At present, no clinical experiments have been done, affecting factors Unknown, the sequelae are unknown.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bourne frowned tightly and asked uncertainly.

"Confirm." Taylor half narrowed his eyes, his lips tightened, and his eyes ejected fiercely, as if there was a little murder.

"Even if you do this may ruin this girl, will you insist?"

"Bern, that's not something you have to worry about. You care too much, don't you?" Taylor began to speak in an unhappy tone, and this Bourne became less and less and less he acted according to his will. He only gave him the privilege of research but did not give him the right to be nosy.

"Yes, then everything will be done according to your requirements. This is "grey memory." Bourne raised a small bottle and handed it to Taylor, and his slightly pale face seemed to be a little worried.

"How long does it take to take medicine?"

"The result of the experiment on animals is 12 hours."

"Okay, I know." After saying that, Taylor stared at the bottle of water-like potion, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and walked out. Chen Jingyi, when I erase your past, you will become my favorite Bella, and then I will take you to appear in front of him and let him try the pain of his lover's betrayal. Bitterness is better than death!

The evil man, arrogant posture, sinister eyes, bloodthirsty and cunning, is chilling.

After breakfast, she stayed quietly in the room and looked boredly at the looming sea downstairs. The blue water wave swayed gently, like a water-blue skirt, light and elegant. Her favorite sea, her favorite blue, but after facing so many days, there was some resentment in her heart for no reason. Hate and even abandon yourself. When will this lonely and desperate day come to an end? She really wants to leave here and resume her previous life, even if it is full of thorns and difficulties, even if she is tortured by love and crazy, it is a free and beautiful day, full of vitality and vitality, but now life is like a pool of stagnant water that is calm but turbulent, and every day is trembling and worried, no Knowing when Taylor will suddenly appear and give her any urge/medicine to make her unable to stop. Even if she is awake, she can't resist the control of drugs. How can human instinct be controlled by the will? She is really afraid that one day she will be controlled by Taylor and become her most despised person. What should she do at that time? Living will make her more embarrassed than dying, right?

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and the aunt came in with a glass of milk.

"Miss Chen, the host ordered me to bring you this glass of milk, saying that you were shocked last night and wanted to drink some milk to suppress the shock."

"Auntie, put it aside first. I don't want to drink it now."

"That won't work. The master told me to watch you drink it."

Jingyi stared at the glass of milk and thought to herself: What milk should I drink if I have nothing to do? Shouldn't there be some medicine in it again? Well, it must be so that she won't drink it and let Taylor's bad guy torture her.

The aunt seemed to see her mind and said with a smile on her face, "Miss Chen, I prepared this milk for you. You can rest assured to drink it. The master also cares about you. In fact, he is really good to you and cares about you very much."

"Thank you, auntie, but I really don't want to drink now." Even if there is no problem with this milk, she doesn't want to drink it. It hasn't been long since she finished breakfast. How can she drink such a large glass of milk?

"This..." The aunt seemed to rub the tray of milk uneasily and was a little flustered. The master told her to let Miss Chen drink it, but what should she do in this situation? Miss Chen, we can't disobey the master's instructions. If I can't complete the task, the master will think that I am not considerate enough and may dismiss me, but the children in the family have to rely on my salary to go to school..." In the end, the aunt's voice lowered, as if she was a little sad.

When Jingyi saw that the aunt fell down in an instant, she suddenly felt very cruel. Why should she embarrass her with her kindness? She glanced at the cup of tender/white milk, gently picked it up, and said with a slight smile, "Okay, I'll drink it." After saying that, she frowned and drank it. The slightly coquettish smell made her a little disgusting. In fact, she hated drinking milk in her life, and the coquettish smell was really difficult to swallow.

"Miss, don't drink so fast, be careful." It's worrying to see her drink so much.

"Ye, I've finished drinking it. Here you are." Jingyi handed the empty cup to her aunt with relief.

"That lady has a good rest. I'll go down first and call me if there is anything."

"Yes, that's good."

After the aunt left, she was left alone in the room. She continued to sit boredly in front of the window to look at the sea view and look at it. Suddenly, a burst of fatigue came. After a big yawn, she decided to go to bed and lie down for a while. Recently, she didn't have a good rest. She had to refresh herself well. The first escape plan failed and had to fight. Face the next round of escape!

As soon as she lay down, she breathed evenly. Taylor came in at the right time and looked at the sleeping person, and his heart was inexplicably a little excited. What would happen when she woke up? What else will she remember in the past? Or forget all the past? The waiting time is long and painful, but for Taylor, he feels that he is patient. He has been waiting for so many years. What is such a little time? The arrogant sneer hung on his mouth until his eyes were closed tiredly and leaned against the edge of her bed to sleep. There was still a faint smile in the dream. No, that smile seemed to be deeper. Maybe he dreamed of his beloved Bella and their happy time...

Quiet in her sleep, her mind is confused, like the chaos of the beginning of the world. Some pictures keep flashing and jumping from her mind. No matter how hard she tries, she can't catch it, as if she were reciting a text when she was a child, trying her best to memorize every meaningful or meaningless character, but it But they are like a naughty butterfly and refuse to stop for her. The more you chase, the farther they run and finally disappear...