The Actress is My Favorite

However, after opening her eyes again, her vision gradually became clearer, and she immediately noticed something was wrong.

—she's not at home!

She shrank under the quilt and looked around in fear.

The room she is in now is much larger than her home, the walls are white, the ceiling is also white, and it is so clean that there is not a single black spot.

There is also a mahogany hollow screen not far away, and there seems to be a sofa behind it. There is also a small compartment next to it, the door is closed tightly, and it seems that someone is inside.

There are all kinds of strange instruments around the chuáng—the kind that look expensive at first glance.

In addition, a large LCD TV was hung on the wall opposite the chuáng, and the hanging lights on the ceiling were also brand new, and the crystal glass was shining brightly.

She had never seen such, such a luxurious room on TV!

The woman flinched unconsciously.

Only then did she realize that the smell of disinfectant around her was very strong, and the quilt was also white. On the wall behind him is a picture of the nurse on duty.

She lowered her head and saw that she was also wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.

This, this is in the hospital?

what happened?

How could I wake up and go to the hospital? And it was a hospital that she could never afford.

This was kidnapped...?

After thinking of this possibility, the woman's hands trembled uncontrollably.

She heard from the neighbor's uncle that after a girl is abducted by bad guys, she will have a miserable life... Although she is poor, she is not willing to become someone else's plaything.

The woman lowered her eyes, her hands were still trembling, but a gleam of determination flashed in her eyes.

Anyway, get out of here first.

But in the next second, she just stretched out her covered leg and froze.

Her legs... got longer?

No, not just legs! And the hands, the hands have also become bigger, and the height is much taller than before.

It is clearly the body of an adult woman.

What is going on?

"Squeak."

Before she could think about it, the door of the cubicle in the back of the room suddenly opened.

She vaguely saw a large mirror inside, which seemed to be a toilet.

Seeing someone came out from inside, the woman retracted into the quilt like a frightened rabbit, leaving only two eyes exposed, looking at the person coming vigilantly.

A girl with a round face came out of the toilet. She had an immature face. She looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, but she was wearing a black close-fitting suit, which seemed incongruous no matter how you looked.

"Mr. Xia—Mr. Xia, are you awake?"

When the girl saw the woman on the bed, her eyes turned red. She rushed towards the sick bed quickly, her mouth spitting like tears, "Mr. Xia, you finally woke up! You made that voice just now? Are you feeling bad? Have a headache? Does it hurt? I, I'm going to call the doctor..."

The woman on the bed huddled into a ball, not only did not relax because of her voice, but became more vigilant, her almond eyes that were soaked in water were full of confusion.

"Xia... Mr. Xia?" The woman murmured, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"...Huh?" The girl was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, she saw her family Xiao Xia sticking out his head from under the quilt tremblingly, and asked her in a panic: "Who... are you?"

The girl was completely stunned.

She had never seen Xiao Xia with such a pitiful and helpless expression.

"I, I'm Qian Lingling. I'm your secretary and personal assistant...don't you remember?" The girl thought of a certain possibility, and her lips trembled when she said it later, "Do you still remember who you are? ?"

"I... who am I?" The woman tilted her head, with a hint of innocence in her confusion.

She had no impression of the word Qian Lingling, but subconsciously felt it was familiar and kind, so she was not as scared as she was at first.

Qian Lingling was dazed for two seconds, and said a lot, trying to evoke the woman's memory: "You are Xia Shutong, the director and president of Wutong Pictures and Tianjun Media, and the daughter of the Xia family..."

Xia Shutong, Wutong Pictures, Tianjun Media...these words all sound familiar, but I can't remember any of them, and my mind hurts.

"Xia Shutong... is that my name?" The woman subconsciously raised her hand to hold the center of her eyebrows, and pressed gently.

Qian Lingling's eyes lit up, yes, yes, this is the action!

Every time Xiao Xia has a headache, he will habitually rub the center of his eyebrows with his right middle finger.

"Yes! The summer in summer, the distant one, the sycamore tree, how about it, do you remember?" Qian Lingling excitedly said.

Xia Shutong pursed her lips tightly and shook her head anxiously.

"I, can I go to the toilet?" Xia Shutong said weakly after a moment of silence.

"Of course, I can help you there?"

"Thank you, thank you."

After getting up, Xia Shutong realized that she was half a head taller than Qian Lingling.

After Qian Lingling helped Xia Shutong to the toilet door, she stopped automatically.

Xia Shutong hesitated for a moment, then walked in by herself and closed the door.

Outside the door, Qian Lingling stood in a daze for a while, the shock on Xiaoyuan's face gradually disappeared, and her eyes also calmed down. She walked to the window of the ward, opened the window, and skillfully lit a cigarette.

His demeanor was cold and serious that didn't match his age.

Since Mr. Xia has lost his memory, she has the responsibility to arrange Mr. Xia's life well, and...to protect Mrs. Xiao.

President Xia.

...

After entering the toilet, the first thing Xia Shutong did was to look in the mirror.