Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

But deep inside it was a desert.

It turned out that An Xianyang had forgotten everything.

No wonder, he never recognized himself, and always thought that he was helping him for free.

He really forgot so many things in the past.

"Anyway, you know my brother's thoughts best now, Mu Ying, I hope you will be happy."

An Xiaojing doesn't need to worry too much about An Xianyang's lost memory.

Now that the parties have spoken, why should I go to the bottom of it.

"Well, he's been very busy recently, and we hardly see each other very often."

Su Muying sighed.

Like someone, and love someone, and whom to marry.

None of this will be the same thing.

"My brother has such a strong sense of responsibility. It must be a matter of work for him to be so busy, but it's good that he has you in his heart."

Have it?

Su Muying dared not answer this question.

She saw An Xianyang's indifference to Ling Feiyu because An Xianyang lost his memory.

If one day, he remembered everything.

He even remembered who his first love was.

Then Ling Feiyu will be the most important woman in his heart.

And what about her?

In An Xianyang's youthful memory, he was just a passerby.

Nothing is just passing by.

Su Muying grinned, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Well, I'm leaving. You take good care of your baby at home. Your daughter will look good in the future, just like you."

The corner of Su Muying's mouth twitched.

Coming to An Xiaojing's place, I didn't feel relaxed but a little heavier.

After An Xiaojing and Su Muying had dinner together at home, Su Muying left.

It was already evening to leave.

Su Muying's mood could not be calm for a long time.

She was still thinking about what happened just now.

Think about what An Xiaojing said.

It turned out that the person really lost his memory.

The corner of Su Muying's mouth twitched, it's very ridiculous, isn't it?

At least in her opinion.

The person who has been thinking about him for so many years has actually forgotten himself.

I thought that he just regarded himself as a passerby.

Now it seems that even passers-by are not.

The car he drove, when the car drove halfway, Su Muying parked the car on the side of the road.

At that moment, I don't know why, but I couldn't stop crying.

I really cried.

The current self has grown up.

Grandma left too.

There is no home either.

And so many dreams that I had when I was a child have also become bubbles, and disappeared all of a sudden.

The rest of these naked realities, like a slap in the face, slapped myself hard.

Subverted all her three views.

And the people I liked that year.

That year, the person I liked so much, the person in my youthful memory, lost my memory.

He also lost the memory related to himself alone.

Why is this?

Originally, I thought that I and An Xianyang had experienced so many things together, so I could accept this person honestly.

But now it's different again.

Ling Feiyu appeared.

An Xianyang didn't recognize her because he lost that memory.

Once An Xianyang recovered his memory, he realized that Ling Feiyu was his first love.

Then you are nothing.

right?

In Su Muying's world, he thinks so.

She really became nothing.

Even the dream, and the person who can always be relied on in the fantasy are gone.

Outside the car window, a figure seemed to climb up.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of knocking on the car window.

Su Muying looked up.

The car window was rolled down, and the person in front of him was not someone else.

It's Lingfei language.

The woman was looking at her condescendingly now.

It seems that I have been following her here for a long, long time.

There were still many tears in Su Muying's eyes.

When I see a woman, I don't know if I should rush to dry it off.

"Yo, what's the matter, are you crying?"

Ling Feiyu's tone was full of provocation.

Looking at Su Muying, it was as if she had already expected this day.

"You know he's lost his memory?"

Su Muying looked at the woman, and felt that the woman's palace was so deep for the first time.

"Of course I know, because I made him lose his memory."

A ruthlessness rarely seen in women flashed across the corner of Ling Feiyu's eyes.

Su Muying was still sitting in the car.

Is this answer a shock?

"why?"

"Why? Do you want him to remember you in his heart? At the last level of the training camp, I saw your friendship with him and all your sacrifices. In order to save him, you sacrificed yourself Got hurt all over. Do you think I will let him remember these things?"

Ling Feiyu asked amusedly.

Su Muying shook her head, it turns out that An Xianyang is not a heartless person.

He and himself never mentioned the past, just because he lost his memory.

"Of course, you saved him, and then he started mentioning you in front of me. That's when I couldn't bear it the most."

"Take me up?"

Su Muying was a little shocked.

"He mentioned you, but you don't have to think too much. An Xianyang will mention you without knowing who you are. He told me that he was saved by a woman, and I told him that that person It was me. But it seemed too unfair to him, so I just wiped his memory."

"In other words, he also forgot about you."

"That's right, they also forgot about me."

Ling Feiyu's eyes seemed to have a trace of unpredictable emotion slipping through.

Su Muying just felt that the woman in front of her was very cruel.

Not only to others, but to herself as well.

What kind of experience made a woman treat herself like this.

"You and him have such a beautiful past, how many women yearn for it, and even these, are you willing to give up?"

Su Mu was full of doubts.

Ling Feiyu replied disapprovingly.

"Otherwise, let me live with him in a lie? There can be no stains between me and him. Therefore, sacrificing his memory is the fairest thing."

As soon as the words fell, Su Muying felt a throbbing pain in her heart.

She was not only concerned about An Xianyang's memory loss back then, but also a matter hidden here.

"How did you do it, what did you feed him?"

"Haha, how could I have forgotten, you are a person who understands poison. In front of you, any poison or antidote is just a trick."

The woman smiled.

"It's Vitiligo."

"Wildwort!"

Su Muying's expression was almost full of shock.

This woman actually used Lilywood on An Xianyang.

Once taken, the person loses recent memory.

And, it can never be recovered.

When Ling Feiyu did this, he made up his mind to make An Xianyang forget everything.