Favored and seductive: sweet wife with amnesia, see you at night

Inside the box is a set of chess, with a total of 32 chess pieces, made of dark chocolate and white chocolate. The point is that even the chessboard is made of pastries.

It is not easy to make such a set of chess by hand, but also to make it so delicate and realistic, it can be seen that Mingwei is really hard at preparing Christmas gifts for Miaomiao.

Miaomiao carefully picked up a chess piece, and couldn't help but hold her breath: "It smells so good! It's so beautiful!"

He really wanted to eat it in one bite, but he couldn't bear it.

"Uncle housekeeper, this is a gift from my mother, isn't it amazing?" The little guy couldn't help showing off to the housekeeper, but he held the box in his arms very preciously.

The butler gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely: "The gift that Miss Mingwei prepared for you is really great."

"Of course." Miaomiao proudly puffed out her small chest, "I am my mother's beloved baby, and the gift she prepared for me must be the most thoughtful and beautiful."

"Yes, the young master is right."

"It's even prettier than uncle's gift."

"Uh……"

Seeing that the housekeeper didn't agree with her, Miaomiao pursed her mouth and raised her chin and asked, "Uncle housekeeper, you must have seen uncle's gift just now, right? What is it?"

The housekeeper smiled and said, "It's a painting."

Miaomiao was curious: "What painting?"

The butler said, "I'm sorry, young master, I didn't see clearly."

Miaomiao was so itchy that she thought to herself: If my uncle won't show it to me, I can ask my mother.

He hugged his box tightly, and took out his mobile phone to make a video call to Ming Wei. After a while, Ming Wei's gentle face appeared on the screen.

"Baby, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

"It's not too late, it's not even ten o'clock."

Miaomiao opened the box to Mingwei and said happily, "Mom, I really like your gift."

"Just like it." Ming Wei smiled, her eyes were curved, very gentle, "Hurry up and go to bed, children are not allowed to stay up late."

Miaomiao said yes, but still pestered Mingwei: "Mom, what gift did you give uncle?"

Seeing his curiosity, Ming Wei smiled and said, "Mom drew a picture for your uncle."

Miaomiao moaned and said, "Uncle doesn't even show it to me, it's a baby."

Ming Wei knew that her painting skills were not so bad that she couldn't catch her eyes, but she wasn't at the point of being treasured by others.

She just thought it was a child's exaggerated description, and asked with a smile: "Then do you think uncle likes that gift?"

Miaomiao nodded without thinking about it, and took the opportunity to report to Mingwei: "Uncle bullies me, he won't show me, he won't let me touch. Oh, he also said that he wants to frame it. Mom, what is framed? Isn't it?" Put it on so I can’t see it?”

Ming Wei was startled, did Sheng Chenzhou like that painting so much?

A thought flashed through her, and she suppressed a certain thought in her heart to explain to Miaomiao the meaning of framing.

"Framing is to decorate calligraphy and painting with something, such as installing a frame to protect calligraphy and painting. Otherwise, calligraphy and painting may fade, be damaged or be polluted by other things over time."

"Oh." Miaomiao nodded her head, "Uncle really loves the gift from my mother."

Ming Wei didn't want to think about what Sheng Chenzhou meant, he was willing to cherish the gift she gave with all his heart, which showed that he was not the kind of person who trampled on other people's hard work at will.

Maybe someone gave him a painting, and he would frame it properly.

After saying goodnight to Miaomiao, Ming Wei posted a Weibo: "Guess who gave this gift."

The accompanying picture is the radish lipstick set that the little guy gave her.

Because she had accumulated a lot of popularity in the pastry competition before, and she was also popular on Weibo. Now, when she posts on Weibo, there are more than 1000 comments in one go.

One of the popular comments was: "I guess it was given by my boyfriend."

Immediately afterwards, a group of people commented and guessed whether Ming Wei was in love, and even turned into Conan and Sherlock Holmes, looking for various clues from her previous Weibo to prove that Ming Wei had a boyfriend.

such as--

"The blogger posted a tutorial on making heart-shaped dim sum the day before yesterday. This is not a dim sum, but dog food for love."

"Have you noticed the bracelet on the blogger's left hand? I searched the Internet, and it's a couple bracelet from Cartier!"

"Our Miss Hongdou is finally in love."

"As an old fan, I shed tears of excitement. In the future, whoever dares to say that Hongdou is single, I will put dog food in their mouths."

"So this Christmas, bloggers aren't single anymore?"

"Wait! I followed Sun Hang. Last week he posted on Weibo asking what gift to give to the girl he likes. Could this girl be a blogger?"

"I have a strong intuition that this set of lipstick must have been given by Sun Hang."

……

Ming Wei was dumbfounded by the comments. She didn't expect a set of lipsticks to attract so many speculations, and it even involved Sun Hang. The fans' brains this year are too strong, right?

In order to avoid misunderstanding, Ming Wei planned to clarify in the comments, but suddenly received a text message from an unfamiliar person: "Can you show some face? Don't rub my heat!"

rubbing heat?
Ming Wei realized immediately, is this a text message from Sun Hang?
Although she and Sun Hang participated in the pastry competition together, they did not exchange any contact information with each other, only knowing that the other party is very active on Weibo.

No matter how Sun Hang got her contact information, this text message is really embarrassing. She is not in the entertainment industry, so why bother to catch someone's attention.

Besides, if she wants to be famous and gain popularity, wouldn't it be better to directly rub Tang Xiaoxi?Need to rub against him, a pastry blogger with only 30 followers?
What's more, Mingwei herself has more than 100 million fans.

She replied unceremoniously: "I'm sorry, I don't need to rub your heat, please don't be sentimental."

Then Ming Wei blocked him.

However, in order to avoid deeper misunderstandings from netizens with big brains, Ming Wei quickly replied to the hot comments in the comments: "This lipstick is a gift from my little baby."

Then reply to the comment that she is in love: "What should I do, I haven't left the single yet, I'm too disappointed [crying] [crying] [crying]."

These two replies once again aroused heated discussions in the comment area, and many fans asked curiously: "Who is the little baby?"

Some people speculated that Mingwei had a child out of wedlock and was a single mother; others speculated that Mingwei got married and divorced, and the baby was her child, and of course there were speculations that it was a friend's child.

Ming Wei regretted posting this Weibo on the spur of the moment.

Today's netizens are all masters. It would be bad if they were allowed to reveal Miaomiao's identity. She didn't want Miaomiao to be talked about when she was so young.

In the future, she should honestly send out pastry tutorials.

Before going to bed, Ming Wei thought about it, deleted the Weibo about lipstick, and then reposted a Weibo.

"In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I will not post personal affairs in my life on Weibo in the future. I will concentrate on taking pastry tutorials for you and be a happy food blogger [Love]"

After Weibo was posted, the comment area was full of wailing, one by one asked Mingwei to post more Weibo about her private life, and some fans asked Mingwei to post more selfies.

Ming Wei didn't dare to reply to fans indiscriminately, she just pretended she didn't see those comments, and turned off her phone to sleep.

The next morning, Mingwei was going to visit her parents in the cemetery, which was why she didn't agree to accompany Miaomiao yesterday.

Ming Wei's parents, that is, Ming Jia'an and his wife, were buried in the cemetery on the outskirts of Dongcheng. It took several subway transfers from Lin Hanyan's side.

Originally, Ming Wei wanted to take a taxi there, but the place was relatively remote. It just so happened that tragedies of girls in taxi accidents broke out in the news one after another.

After thinking twice, Ming Wei decided to take the subway there.

Taking the subway on Sunday is no easier than going to work, probably because of the holiday, many people came out to play, and Ming Wei had to stand for more than an hour to get a seat.

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when we arrived in the suburbs.

Mingwei was tired and thirsty, so she bought a bunch of flowers and a bottle of water at the entrance of the cemetery, and walked inside under the sun.

Ming Jia'an and his wife were buried on the mountainside, and Ming Wei climbed for more than half an hour before finding her parents' tombstone.

"Dad, Mom, I'm here to see you." She put the flowers she bought in front of the cemetery and sat down. "I haven't seen you for half a year. I hope you don't blame me."

The surrounding area of ​​the cemetery was quiet, but Ming Wei was not afraid. She talked about her situation in the past six months, including recognizing Miaomiao as her godson.

"Miaomiao is very cute and smart. Sometimes I think it would be nice if he was my own baby. And Sheng Shenzhou, who is Miaomiao's uncle, always treats me as another girl and says that girl Much like me."

Speaking of this, Ming Wei felt a little funny: "Sometimes I wonder if you had a twin sister or younger sister when you gave birth to me."

Naturally, no one answered this question.

Ming Wei quietly looked at the intimate group photo on the tombstone, suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, and murmured: "It would be great if you were still here."

With parents there, there is still a place in life; without parents, there is only a way back in life.

If her parents were still there, she would still have a home and a destination, so she wouldn't have to grit her teeth and swallow it alone if she was wronged.

Mingwei felt a dull pain in her heart every time she recalled her parents wearing white cloths.

The memory of the past is too painful, and she can't remember who helped to bury her parents.

Occasionally, when I think back, my memory is still blurred. During that time, every day seemed to be muddled, and it took two years to recover from the blow of losing my parents.

The sun is rising higher and higher, and the sun is getting stronger and stronger. Even in winter, it makes people feel a little hot.

Ming Wei sat in front of the tombstone for more than an hour. After talking enough, she finally stood up, took off her coat and put it on her hands, and walked slowly down the hill by herself.

Not long after walking out of the gate of the cemetery, suddenly, a person walking towards her yelled in horror: "Be careful! Get out of the way!"

Ming Wei turned her head subconsciously.

A black car ran straight towards her like a mad cow out of control!