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

Mo Junzhe's black eyes were quietly looking at his young wife's clean cheeks. In the dark night, every inch of her breath was fascinating.

The air is quiet, mixed with subtle ambiguity.

Bai Xiran suddenly laughed, "The way you look at me will make people think you've remembered."

The man was taken aback.

He raised his wrist slightly and pointed to the diamond ring on his ring finger.

"It has your name engraved on it."

"It doesn't matter what others say. I know it best in my heart. You are the wife I am marrying."

Maybe it's because the words are too sincere, or maybe the expression on his face is too serious.

Bai Xiran was taken aback.

She quickly smiled softly, and her slender fingertips landed on the glass, caressing it once and for all, with a playful look in the corners of her eyes and brows, "But you just don't remember me."

"Mr. Mo, if you really put it in your heart, how could you forget it?"

It would be a lie to say that he didn't mind just forgetting about her.

"I've been thinking for the past few days that I'm destined somewhere. I just forgot that maybe God gave you a chance to start again."

Mo Junzhe's pupils tightened instantly!
He never had such an idea!

Bai Xiran parted her red lips, but her eyes looked at him meticulously, "Does it still hurt?"

"Slightly, relieved."

"You are in your thirties, so you don't need me to tell you. You just know how your body is."

"Ah."

It's a headache.

But for Mo Junzhe, what makes him most uncomfortable right now is not the headache, let alone those messy sequelae.

But...

The little wife seems to have changed her mind.

Not only did she not sympathize with herself who lost her memory, she even felt that this was a choice given by God.

Mr. Mo felt that he was probably self-defeating.

A sense of urgency suddenly surged deep in my heart.

He got up quickly.

"Ma'am, wait!"

The "Ma'am" came to my ears instantly, making Bai Xiran's steps froze.

She could only turn around slowly, and looked over with a stiff face.

Mo Junzhe had a serious expression, walked over a few steps and stood in front of her, looking down at his little wife, "I just forgot for a while, as my wife, you should help me remember, instead of just thinking about giving up."

"..."

The man frowned, "Why this expression, talk."

Bai Xiran squeezed her fingers hard and then let go, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she looked at him as if she was sizing up a stranger.

It took a while before he lowered his head, "I have nothing to say."

Mo Junzhe was not satisfied with this answer.

He took the hand of his little wife and said, "For patients with amnesia, the following methods can be used to help him, such as taking him to familiar scenes. Re-experience the past A memorable thing..."

"I am very busy."

Bai Xiran shook off his hand straight away, her delicate face raised, "There are so many famous doctors, have they ever said an easier way?"

"No……"

"Treat the forgotten memory as if it doesn't exist, who stipulates that you have to remember it."

After finishing speaking, he left, and this time he didn't even give him a chance to stop him.

Mo Junzhe could only stand there and watch her leave, his mind was in chaos.

He didn't know why.

This logic is very smooth!
Who stipulates that you have to think about it!
The man's face became more and more gloomy and ugly. God knows, if I don't want to wake up, I'll really play off!