The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

"Amnesia?"

The word quickly flashed through Bai Xiran's head, but before he could say it, a crisp sound preempted it.

Mo Xiaobao, who has watched at least hundreds of family ethics dramas, especially ancient Korean dramas, blurted out.

"Did Dad lose his memory?"

Xiong Dong was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously nodded.

But the heart is extremely tangled.

Young master, what's the matter with your tone, why is it not only not sad, but even vaguely excited? ?
Is it your own father?
"Hahaha I didn't expect to have amnesia. How long has the amnesia lasted? Did I forget a few people or the timeline? Is it because I can't remember things that are too long away, or I habitually forget short-term things... Oh, it's not anyway. It's not good to forget important people, and you can't forget Xiaobao."

Xiong Dong chose to remain silent.

He silently shed tears of sympathy for his president, the young master's reaction was a bit...excessive.

Bai Xiyan looked much more normal.

"Really amnesia? How can you be sure?"

"When I woke up in the morning, I still complained of a headache. The doctor found it during the usual examination. There are some people in the photo that the president doesn't remember."

What Xiong Dong said was cryptic.

He neither dared to say who he had forgotten specifically, nor did he dare to mention whether he could not remember some important events.

Instead, be more cautious.

"In short, you should go there."

Bai Xiran looked back at Xiaobao, her eyebrows frowned even tighter.

"Ma'am... the president is in a very, very bad condition now."

Xiong Dong is earnest.

She finally let go, "Okay."

So she went upstairs and changed her clothes, told Mrs. Wang and the servant to take care of the little girl, and then went out with Xiaobao.

……

There was silence in the car along the way.

Bai Xiran didn't ask too much about the specific situation, but quietly looked through some materials.

But the little guy was busy popularizing science nearby.

"Xiaobao has seen many symptoms. Some people remember everything, but they only forget a very important thing in his life."

"There are still people who can't remember everything from a certain point in time, but everything now is very clear. There are also..."

The car stopped amidst his muttering.

The hospital is here.

Bai Xiran made all the preparations, and when he entered the ward with Xiaobao, there was still a faint smile on his cheek.

But the moment the door was pushed open, a particularly violent voice came from inside.

"I said it all, get out!"

A book was thrown head-on.

She narrowly avoided it, and when she looked up, she saw the chaos.

And the man on the bed was irritable, with anger hidden in his black eyes, staring at her fiercely.

"No one is allowed in without my permission!"

Bai Xiran's face was cold, she just looked at him quietly, and smiled slightly with her thin lips, "I can't do it either?"

The man chooses silence.

Watching her knelt down to pick up the book, patted it back on the table.

He walked to the bed step by step, with a smile on Qingzhi's little face, leaned over, and said in a soft voice, "Can't I?"

The woman's breath was so close that he could even smell the faint scent of milk on her body.

And that smiling face is full of tenderness, which doesn't have the coldness of the previous few days.

Mo Junzhe pursed his thin lips tightly, but stepped back a little.

He doesn't seem to know her anymore.

Xiaotuanzi next to him became anxious, "Father, this is Ranran, this is your wife, you don't know her?"

Even the doctor who was watching by the door was worried.

If the closest people don't remember it, then the problem will be big.