<h4>Chapter 679: Her Name Was Yanyan?</h4>


    The woman looked at the line of words and frowned suddenly. After a while, she murmured, “Name... Name.”


    She rubbed her temple, as if trying to think about something and to recall something.


    Soon she patted her head hard again, which, however, was empty with nothing.


    Seeing her patting her head, Chen Jiahang quickly pulled her hand and then wrote anxiously on the notebook:


    “Don’t beat yourself. You’ve got a head injury. It’s all right. You don’t have a name. I’ll ask Uncle Qiang to help you get one.”


    He now knew that the wife he bought must have hit her head, so she couldn’t even remember her name.


    But he just heard her speaking, saying the word “name”. She was not dumb.


    Excellent!


    Chen Jiahangughed happily again. Because of his dumbness, he wasughed at by others. Even when he went to find a job in the county, they would not hire him. Fortunately, the wife he found was able to speak. That would be much more convenientter.


    “Eat something.” He then wrote another sentence.


    Chen Jiahang got her a small bowl of porridge, handing it in front of her. Then he picked up an egg he had just boiled, knocked it at the corner of the table, and began to peel.


    “Yan... Yanyan.” At this time, the low murmur of the woman suddenly rose in the quiet and empty hall again. Although the voice was very low, it could be heard clearly because of the quietness.


    “Yanyan?”


    Chen Jiahang frowned and his lips moved along, but making no sound.


    He just seemed to hear her saying “Yanyan”.


    Then he quickly picked up the pen again and wrote excitedly on it:


    “Yanyan? Is this your name?”


    The woman looked at what he wrote, but shook her head. It was not her name.


    “What is that? Yanyan? Yanyan? Yanyan?”


    Chen Jiahang was so excited that he wrote several homonyms in a row. After he finished writing, he looked at her expectantly with dark eyes open.


    The woman looked at the row of homonyms. She bit her lips tightly. Her fingers moved on these homonyms and finally stopped on thest word: Yan.


    “Yanyan...” She whispered again, and she had just uttered the name almost unconsciously.


    Chen Jiahang was so happy that he wrote several “Yanyan” in his book.


    Another sentence was then written by him, “Then your name is Chen Yan, the same surname as me.”


    Then he drew several smiling faces in his book delightedly.


    The woman nodded. She just spoke out Yanyan unconsciously, but did not remember her original full name He Xiyan, nor did she remember where she came from or what she had experienced before. Her mind was totally nk.


    She looked at the dark hall, and at the man in front, who liked smiling as a child. All these were somewhat unfamiliar to her, very strange.


    But she didn’t know what she knew well.


    Chen Jiahang handed her the peeled egg and made a gesture to tell her to eat quickly.


    He Xiyan didn’t want to eat, so she shook her head. The man, however, forced it to her and wrote on the paper, “It’s dark egg, very nutritious.”


    When he finished writing, he peeled another one and gave it to her.


    Seeing her eating it, he finally felt relieved. As long as she was willing to eat, she would get better and then she would bear him babies.


    Aunt Wang said that as long as the wife who was bought gave birth to a baby, she would then not run away.