Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Hearing this, Ji Mujue quickly waved his hands with a smile: "No, I just didn't trust you, so I turned back to take a look."

Shang Zhuyi looked at him dubiously, and then still indifferently rejected his kindness: "I'm fine, you don't need to read, you can go."

Ji Mujue was choked for a moment, his face suddenly became a little ugly, his mouth moved twice, and finally he could only show a helpless smile, thinking that even if Ji Mujue didn't turn his hands over for clouds and rain, he could still be regarded as a master of the mall Oh, have you ever eaten such a deflation in front of others?

But only when facing Shang Zhuyi, he couldn't use his anger and tricks, so he could only admit defeat embarrassingly.

"Zhuyi, I didn't lie to you. I'm really your husband. By the way, we still have two children. I'll show you the photos." Saying this, Ji Mujue took out his phone and pulled out a string and a column The photo, and handed it to Shang Zhuyi.

Shang Zhuyi looked at him suspiciously, still wondering if Ji Mujue was lying to her, but seeing that he was so persistent, Shang Zhuyi couldn't refuse, so he could only reluctantly took the phone and looked down.

The faces of the two children immediately came into view. Although Shang Zhuyi still had no impression, a sense of familiarity and nostalgia inexplicably rose in his heart.

"This... you mean, this is our child?" Shang Zhuyi asked while covering his mouth.

Looking at her expression, Ji Mujue thought that Shang Zhuyi must have been touched by this photo, so he nodded quickly: "Yes, they are called Yixian Yizhu, which is what I named them. "

"One chord and one pillar to think about the Chinese New Year..." Shang Zhuyi murmured.

What these two names carry is not only the meaning of a code name, but more of affection and tenderness.

Thinking of this, Shang Zhuyi couldn't help looking up at Ji Mujue, his eyes were full of scrutiny and disbelief: "We two...really?"

Although her expression was a bit incoherent, Ji Mujue understood what she wanted to express immediately: "It's true, but because of a small twist in the middle, I still have no way to produce a written proof to confirm my words , but, you must believe me, I really did not lie to you!"

Hearing this, Shang Zhuyi was silent, she didn't express her attitude immediately, but just looked Ji Mujue up and down repeatedly, as if she wanted to find some evidence from him that could testify or refute him.

But in the end, Shang Zhuyi still couldn't make a definite judgment, she could only hold her head in embarrassment and lowered her head, frowning and said: "I don't know, I really don't know..."

Seeing her in such a difficult situation, Ji Mujue couldn't bear to force her anymore, so he sighed softly; "Zhuyi, I won't force you anymore, don't worry, I believe, one day you will remember everything of."

Hearing this, Shang Zhuyi let go of the hand holding his head, then slowly raised his head, looking directly at Ji Mujue.

　
　 In Ji Mujue's eyes, Shang Zhuyi only saw calmness and pity, so even though she didn't know whether she should trust Yan Qun, she couldn't bear to say anything indifferent at this moment, and then, she still As if bewitched, the ghost nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Ji Mujue's eyes suddenly ignited a glimmer of hope, he smiled, and said softly: "You have a good rest, if you are unhappy, I will not disturb you, I am next door, you can call me whenever you need .”

After finishing speaking, Ji Mujue turned around and walked out the door, without giving Shang Zhuyi a chance to refuse.

"Hey..." Shang Zhuyi stretched out his hand as if trying to stop him, but Ji Mujue pretended not to see it, opened the door and left.

Helpless, Shang Zhuyi had no choice but to put down his arms, squinted his mouth, and lay back on the bed again.

Shang Zhuyi, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was still a little bit weak, so she fell asleep in a drowsy state just after lying down for a while.

In her sleep, she came to an elegantly decorated villa. She walked on the corridor in a daze, looking around. There was no one in the villa, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Just as she was wandering aimlessly, two short and muscular figures suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, and with a string of silver bell-like laughter, they rushed towards her.

Shang Zhuyi took a closer look, only to find that there were two children with similar faces, a boy and a girl, both smiling sweetly at her and running over with their arms outstretched.

"Mother……"

It wasn't until the children ran into Shang Zhuyi that they heard what they were yelling clearly.

Shang Zhuyi was a little surprised, why didn't she remember that she had two such big children?
She was thinking wildly, but the children had already ran in front of her on short legs, hugged her thighs from left to right, raised their heads, and looked at her with longing eyes: "Mom hug... ..."

Listening to the children's request, Shang Zhuyi couldn't bear to refuse, so she bent down and hugged the two children one by one.

Having been fulfilled, the two children giggled, and the girl suddenly hugged Shang Zhuyi's neck, and planted a firm kiss on her cheek.

Seeing this, the boy at the side was not far behind, so he also cupped Shang Zhuyi's cheek and shyly kissed it lightly.

Feeling the soft kiss brought by the two children, Shang Zhuyi's heart seemed to melt, and suddenly felt warm bubbles floating in the surrounding air.

As a result, Shang Zhuyi gradually let go of his guard, and asked the two children softly: "Baby, tell me, what are your names?"

Hearing Shang Zhuyi asking himself this question, the two children actually showed a sad expression. The boy was okay and behaved relatively soundly. Although he was sad, he didn't cry, but the girl beside him couldn't control it anymore. He covered his eyes and burst into tears: "Mom doesn't love us anymore, and she doesn't even remember our name."

The girl's cries were like a cold and sharp knife. Every time she cried, the knife would pierce Shang Zhuyi's heart, and the pain made her nose ache.

Shang Zhuyi quickly reached out and touched the child's head, and comforted him: "Mothers are joking with you, how come I don't remember your names?"

She only cared about comforting the child, and she didn't care that she had unknowingly admitted the identity of the child's mother.

Hearing this, the girl's eyes were still red, she still looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "Then tell me, what's our name?"

Now Shang Zhuyi was stumped, she didn't remember the existence of these two children at all, let alone their names!
But facing the expectant eyes of the two children, Shang Zhuyi told them without hesitation that she had lied to them, and she didn't remember at all, so she could only frown and rack her brains.

At this time, a photo on the mobile phone appeared in her mind, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded beside her ear: "This is our child, I named them, one string and one column..."

So Shang Zhuyi blurted out: "You are called Yixian and Yizhu, right?"

Hearing this, the two children smiled, then left from Shang Zhuyi's arms, clapped their hands and walked to the other end of the corridor until their figures gradually disappeared.

Looking at their backs, Shang Zhuyi felt mixed feelings in his heart.

"Yixian... Yizhu!" Shang Zhuyi woke up calling the child's name, then opened his eyes in a daze, looking at the white ceiling of the hospital, he was stunned for a long time, and then gradually came back to his senses.

She was sitting on the hospital bed, recalling the dream just now, although the dream was fake, but when she saw the two children, the nostalgia and longing in her heart did not seem to be fake, it was her own feelings that were pressed down in her heart!
Shang Zhuyi covered her face and lowered her head, frowning and trying to search in her mind, but no matter how she thought and recalled, the result was blank, she still couldn't remember!
This kind of cognition made Shang Zhuyi a little frustrated and angry. She reached out and pulled her hair, and beat her head mercilessly a few times: "Remember...remember!"

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get back the lost memory.

She was like a drowning person, waving her arms helplessly, but she didn't know if someone would come to rescue her.

Early the next morning, Shang Zhuyi, who had just opened her eyes, was still in a very low mood. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and was about to wash up.

Not long after she walked into the bathroom, she heard a crisp sound from outside.

So, she looked out the door suspiciously, only to see Ji Mujue was holding a piece of breakfast lightly, carefully visiting her table, as if he was afraid of disturbing Shang Zhuyi by making any noise, and his movements were very cautious , even a little funny.

However, a person like Ji Mujue, who is used to being pampered and pampered, is not someone who can serve others. Although he tried his best not to make a sound, the slippery bowl and chopsticks shook involuntarily and let out a "clang" "There was a crisp crash.

Shang Zhuyi saw everything in his eyes, she just lost her memory, but she was not stupid, so she immediately understood Ji Mujue's good intentions.

If she guessed right, it should be because she rejected Ji Mujue too much yesterday, so today, in order not to disturb her, Ji Mujue came over to bring her breakfast while she was leaving the ward to wash up.

It's really hard not to be moved by this intention.

　
Shang Zhuyi stood at the door of the bathroom, her eyes moved slightly, but in the end she still didn't move, just quietly watched Ji Mujue put down his breakfast, then turned and left.

After washing up, Shang Zhuyi felt an inexplicable but uncontrollable joy in her heart. She came to the ward with this complicated mood, and stopped before the breakfast that still wafted the tempting aroma.