Chapter 9 (2/2)

Today the media leaked out news of his amnesia, he didn't know whether it could make people who were harmful to him to exercise a little restrain or not. Unexpectedly, he couldn't walk and even got amnesia, wasn't he already unworthy for them to spend power to deal with?

He softly sigh, if people didn't offend me, I won't offend others, previously this was his bottom line to survive. If there was someone who insisted on bullying him over the head then he, An Luo, absolutely won't resign oneself to adversity.

He was a.n.a.lyzing the stock prices as he was watching the television and felt interested. He then casually picked up the remote control to change to another channel, continuously changing the channels but still couldn't find the program. Just now he thought of shutting down the television, but the screen suddenly shows a familiar face, he pressed the remote control and couldn't help and stop ——

The screen in the television coincidently broadcast an advertis.e.m.e.nt, a young man in white tuxedo wearing sungla.s.ses. He drove a red sport car zip by the street, while immediately followed by a handsome man driving a car at the end of the street, then rotating 90o and stop.

(this is what the car shown in the ads look like)

Surrounded by the flash, the young man's tall figure is cut and fit with the tuxedo which increasingly set off a tall and slender young man, with exquisite facial features, smiling eyes, wearing white tuxedo, showing off the sport car behind him —— this image … completely like the most handsome prince charming in drama series.

His face slowly pulled closer, enlarged, and finally settled on an extremely clear front view. After that he slightly smirk, with low magnetic voice said IMPERIAL, cla.s.sic never fade.

At the same time around his left side, there was a small line: IMPERIAL spokesperson's image, the winner of the 59th Golden Eagle Award: An Yan. This advertis.e.m.e.nt was no more than ten seconds but it shocked him for a long time. Even until the ads ended and when the television screen showed ”Entertainment Star World”, he was still immersed and in the midst of amazed as saw An Yan in the television just now.

This IMPERIAL brand is one that he never heard before so it should be one that rose in the last few years, looking at the ads stance, the customers of this brand should belong to a high end group. The ads was broadcasted in the evening prime time which also needs extremely strong financial support and without a doubt that the suit was especially designed for An Yan, which ample his fascinating posture in front of the viewers.

He seemed to recall that day when we awaken, Zhou Cheng Ping once mentioned that An Yan was partic.i.p.ating in Fas.h.i.+on Week in Paris …… maybe, there was a relations.h.i.+p between this brand and when he partic.i.p.ated in Fas.h.i.+on Week in Paris.

The spokesperson image, Golden Eagle Award …… these words seemed to made him realize that An Yan's body was covered in a magnificent halo.

Was the Idol Star with starlight flickering on the screen really his brother?

He recalled the cheeky An Yan who smiling happily while peeling off an apple for him this afternoon, and the An Yan who looked up at him with an earnest face saying ”Brother, I'm sorry”, with that cool and handsome Star in the television, completely didn't look like the same person.

The An Yan who was with him, cheeky little rascal, naughty and childish, who sometimes would act pitiful, so contrasted with the natural and restrained handsome man, truly like heaven and earth, which really ruin his mind.

As he recall that he needed to live with this kind of brother later on, An Luo felt his head extremely hurt. However, if he was really a star then he must be busy, on the surface as a star wasn't he need to live alone? Maybe …… he didn't need to frequently meet him afterwards.

He hoped so.

He frowned, decided to lie in the bed then closed his eyes.

When he was about to rest he suddenly heard the sound of doork.n.o.b, then being opened, and Zhou Cheng Ping entered.

Then An Luo got up, sit, and asked: ”Doctor Zhou, is there something wrong?” as he still didn't use to call him ”Cheng Ping”. He always felt that this way of appellation was too intimate. Calling him Doctor Zhou was much more natural.

Zhou Cheng Ping also used to him calling him Doctor Zhou, he smiled and said, ”Today An Yan hastily left and forgot to give you the gift, he just remembered it just now, then asked someone to deliver it to my office and asked me to pa.s.s it on to you.” Then he came over to hand a box of delicate package in front of An Luo, ”This is what he brought back from Paris, he said …… you need to have new mobile phone.”

It's true that he need a phone. These days when he was in the hospital, his contact to the outside world was only through the phone in the ward, even though he didn't really need to make a phone call but at least he could use the internet and flip over some news.

He never thought that An Yan would be quite considerate to him and now he promptly gave the thing An Luo wants the most.

He opened the box and touched the superb quality of the wrapping paper on the surface which made he can't help but felt somehow touched. He lifted up his head, with a low voice said: ”Please thank him on my behalf.”

”I can't.” Zhou Cheng Ping touched his nose, ”An Yan said that if you really like his gift then next time you must personally hug him as thanks.”

”….” The touched feeling he originally had in his heart was wiped out in a flash by his word.

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