Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"Who do you say I am?" Her lips shuddered. "Shi Ting, are you going to never recognize me?"

On the contrary, Xie Siqi quickly realized that something was wrong. When she grasped Xu Shaoqing's wrist, her whole body was shaking with excitement.

If she made no mistake, Ji Shiting is... amnesia?

Did God finally pity her? Is this a chance for her?

"Shi Ting?" The man frowned slightly. "Is this my name?"

Seeing this, Xie Siqi was almost ecstatic.

She desperately suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, but said softly: "Yes, Ji Shiting, this is your name."

Xu Shaoqing glanced blankly at Ji Shiting, then at Xie Siqi next to him, his expression was horrified.

Xie Siqi continued to laugh: "Shi Ting, this is your biological mother, Xu Shaoqing."

The man showed a sudden look, so he called her seriously: "Mom. You look very young."

Xu Shaoqing finally realized this time: "Shi Ting, do you... don't remember anything?"

Facing Xu Shaoqing's shocked expression, the man's expression calmly: "Yes."

...

Five minutes later, Ji Shiting's ward was full of people.

Except for Xu Shaoqing and Xie Siqi who arrived early, as well as the grandfather and Uncle Jin who arrived later, everyone else was a doctor.

Several doctors are well-known doctors in the industry. In the face of this situation, they are all faceless.

"How could it be amnesia?" One of the elderly doctors was puzzled by his beard. "Mr. Ji hurt his chest, and he didn't hit his head where he hit it, nor was he congested. , How can you get amnesia?"

Ji Shiting may have really lost his memory, but his character has not changed.

Hearing these words, his eyes sank, and his expression became more innocent: "I also want to know, since my chest is obviously injured, why am I amnesia? Doctor, can you explain me?"

The tone was a little more oppressive, and the doctors were speechless.

"Shi Ting, do you know who I am?" Grandpa Ji looked at him, his eyes gleaming.

"They all call you Ji Lao, and I'm also surnamed Ji. You don't look like your father according to age, so I guess you are my grandfather." Ji Shiting said lightly.

The old man stared at him.

Ji Shiting raised his eyebrows and looked at him calmly: "I guessed wrong?"

"No, you guessed it, I am indeed your grandfather. Your father is dead, and our Ji family is the only one left." The old man said, his expression still with doubt.

But Ji Shiting didn't seem to mind whether he doubted it or not, and let him look at it carelessly, without deliberately proving anything, but he didn't have the slightest guilty conscience.

The doubt in the old man's heart gradually dissipated.

Is it really amnesia?

Can't it be pretended? If he was pretending, the old man wouldn’t think of the reason for pretending to be amnestic if he wanted to break his head.

Several famous doctors who couldn't think of a reason decided to go back and look through the information. After Ji Ting got better, he would do a full-body examination.

After the doctor left, Ji Shiting's dark eyes scanned the remaining few people, and raised his eyebrows with interest: "Are you all my family?"

Uncle Jin said: "Master, I am a housekeeper."

Ji Shiting nodded slightly, and then he turned his attention to Xie Siqi.

Xie Siqi suppressed the excitement in her heart and almost instinctively blurted out: "Shi Ting, I am your wife."