Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife Chapter 442: She Never Fails to Get What She Wants (3)

"Mom, it’s ."

"Jiali, what’s wrong? Are you sick at school?"

"Mom, I just want to ask you one thing, do you know if Gu Nuan and Doctor Ou have a relationship?"

"What?!" Qiu Sangu couldn’t understand what her daughter ant at all.

"I’m talking about Doctor Ou, the one we saw when you caught at the hospital last ti."

Qiu Sangu’s heart skipped a beat; ever since she saw Ou Yanan, it felt as though the ghost of Xiaosheng was hauntingly lingering before her.

"You, you, you—haven’t gotten confused, have you? You went to the hospital again?! Irresponsible!"

Jiali covered her ears, deafened by her mother’s scolding, a look of grievance on her face, "Mom! I just want to know, what is the relationship between him and Sister Gu Nuan? Why did he ask about the people in Gu Nuan’s family?"

Qiu Sangu’s mind went blank with a loud bang, feeling instantly exploded into emptiness.

Could it really be Gu Sheng?

Ou Yanan walked back into the consultation room and quietly returned to his workstation.

After Tang Sili finished seeing a patient, he was handwriting dical orders and without looking up, he asked, "So, are you really planning to go on a date with a high school girl?"

"Professor—" Ou Yanan looked quite helpless. The dark humor of this cunning teacher often left him feeling at a loss.

"By the way, the day before yesterday. I just had a private talk with Mrs. Xiao."

Ou Yanan was taken aback.

Why would she seek out Tang Sili alone?

"Mrs. Xiao was asking about Mr. Xiao, thinking he might have amnesia."

As Tang Sili said this, Ou Yanan felt a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps he really wanted her to ask about him.

"Mr. Xiao has amnesia?" Ou Yanan squinted his eyes doubtfully.

Does Xiao Yebai seem like soone with amnesia?

Tang Sili hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, not looking at him, and continued writing, "A person with amnesia doesn’t necessarily act abnormally, claiming they don’t rember anything; that’s soone completely amnesic. For soone who only partially, segntally lost their mory, it’s possible that they believe they have always been quite normal."

Ou Yanan stared at his back, seemingly grasping the implicit aning of his words.

Does that an, Ou Yanan himself also has amnesia?

The mont of astonishnt was brief before his phone in his pocket rang. Seeing it was his mother, Ou Chunhua, he hesitated. Not until Tang Sili seed to look back to see why he wasn’t answering did he pick it up.

Walking to the window, he spoke softly with Ou Chunhua, "Mom, is sothing the matter?"

"Are you busy?"

"Yes, with the professor seeing patients."

Ou Chunhua seed sowhat reassured by his response, "Good. That’s great, focus on your studies—"

Sensing an undertone in her words, Ou Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Mom, I’ve always been focused on my studies. What’s the matter, Mom? Did you hear sothing that made you worry I’m not focusing?"

Ou Chunhua paused on the other end, then, with so effort, regained her voice and said, "At your age, I hear that many girls like you—"

"Mom, why worry about this? Haven’t many girls liked since I was young?" Ou Yanan said, "Mom, have you forgotten? When I was in kindergarten, there were many little girls who chased after ."

"Yes—" Ou Chunhua laughed, "They didn’t just like you, they made lots of paper flowers for you. And on your birthday, they sent you cards, birthday cakes—"

Kindergarten, cards, birthday cakes? It would have been fine not to ntion these things. But now, seemingly inadvertently bringing up this topic, Ou Yanan suddenly realized that his own mories of kindergarten were almost entirely blank.