Tang Lin's tail sound dissipated in the living room, perhaps only one or two seconds, but for Fan Peiyang who was set there, it seemed like a century had passed.

Tang Lin’s reaction was wrong.

The moment they were called, countless speculations and inferences rushed into Fan Peiyang's brain. Or in other words, they were originally dormant there, waiting for an opportunity, these rational, irrational, scientific, absurd, rigorous, and crazy disaster consequences that were presupposed by Fan Peiyang came out in full swing.

In order to hold these down, Van Peryang almost gave his all.

Finally, he turned around silently.

The joy, excitement, expectation, and enthusiasm that could not be hidden before all retreated from his eyes, leaving only Tang Lin's figure, alone reflected in those dark eyes.

"You don't know what I'm doing?" He asked Tang Lin. His heart was so upset that he didn't reveal a trace of it in his voice.

With eyes facing each other, Tang Lin suddenly panicked. For a moment, he felt that he had done something wrong.

But in the end, he shook his head at Fan Peiyang: "I really don't understand."

Fan Peiyang lowered his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. This was his habitual movement when he was examining and thinking.

He wanted to find out the changes in Tang Lin, and wanted to use this comparison with Tang Lin from the past to determine what was wrong.

Not a character.

When he woke up outside the Wishing House, he was confused and puzzled but did not forget to tease him for his clumsy lies. It was Tang Lin.

It was Tang Lin who learned that he exchanged his health with a wish and sincerely gave him hugs and thanks.

I smiled in front of me, and only showed my cold true nature when facing me, but Tang Lin was still.

But Tang Lin would not push himself away in the past.

If the stationery did not change his personality, the only possibility left was memory.

"Are you going to stand there until dawn?" Tang Lin and him looked at each other for too long, and their eyes were sore.

Fan Peiyang finally took a step forward and walked towards him.

Tang Lin subconsciously shrank back. He had just recovered from his serious illness and could not help but be beaten up again and again.

Surprisingly, Fan Peiyang came to the front, turned his feet and sat back opposite him.

"I ask, you answer."

Tang Lin sat upright: "Okay."

Van Peiyang: "Do you remember this place?"

Tang Lin: "Of course, this is your villa, and the reason you bought it is just because it is close to our company."

"Our company?" Fan Peiyang's tone rose slightly, grasping the key point.

"You and I started a business together, otherwise what should we call it. Or..." Tang Lin looked at him deliberately, "When I was sick, did you transfer your assets?"

Fan Peiyang ignored the joke and stared at him without relaxing for a moment: "It is indeed the company we formed together, so you are also the president."

"I don't know, it turns out that I've been promoted." Tang Lin frowned and his tone became cold, "Fan Peiyang, if you continue to ask this kind of pit-digging questions, I won't play anymore."

"You remember it all?"

"Of course I remember it," Tang Lin didn't know what Fan Peiyang wanted to prove, "I had something in my head, but I'm not stupid. Now if you ask me the financial statements two years ago, I can still memorize them."

Fan Peiyang: "You are the best financial director."

Tang Lin: "Objective facts."

Fan Peiyang: "My financial director."

Tang Lin: “…”

This is logically fine, but when Fan Peiyang said it, it would be strange.

It was dark and the moonlight could not shine in because the lights were too bright, and it was a little dazzling and dizzy.

There was no emotion on Fan Peiyang's quiet face. No one knew that his heart was running at high speed. It started to be stopped by Tang Lin until now, and it has not stopped for a moment.

Tang Lin remembers the company, the position, the illness, and even the ones they started their own business together. So they didn’t lose their memory? But if they all remember, why...

"Do you remember this?" He suddenly spoke again.

Tang Lin inexplicably: "You have asked this question."

"I mean," Van Peiyang paused, "the decoration here."

A trace of emotion flashed in Tang Lin's eyes quickly: "Are you sure you want to talk about this?"

Fan Peiyang remained as motionless as a mountain, and his most obvious persistence was.

"Okay." Tang Lin was so kind, looking around the living room, his eyes were like a heartless killer. "No matter how many times I have said it, I am willing to say it again. Your taste is terrible..."

Fan Peiyang: "I asked you for your opinion on the decoration back then."

Tang Lin: "Yes, then after I gave you countless style suggestions such as retro European, American, new Chinese, Mediterranean, etc., you chose the minimalist and cold style."

Obviously being teased, Fan Peiyang swept away the haze and even had an undetectable fluctuation in his voice: "After that, after the villa was renovated, you were the first to visit. What did you say to me at that time?"

Tang Lin recalled carefully for a long time, but didn't remember anything that was impressive: "Sorry, I really forgot this."

Fan Peiyang was stunned. The expectation just now emerged and was caught off guard.

Tang Lin at that time said: Fan Peiyang, you have successfully dispelled my yearning for cohabitation.

He didn't deliberately remember it, but he forgot about Tang Lin's carefulness.

"But I remember that," Tang Lin subconsciously wanted to make up for it. He raised his head and saw the green plants not far away, "I gave it to him, and it didn't bloom when I gave it to him."

It was a pot of strelitini, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and it had grown tall and lush. Above the surrounding leaves, there were three strange flowers, bright orange with a little purple, like three little birds flapping their wings and flying.

"You have kept it well." After thinking about it, Tang Lin added another dry praise.

Fan Peiyang: "When you sent it here, you also spoke."

Tang Lin: “…”

Fan Peiyang: "Forgot?"

Tang Lin: "I never knew that you have such a good memory."

Fan Peiyang: "It's your memory that has become worse."

Tang Lin at that time said: Mr. Fan, it is much more delicate than me, so you must not raise it to death.

He asked: What if he dies?

The answer I got was: Then I don’t want you anymore.

He didn't give Tang Lin the chance to not want him. Strelitzia bloomed better and better, but the people who sent the flowers forgot.

No need to do any ridiculous Q&A games anymore, things are no longer obvious. Tang Lin remembers everything, but forgets what is related to their relationship.

Fan Peiyang couldn't figure it out.

The healing stationery in his hand, but he didn't want to recover first. He wanted to recover, and he couldn't believe Hua Tuo 100%. Because the miracle doctor also had diseases that cannot be cured, he finally chose it.

Any stationery may have unexpected effects. He has this mental preparation, and even all Tang Lin's memories have retreated back to before he became sick. He felt that it could be explained, but the stationery is like a scalpel, which only accurately removes all the details related to his relationship with Tang Lin. Why?

"If you have no problem..." Tang Lin said lightly, "Can I ask one?"

Fan Peiyang came back to his senses and met Tang Lin's lonely eyes: "You want to ask if there is something wrong with your memory?"

Tang Lin said: "You won't ask me those for no reason."

Fan Peiyang smiled, and before his smile could reach his eyes, he dissipated: "It's not a big problem, you just forgot about our relationship."

Tang Lin: "What's the relationship?"

Fan Peiyang: "It can rationalize a series of behaviors I just did."

Tang Lin's brows were deeply locked. He rarely did this. Usually, no matter how unhappy or troubled things, he would only frown gently, but now, he could not control it. What Fan Peiyang said was too incredible and he could not calm down.

If someone else pressed him into the sofa and was rejected, he would tell him that they could do such a thing. No matter who it is, as long as it is not Fan Peiyang, he would make the other party regret knowing him.

It was Fan Peiyang.

This is his friend who had been able to live a life in the past, not to mention that a few hours ago, the other party used a wish to exchange for his new life.

"Evidence," Tang Lin took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm, "You said we were in such a relationship, what about the evidence?"

Fan Peiyang thought in confusion and stood up and walked out of the living room.

When he came back, he had a lot of things on his hands—suits, shirts, pajamas, slippers, toiletries, etc.

The clothes are sized by Tang Lin, and the slippers are original by Tang Lin's favorite designers. The toiletries are not obvious, but they are all in duplicate, which is enough to prove that Fan Peiyang has a permanent resident or a population who will come to stay at any time.

"It's all mine." Tang Lin claimed it without any doubt.

"Is it enough?"

"What?"

"evidence."

Tang Lin pursed his lips for a long time, sighing helplessly: "These can only prove that I live here often. In fact, before you bought it, I often spent the night at your original home. Who made your house always better than me?"

Fan Peiyang stared at him with a scattered oppressive force in his eyes, and asked almost word by word: "What evidence do you want?"
To be continued...