Please Take Me Home, Daddy - Chapter 658: Chapter 658

Zayn looked at Laura calmly as if she was talking about a business deal. "I'm in a hurry and I urgently need to recover my memory. And I just met my father, but only when I saw you did I always feel that there is an ounce of personal stories between us. Maybe you are the key."
That makes a lot of sense.
She's hard to refute.
Laura scratched her head and said in embarrassment, "But I'm busy now. I have other identities. I need to send you a plan later. You will know after reading it."
Zayn nodded happily and said, "Okay. You can send me your business plan. We will live together one ounce later. I'll come to you after work."
Laura said awkwardly, "But I don't live in my own house. I am living in someone else's house."
Zayn suddenly became alert, "Do you have another man?"
She waved her hand and wanted to explain, but she still sent him the plan and sat down next to him: "You made this plan for me. I think you can understand it."
Zayn was surprised to see her sudden approach. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, took over her phone, and browsed through the screen with his beautiful slender fingers.
Laura secretly glanced at him.
D*mn it! She had grown up wearing a pair of trousers and lost her childhood memories, but now she became a stranger. Why did she feel sexy?
Laura, be careful!
She pretended to look aside casually to ease the embarrassment.
Zayn understood: "So you are Lulu Locke now, but you rented a house next to Lulu Locke's home where I was beaten. You're not staying there at night, are you? You will live in the Luo family."
Laura nodded, "Yes."
Zayn quickly closed his phone and said in a flat tone as if he was telling her, "Then I will live in the house you rented during this period of time. Whenever you are free, come and see me."
Laura:"?"
How could she do that? She must be tempted to see him.
She wanted to say no.
But Zayn stared at her as if he didn't want her to refuse.
Even the eyes because of amnesia there is a clear stupidity.
She surrendered in an instant, "Fine."
Zayn thought, "As long as I believe in something, I will definitely get it."
It doesn't matter if she disagrees.
Sure enough, Zayn quickly returned to her decisive look and got out of bed. "I need to contact people to move things. I need to reorganize my work. When I lose my memory, I forget everything. I don't even know how to deal with my work."
At the mention of this, Laura scratched her hand guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, Zayn. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been in such trouble. It's all my fault."
Zayn paused, turned around, put his hand in his pocket, and looked down at her. "I don't blame you."
Laura looked up and asked in surprise, "Why?"
Zayn said indifferently, "Because even if I lose my memory, my impression of you is the same as before. At the first sight of you, I guessed what our relationship was."
She suddenly felt a little touched and wanted to cry, "Your heart is telling you that we are good friends per ounce, right?"
Zayn:"No."
Laura:"?"
Zayn didn't look at her and said, "Please help me with the discharge procedures."
She suddenly woke up and took his ID card to go out.
Zayn stood at the door, looking at her anxious back and muttering to herself, "Why are you so sure that my heart is telling me that we have a simple friendship per ounce?"
He turned on his phone and looked at his album.
The pasta is full of Laura.
Laura's words from all angles.
Some are candid, some are aboveboard.
And an ounce of hands together.
However, the woman didn't have any strength in this photo. Obviously, she secretly took it when she was unconscious in her sleep.
When he saw her at the hospital just now.
His heart is beating fast.
I'm happy.
I'm also reassured.
It was as if she had come, as if she were here.
He doesn't believe his heart is clean.
Laura drove Zayn to the rental villa next to the Wilson family's house and helped him down like holding his ancestors. "Be careful."
Zayn let her hold him and looked at her petite figure.
She's really tall.
But standing next to him is petite.
He involuntarily leaned closer to her.
Laura took him into the room and turned on the light. "I have other things to do now, so I can't waste any more time, or my plan will be exposed. Take care of yourself first, okay?"
Zayn nodded and looked at the next door. "How are you going to get in that house?"
Without hesitation, she said, "The drainpipe can climb up!"
Zayn:"? You're a Ms. Yale and an agent."
She was stunned and laughed. "I've got a lot of vests on me. Since you have lost your memory, you need to re-know me from the beginning. Take a new vest out of me as your memory rehabilitation. Unfortunately, it is not the time for me to introduce myself now. Have a good rest, and I will leave first!"
Zayn frowned and followed her out of the door, watching her go away.
Laura went into the Wilson family's house, waved at him, and knotted her skirt. She climbed up the drainpipe like a Spider and entered her room very smoothly.
Zayn:"......"
Interesting.
He's got it.
Laura walked into the room and heard a knock on the door. "Lulu Locke!" How long are you going to stay in this pasta? It's been an hour! Have you had enough of your temper? Come out now! !! We have something to ask you!"
Rachel stopped him outside the door, "Please stop knocking! Ms. Yale is hurting a lot now! I need to rest!"
It was fine.
Rachel stopped her.
Laura hurried into the bathroom, dazzled her makeup and powdered her eyes to create a feeling that her eyes were swollen from crying.
She irritated her eyes with the cool eyedrops again, and there was a layer of red blood in her eyes temporarily.
It's perfect right now.
Laura deliberately wrinkled her dress and was ready to go out.
Winnie Thomson, who was in the pasta, couldn't stand it anymore. "That's enough! Ms. Mayer, go get the spare key. I'm going to pry this door open!"
Rachel tried her best to protect the door, "Mrs. Lewis! Please respect Ms. Yale's privacy! It's your second Ms. Yale who deliberately hurt Ms. Yale first, and it's natural that Ms. Yale doesn't want to come out. Please don't go too far! Or we'll call the cops! !! !"
Call the police. Rachel's not telling the truth this time.
Because she knew there was no one in the pasta room.
Fortunately, the Wilson family didn't want to call the police. Elena Locke cried and complained about her grievances, "What do you mean I went too far? Do you know what happened to me at that party and how much they targeted me? You are the one who went too far! Pry open the door for me or kick it if you can't!" !! !!"