The president's wife with one child and five treasures is the favorite of the group

I do not know how long it has been.

The door of Ling Mohan's private room was opened from the outside.

The hotel manager came in from the outside, followed by four hotel waiters, each with a plate of food in their hands.

Yu Jie gave the hotel manager a wink, and the manager immediately understood.

He asked the waiter to put all the food on the table, walked to Ling Mohan's side, and reminded him: "Master Ling, the dishes are ready, please eat."

Ling Mohan glanced at him indifferently, and sat at the dining table without saying a word.

Immediately, he raised his hand, and the waiters moved in unison to lift the cover of the plate.

When his eyes touched the few dishes in front of him, Ling Mohan's face gradually became gloomy.

Yu Jie, who was standing beside him, was also taken aback.

Immediately, he grabbed the hotel manager by the collar and asked, "What do you mean? How dare you play tricks on our young master!"

The hotel manager was terrified, and explained again and again: "I'm wronged, Assistant Yu, let Master Ling taste it first, maybe..."

"What? Just this kind of thing, you still want our young master to eat, are you impatient?"

Yu Jie almost punched the hotel manager in the face.

The hotel manager's legs were shaking, begging for mercy over and over again.

Ling Mohan frowned, and waved at Yu Jie.

Seeing this, Yu Jie let go of the hotel manager's collar in dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Ling Mohan picked up the chopsticks, slowly picked up the vegetable that looked ordinary and couldn't be more ordinary on the plate in front of him, and put it into his mouth.

Yu Jie was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped: "Master, how can you eat this kind of thing!"

As the young master of the Ling family, every meal is exquisite food prepared by senior chefs, and the dishes are beautifully and carefully presented.

But the four dishes in front of the young master were extremely ordinary, and at first glance they looked like ordinary home-cooked dishes that could not be put on the table.

That's why Yu Jie was so angry just now, blaming the hotel manager for neglecting Ling Mohan.

But who knows, Ling Mohan took a sip, and his gloomy brows instantly relaxed.

He actually felt that this was a long-lost taste.

It was also the taste he had been looking for for a long time.

After eating several mouthfuls in silence, Ling Mohan put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked up at the hotel manager, and said, "Who did these?"

Just as the manager was about to speak, a woman walked in at the door.

"It's me, Master Ling."

Wearing a chef's uniform, Bai Liyue smiled lightly at Ling Mohan.

Ling Mohan's eyes froze.

It was this woman again.

He raised his hand suddenly, Yu Jie understood immediately, and quickly told the hotel manager to get everyone out of the private room.

At this moment, only Ling Mohan, Bai Liyue and Yu Jie were left in the private room.

Seeing the others leaving, Ling Mohan went straight to the point and said, "You seem to have been trying to get close to me, why?"

Bai Liyue didn't answer him directly, but approached and asked, "Master Ling, does the taste of this dish familiar?"

Her question made Ling Mohan raise his eyes.

Although he didn't answer directly, Bai Liyue had already got the answer from his eyes.

She was right. Even if Mu Jingchen forgot everything, it was impossible for him to forget his habits.

He only likes the dishes made by Bai Liyue, which is a taste that no one else can cook.

Bai Liyue's eyes turned red, she glanced at Yu Jie beside Ling Mohan, and said, "Master Ling, can I have a few words with you alone?"

Ling Mohan frowned deeply, but did not directly refuse.

Yu Jie walked to Ling Mohan's side and reminded: "Master, this woman approached you again and again, and she might have some ulterior motives, you can't..."

"go out."

Before Yu Jie could finish speaking, he was stopped by Ling Mohan's indifferent voice.

He immediately shut his mouth and walked out of the room reluctantly.

In the room, it was immediately eerily quiet.

Bai Liyue stared at Ling Mohan closely, this was the first time she was alone with him in more than a month.

At this moment, she had the urge to rush forward and hug him.

Ling Mohan saw Bai Liyue staring at him all the time, that slightly sad gaze made his heart ache.

But for this woman, his mind was blank.

"Miss Bai, what do you want to say to me alone?"

Ling Mohan looked at her coldly and strangely, and Bai Liyue's heart surged with emotion.

She bit her lip lightly, stepped forward, and threw herself into his arms: "I want to tell you, you are not Ling Mohan, you are Mu Jingchen, and you are my husband!"

Her trembling words fell into Ling Mohan's ears.

Ling Mohan lowered his eyes, looking at the sobbing woman tightly hugging his waist in her arms, her heart felt as if blocked by a boulder, extremely uncomfortable.

Ling Mohan didn't know why he felt this way.

He has searched for this woman in his mind many times, but he can conclude that he doesn't know her.

At this moment, he did not push Bai Liyue away, but said in a low voice: "Miss Bai, I have told you many times, you have misidentified the person."

"I'm not mistaken."

Bai Liyue got up gradually from his arms, her eyes were already moist.

She stared blankly at Ling Mohan, the silver-white mask on his face was particularly glaring.

Bai Liyue slowly raised her hand, and lifted off the mask on his face.

The skin covered by his mask is a large burn scar, reddish-brown in color, which looks shocking.

Bai Liyue's tears rolled down, feeling extremely distressed.

That's right, she never admitted her mistake, this is Mu Jingchen.

She reached out and tried to touch the scar on his face.

The next moment, Ling Mohan quickly dodged it.

Ling Mohan snatched the silver-white mask from her hand and put it back on his face.

He looked at Bai Liyue and said coldly: "Miss Bai, respect yourself."

Seeing such a big reaction from him, Bai Liyue calmed down.

"I know you don't know me now, but haven't you ever wondered why you look so much like Mu Jingchen from S City?"

Ling Mohan turned his head away, and said coldly: "It's not surprising that there are people with similar looks in the world."

Bai Liyue took a deep breath and didn't continue to dwell on this issue.

After all, there are indeed many people who look alike.

"Okay, even if that's the case, let me ask you, have you been injured before, and you can't remember the past when you wake up?"

Regarding Bai Liyue's question, Ling Mohan's eyes were complicated and he didn't reply.

Bai Liyue continued: "Don't tell me you haven't doubted your own past, maybe you are not Ling Mohan?"

Regarding this, Ling Mohan suddenly curled his lips into a chuckle, and replied: "Miss Bai, did you misunderstand?

I was indeed injured before, but who said I don't remember the past? "

Bai Liyue looked at him fixedly, and said in surprise: "Do you remember what happened to you before?"

"Of course, I clearly remember that I am Ling Mohan."

Bai Liyue froze in place, but was suddenly at a loss.

how can that be possible?

He was clearly Mu Jingchen, how could he remember that he was Ling Mohan before?