The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

"Why is he waiting for me? Why do I think he will wait for me?"

Covering his mouth, Han Mo questioned himself, from surprise to chills down his spine.

"Am I crazy?"

Han Mo scolded himself in a panic, but somehow felt uncoordinated.

Han Mo blankly touched his chest, and stood there in a daze.

"It must have something to do with that dream."

Han Mo held his forehead with a headache, and his face was irritated.

About a few years ago, Han Mo kept repeating a dream. In the dream, there was a man whose face could not be seen clearly. He always ran towards him in a panic, yelling something with a pale face. Painful and heart-piercing.

Every time Han Mo wanted to desperately grab that person's hand and ask who that person was, but the raised hand was always blood red, and his head hurt so badly that he woke up soon after.

Overwhelmed with fright, he gasped and sat up from the bed, turned on the light immediately, and then quickly checked where he was, and he was relieved to be sure that he was just dreaming.

It was clearly a dream, but the pain was so real that Han Mo wondered if those things happened for real, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.

Once he forced himself to recall, but his head hurt so badly that he passed out on the spot.

"It's really annoying."

Han Mo, who was holding his forehead, was a little irritable. He even burned incense and worshiped Buddha for that kind of dream. Although he was not superstitious, he had to do so.

But no matter what method he used, he couldn't delete that dream. It had been haunting him for five years.

Moreover, he will have new dreams recently, the absurd thing is that in the dream he is having trouble with a man he doesn't know and can't see his face clearly, as if he is still in a dark basement.

At first, Han Mo thought that he was just having a dream that most people would have, after all, he was no longer a child.

But the strange thing is that the man in the first dream and the second dream seemed to be the same person, when he wanted to turn around to look at that person's face, he couldn't see it clearly, so he could only bite his lip to endure that person's overbearing.

Thinking of these things, Han Mo blushed immediately, and covered his mouth with his hands again.

He looked around in a panic, but fortunately there was no one around, and everyone was in the hall and courtyard.

Han Mo's face became more and more red, and he touched his neck unconsciously, as if the breath was still on it.

"I'm not really bewitched!"

Han Mo had to be suspicious, it was too weird.

"Or did I run into something dirty when I was studying abroad?"

Han Mo thought about it carefully, but there was no clue.

The only thing that puzzled him was that he was injured when he was studying abroad, and he had to recuperate for more than a year before he got better.

But he didn't remember exactly how he was injured. The housekeeper who had been with him since he was a child only said that he was in a car accident and was hit by a car for several meters. His body suffered multiple fractures and hit his head, so he remained unconscious.

Could it be that that dream has something to do with that year or so?

"No, it's impossible, the housekeeper can't lie to me."

Han Mo squeezed his eyebrows and sighed, denying his guess, but recently those dreams have become more and more frequent, making him sleepless at night.

"It's really weird."

Han Mo was irritable and furious, and Ji Cheng kept staring at him, which made him even more exhausted.

"If he wants to look at me like that again later, I'll just give him a slap." Han Mo muttered angrily, frowning.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to hate it."

It was only after Han Mo's superior words fell that Ji Cheng's voice sounded from behind.

Han Mo was taken aback, and turned around in a panic, Ji Cheng's tall body was already in front of him.

Han Mo wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in, so he quickly covered his forehead with his hands, feeling extremely embarrassed.

It's not a ghost, why is it walking without making a sound!

Han Mo complained.

"If you don't like it, you can just say so."

Ji Cheng didn't seem to see Han Mo's embarrassment, he looked down at the petite Han Mo and said.

"Nobody likes being stared at like that."

Now that Han Mo has been stabbed, he is not polite, and he raised his head and said seriously to Ji Cheng, and because he raised his head and met his eyes, Ji Cheng's eyes with a little sadness fell into his eyes.

Why are you looking at me like this?

Han Mo really wanted to ask, but he was afraid that he was too worried about Ji Cheng and didn't mean anything.

Han Mo just felt so tired. After meeting Ji Cheng, he felt bad all over.

"Feel sorry."

Ji Cheng bowed his head towards Han Mo, with a sincere attitude.

Han Mo was a little flustered, and quickly looked around. It would be fine if someone saw this.

Fortunately, the birthday song is played in the hall now, and the cake should already be cutting, so no one comes here, otherwise I don’t know what rumors will spread.

"You are really... I don't know whether to say you are easy to get along with or not easy to get along with."

Han Mo held his forehead helplessly, and then looked up at Ji Cheng. Ji Cheng also happened to look at Han Mo, and their eyes met again.

Suddenly a picture entered Han Mo's mind, the man stroked the mole on his lower lip with his big hand, and looked at him with burning eyes.

Han Mo covered his mouth with his eyes wide open, because he vaguely felt that the person looked very similar to Ji Cheng.

What is this... this memory?