Chapter 1:

With a bandage around Wen Qi's left wrist, he held the spoon in the other hand and drank the porridge.
His face was unhealthy pale due to excessive blood loss.
In the early spring, when the weather warmed, the wind came in from a half-open window, and the bell jingled.
The bedrooms are large, with a touch of simplicity in luxury.
There are not many things: a bed that can roll five or six times on it, a row of wardrobes, a dressing table, a set of sofas, and a dining table in front of it. The rest are empty, and with the intermittent wind bell, it is even more empty.
The tall man stood at the table, watching Wen Qi finish his porridge, and said coldly, "You better be honest, don't move your mind any more."
Wen Qi bowed her head and wiped her mouth, but did not respond.
The man continued to warn: "If you make trouble again, let me go to a psychiatric hospital and live, I see how you are going to die!"
Wen Qi was stiff and still did not speak. The man estimated that he was scared and snorted coldly, but at this moment, if he could look at Wen Qi's face, he would certainly not think so-Wen Qi's expression was lazy, and he didn't take him seriously.
Wen Qi threw the napkin on the table, and when he saw the wound on his wrist, he stunned.
This was his first day.
Just yesterday, he drove the plane to go into the waves, but accidentally crashed and woke up here. The body that passed through was also called Wen Qi, but it was not the earth.
On the earth he knows, the plane should not make more than 50 hours around the ground.
It takes a month for this planet to fly half a circle continuously with the most advanced aircraft. As for why it is a half circle, because the other half of the planet is still a mystery. At present, only the oceans are known, but the magnetic field is strange and cannot be explored. So when Wen Qi accepted the memory of the original owner, he understood that this was another continent.
But it doesn't matter.
The important thing is that he's not doing well.
The original owner was a young master of a large family. He had a fiance at the level of a male god, but escaped for some strange reason.
That's all, unfortunately encountered a series of doom on the road, eventually fell into the hands of traffickers, and then was pulled into the operating room and changed his face, sold to the northernmost Juxing country on the mainland. And the original owner bought this unfriendly man, Wyent.
Juxing is a small country.
There is a wonderful thing here is that without bigamy, polygamy and polygamy are fine.
In recent days, Juxing's big family, Huo Family, has to expand the harem for the new owner. Numerous families who want to cling to Huo Family are crazy.
Wynte did the same.
The difference is that when he heard that Huo's homeowner was seriously ill, he started to figure it out, and there was a beautiful young boy as a partner. The two learned the noble etiquette together, and in order to improve the style, they also made various proofs, claiming to be an ancient noble who had lived in seclusion for many years.
It's a pity that people are not as good as the heavens. Just after they reported their names and the Huo family arranged a meeting point, the teenager died unexpectedly. When Wynth was poured with cold water, in despair, he suddenly saw the original owner of what was said to be "a certain noble nobleman" in the hands of traffickers, and immediately bought it.
In sincerity, Wright told the original owner the current situation and told the original owner that as long as they cooperate, they will have a good life in the future. The original owner refused on the spot, and wanted Wyent to send himself home.
Wynte said: "Do you know how powerful the Huo family is here? They will see us right away, and if I run away with you, it will be almost like death," he opened the communicator and sneered, "and there is this You mean Master Wen, how do you look like him? "
The original owner shouted, "This is because they changed my face!"
Wynte was unmoved: "I have to wait for someone who has seen Huo's family to talk."
A few days later, it was time to choose a candidate.
The original owner and Wright were led into the room with the camera, and a sudden sound came, letting them introduce themselves and by the way perform a talent show. The original owner immediately yelled that he was the young master of the Wen family and was sold here. I hope they can help.
Someone over the camera said faintly: "I like this show, you are qualified."
Owner: "..."
Wynth, who thought he was going to mess up: "..."
The next thing could not be ruled by the original owner, because it was Huo Haoqiang, the owner of the house. Since he looked after the original owner, it was useless for the original owner to struggle. Wynte patiently followed the servants into Huo's house, waited for them to leave, and threw away a diagnosis of mental abnormalities in the past, which clearly stated the original name of the original owner, apparently Wright was afraid of the original owner's creation-but prepared in advance of.
The original owner was shocked.
Wynte said coldly, "I will give this to them again, and take you directly to the mental hospital for detention."
The original owner looked pale.
Wynte said: "I tell you, even if you are really the young master of the Wen family, it is useless to fly from here to your home for at least half a month. With Huo's power, you can't escape at all, let your fate be."
No money, no power, no potential and no identity proof.
The original owner either honestly became Mrs. Huo, or died, or was put in a psychiatric hospital. How could a young master who was used to fleeing escape?
This is a sub-question.
So the owner learned that Huo Haoqiang was going to sleep with him, and he committed suicide.
But this body did not die, and the person who took the risk also replaced Wen Qi.
He moved his left hand and it hurts a little.
"Don't disturb, rest honestly," Wynth said, trying to get someone to clean up the dining table, when the maid ran into the door: "Mrs. Nine, Madam, they are coming ..."
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Before he finished speaking, he heard only a cry of cold jade like Wen Yu. Wen Qi looked up and was almost blinded.
There were five people, men and women, except the housemaids. They were all brightly dressed, with glittering gems on them, and some were hung with paspalums, so they lifted their chins into the door and went to fight like a group of jewels. Showy Pheasant.
The cold lady was the elder lady. She stopped in front of Wen Qi and asked condescendingly, "Little nine, I heard that you have cut your wrist?"
Wynte preempted: "No, our young master just accidentally got hurt."
"Did I ask you?" The old lady didn't even give him a straight eye, still staring at Wen Qi, her beautiful eyes were full of unpleasantness, "I don't care what it is, you can marry into Huo's house and let her husband see It is your blessing ... "
Wen Qi interrupted her: "Do you think I'm rare?"
This boy who doesn't know him! The anger in Wynt's eyes flashed.
Madam's voice was colder: "What are you talking about?"
"I said don't bother me! Give me a roll!" Wen Qi screamed and rushed towards them madly.
This one unexpectedly surprised everyone.
Several ladies stepped back hurriedly, and Went stepped forward to pull them back, but saw the old lady's domestic servant push Wen Qi hard, and the latter tripped on both feet and fell backwards.
Wen Qi observed a good angle, let the elbow and the back of the head fall to the ground at the same time, the elbow hit the ground with a strong muffled sound, then raised his head slightly, and then closed his eyes.
His movements were too concealed, and everyone felt that he was hitting the ground with a "sudden bang" in the back of his head, and was even bumped up a bit, and then passed out violently. The old lady hadn't even breathed out of breath, and was stunned by this change. She calmed down for two seconds before calmly calming down: "... Quick, call the doctor."
She looked at Wynth: "What's going on with him?"
Wynth estimated that someone was going to be driven mad and explained with anger: "The young master was frightened yesterday and his mood was unstable."
The old lady was weak: "Forget it, let him get sick first, let's go."
A crowd of people came and went, and the bedroom was quiet very quickly. Wynd hugged Wen Qi to bed, suppressing his irritability and waiting for the doctor's diagnosis.
Wen Qi was naturally pretending, and she simply fell asleep and did not wake up until noon. Wynd still guarded him, trying to learn a few words subconsciously, but afraid of irritating him, he could only stiffen his face. Wen Qi looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"
Wynter froze, "... what?"
Wen Qi stood up, looked around the bedroom, and turned his eyes back to him: "Where is this? Who are you? Wait, who am I?"
Wen Qi supported her head and frowned.
Wynth hurried to call the doctor, and she really got an unexpected answer: this boy has amnesia!
He was a little relieved, and the result couldn't have been better for him. He slowed his tone: "Master, don't think about it, so as not to have a headache, maybe it will come to mind in a few days."
Wen Qi said: "You call me Master?"
Wright said: "Well, you are the young master of our Wood family, recently married into the Huo family. The Wood family is an ancient noble ..."
He shouted, very patient, with a different attitude from before. Wen Qi leaned on the bed and listened, and nodded until he finished: "So I came because of the family?"
Wynte said: "Yes, Master, the Wood family is all yours."
So sweet baby, Wen Qi laughed in his heart and said, "I see."
Wynte was pleased: "It's almost noon. Would you like something to eat?"
Wen Qi responded, watching the man leave, and got out of bed and walked out to the window and looked out.
He will make himself "amnesia", nothing more than to find a reason for his personality change before and after suicide, and by the way to ease the relationship with Wynt.
He squinted his eyes and turned his thoughts to the experience of the original owner. He felt that there were not so many coincidences in the world. The biggest possibility was that after the original owner left the house, some people did not want him to go back.
This is interesting.
They didn't let the original owner go home, so he wanted to go back and take a look. I have lived in the darkest and highest society for more than 20 years. This dilemma can kill the original owner, but he can't stop him.
Wen Qi heard the door open slowly, slowly walked to the table and sat down, watching Wynd put the plate down, and said, "You talk about Huo, I decided to stand fast as soon as possible."
Wynth said: "The Huo family's owner is Huo Haoqiang, twenty-two years old, and just took office three months ago ..."
"Mrs. Nine," she said, half interrupted by the maid who hurried in the door. "The homeowner is here."
Wen Qi raised an eyebrow. Yo, his "husband" is here.
Earlier, the original owner and Huo Haoqiang looked through the camera. He didn't know what the owner looked like.
I saw several black bodyguards leading the door, and quickly stood in two rows, each with a serious and implicit expression, and the atmosphere in the entire bedroom changed. Wen Qi secretly made a big appearance, took a cup and drank water, and planned to moisten his throat in preparation for battle. At this time, a baby-faced boy entered the door.
The teenager visually measured one meter six, dressed in a Chinese suit, the gems on it were more exaggerated than just some ladies, ears were garnished with paspalum, and he swayed back and forth as he walked, his face expressionless. Wen Qi was wondering if a young master ran after the owner, and listened to Wynd respectfully saying to the young man, "The owner."
Wen Qi took a sip of water and coughed while holding the table: "Cough cough ..."
Huo Haoqiang: "..."
Wyent: "..."
Bodyguards: "..."