.” 。“He paused for a moment, then said in his usual calm tone.” 。 向晚 didn't move. He directly reached over and took her phone, sent a friend request through it, changed the note to "Husband," then ret...What does she want to do!

向晚's face was heavy. "Haven't you noticed Milan has been controlling Ye Zehan all along. She's very good at appearing weak, and the methods she uses can also control him."

"Well, so what What does that even mean" Menglan still didn't quite understand her words.

"This proves that Ye Zehan's relationship with Milan must be manipulated by something behind the scenes, just like his amnesia. Perhaps Milan also stole a part of his memory."

As she spoke, her face grew increasingly serious.

She rationally analyzed the pros and cons, explaining everything in an organized manner.

Meng Lan also suddenly felt as if a dam had burst within her, and she was about to agree with YANW.

"You're right!" Just then, Feng Mu stepped in. "I took Ye Zehan to see a doctor, and they said his condition wasn't sudden. It's true that part of his memory was extracted from his brain."

"Really" A spark of excitement lit up Xiang Wan's eyes.

"Yes," Feng Mu nodded. "Wang Ling is already thinking of countermeasures. Judging by the current situation, it's not difficult to solve, just takes some time."

"That's great!"

向晚 immediately perked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

She'd been waiting for this day for a long time, and now... finally, she had the means to do it.

"Well, I also tried to get in touch with Ye Zehan. He's not opposed to receiving treatment here, so everything can be resolved. But the premise is that we can't be led by Milan's nose. We have to find a way to bring Ye Zehan back." Feng Mu instructed in a low voice.

"Okay."

Yuao nodded.

When she heard this, her fingers clenched nervously together.

She needs to figure out a way to deal with Milan.

……

Milan brought Ye Zehan back to the hotel. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Qiao sitting on the sofa.

"Zehan, you're back."

Joe stood up slowly as he saw him walk in and went over to give him a hug.

Ye Zehan's footsteps retreated, and a trace of disgust appeared in his eyes.

"How did you get here"

It's important to know that Joe was his psychiatrist, and whenever he had headaches that kept him up at night, Joe would come over and do hypnotherapy on him. So their relationship before was the closest.

Now, when Ye Zehan learned that his memories might be sealed, he began to question him.

"Hanchuan, what's wrong with you" Qiao looked at him, a hint of excitement in her eyes. "I'm your psychologist! I know your headache is acting up again, so I rushed over to treat you. Please don't push me away, okay"

"Get out of the way!"

A trace of displeasure flashed across Ye Zehan's eyes.

He doesn't want to undergo any treatment.

So he backed up and pushed open the door, ready to leave.

But at this moment, Milan suddenly hugged him tightly from behind, her voice laced with a plea, "Zehan, don't leave. Qiao is doing this for your own good. Let's just bear it and get through this, okay"

"Let go!"

Ye Zehan sternly stopped her.

Saying that, he tightly grasped Milan's wrist, trying to push her away.

He doesn't need this group of people to manipulate him under the guise of doing good, pushing him into another pit.

Milan saw that he really couldn't hold back any longer, and immediately winked at Joe behind him.

Qiao's face darkened as well. She raised her hand and yanked the necklace from her neck, then strode towards Ye Zehan.

"Be good, look at me," he said, holding the necklace in front of Ye Zehan and gently swaying it.

Soon, Ye Zehan felt dizzy and lightheaded, gradually falling into a hypnotic state.

"What's wrong" Milan saw Ye Zehan's appearance, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

"It's nothing, he's just been hypnotized. Don't worry," Joe said, giving instructions, "Just help him to bed."

Milan looked at Ye Zehan's appearance and couldn't help but worryingly remind him,

"I warn you, don't even think about doing anything, or harming him, or I'll fight you to the death!"

"Got it." Joe looked at her, sneering with disdain. "You're quite the devoted one, aren't you But does he care How amusing."

Milan pressed her lips together. "Don't worry about it."

As she spoke, she helped Ye Zehan onto the bed.

After more than half an hour, Qiao stopped his actions. He lightly tapped a finger on Ye Zehan's shoulder, waking him from his sleep.

Ye Zehan opened his eyes, his eyes filled with bloodshot redness, which was quite frightening to look at.

"Zehan, how are you" Milan looked at him, a hint of worry in her eyes, "Are you alright"

"I'm fine." Ye Zehan raised his hand and squeezed the bridge of his nose.

He slowly sat up from the bed, and as soon as he moved his body, a sharp pain shot through him!

"Hmm..." he couldn't help but murmur.

"Zehan, don't scare me like that," Milan hurriedly helped him up, "Are you alright"

"Hmm." Ye Zehan nodded, he raised his eyes to look around at everything, a dazed expression appeared in his eyes, "Where is this"

"Don't you remember"

Ye Zehan looked at her, "I wasn't supposed to be attending events abroad, how did I end up here"

Milan was taken aback, he was indeed stumped by the question.

She didn't expect Joe's skills to be this good.

It hasn't been that long, yet Ye Zehan has managed to forget all the memories here completely.

"Well, what's up Any questions"

Ye Zehan saw that Milan still refused to answer, so he couldn't help but speak again.

“It’s nothing,” Milan shook her head, her voice soothing, “Don’t be afraid, it’s nothing. You were on a business trip to China, but because of the change in environment, you had headaches, so Qiao treated you again.”

Just then, Joe also walked over and smiled slightly at him.

"Mr. Ye, you're recovering very well. Just be careful afterwards."

"Good." Ye Zehan nodded.

"Alright, you're still very weak now. Let me support you back to rest." Milan reminded him with a smile.

After getting her consent, she helped Ye Zehan get up and walk off the ground. After changing his shoes, she supported him towards the outside.

"Hold on."

At this time, Joe opened his mouth and stopped them, "Mr. Ye, this is just the first treatment for you, and we will continue to do so afterwards."

"How much longer are we going to keep doing this" Milan retorted first.

After all, Joe had said before that doing too much of this kind of psychotherapy could be harmful to the body.

Although she selfishly kept Ye Zehan by her side, she didn't want him to get hurt either.Feng Mu's fingers tightened around his phone. His gaze gradually became lost in thought, "She will know sooner or later."Therefore, it can't be hidden at all.Just imagining Meng Lan's despair upon hea...