Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

It was also a quiet night. In the spacious and luxurious master bedroom, a small dim desk lamp was lit. The curtains were only closed with the inner layer of gauze, and the moonlight and street lamps dimly shone in.

Everything is silent and silent.

Si Moli also stood at the door of the master bedroom, looking at the woman lying on her side on the big bed with her back to him.

The woman has black hair and is petite and thin.

The pictures in his mind and the pictures he saw in front of him quickly overlapped, but then separated quickly.

Si Moli's head ached.

When had he seen such a scene?

Moreover, the scene in the master bedroom took place in the Siyuan.

This is impossible.

No one has ever lived in Siyuan's master bedroom except him, and no woman has ever stayed there!

Si Moli is a germophobe. His things belong to his territory, and he hates it when others intrude without permission.

But this memory really existed in his brain.

Not just once or twice, he stood at the door of the master bedroom and looked at the back of the sleeping woman on the big bed, but many, many times, many, many nights.

My head hurts more and more.

Si Moli's grip on the door handle suddenly tightened, and veins bulged on the back of his hand.

At this moment, a very soft female voice came into his ears: "Si Moli, what are you doing standing there?"

His thoughts were instantly pulled back, and the pictures in his memory were instantly torn to pieces, leaving nothing behind and becoming blank.

Even if he wanted to recall it...he couldn't.

Before Si Moli could recover, Song Nianhe said softly: "Come in. Let's not quarrel, let's talk for a while."

She didn't hope that every time she recalled getting along with the amnesiac Si Moli, they would be quarrels and disappointments.

It’s also time to leave some warm memories.

Even if it's not beautiful, at least the two of them can be calm and harmonious.

Si Moli raised his eyes and met Song Nianhe's clear black eyes.

It's shiny, but it seems to be stained with a layer of fog.

His Adam's apple rolled, and the headache gradually dissipated, not as strong as before.

If Song Nianhe hadn't said anything, I don't know... what would have happened next.

Si Moli didn't say anything. He calmed down and returned to normal. He walked into the ward and closed the door behind his back.

Song Nianhe also sat up, half leaning on the hospital bed, putting his hands on the quilt, entwining them unconsciously, and lightly hooked his fingertips.

"Wake up." He walked to the bedside and said two words stingily.

"I haven't slept," Song Nianhe replied, "I've just been lying down."

He said nothing more.

"What were you standing at the door just now," Song Nianhe asked, "Are you looking for me, or are you not looking for me?"

"It's just that this scene... seems a bit familiar to me."

Song Nianhe's final voice was soft: "Familiar?"

"Yes." Si Moli answered truthfully and did not hide anything, "It seems that I have also looked at your back lying on your side sleeping like this many times."

As soon as he said it, Song Nianhe understood immediately.

When he and she first got married, Si Moli was busy and had just taken over the Si Group. After returning from the company, he basically stayed in the study until midnight.

Before Song Nianhe goes to bed, he will leave a small lamp in the master bedroom, which is not bright.

Then, she went to sleep in hers, not caring whether he would go to bed or when he would return to the master bedroom.