Wife lost memory before divorce gl

Half a minute ago, Zhuo Weilan still had some ideas, took Mo Shuang upstairs and then went to the guest room.

Ten seconds ago, Zhuo Weilan was pushed onto the soft bed, fell into the soft quilt, was rubbed against the tip of her nose, her thoughts were confused, she stared blankly at Mo Shuang not knowing what to do.

What was Mo Shuang like before?

Zhuo Weilan couldn't answer, all she knew was that this scene seemed familiar.

A while ago, Mo Shuang was reading a book and ignoring others, and then got under the quilt to touch her, and kissed her tight lips little by little; Mo Shuang just said that it is not good to eat cake at night, and looked at her persistently Walking downstairs, the next moment suddenly appeared behind her, hugged her by the waist, and licked off the cream on her fingertips in a panic.

After amnesia, Mo Shuang can also play, just now she was still aggrieved and bowed her head to admit her mistake, and in a blink of an eye she held her close and talked.

"I..." Zhuo Weilan stammered, tensed her body and did not dare to move, for fear that the lips of the two who were close to each other would stick together just like that, she answered in a small and weak voice, "I don't know."

Mo Shuang chuckled and asked the next question.

"Why don't you close your eyes like you did at noon?"

Zhuo Weilan froze for a moment, pursed her lips and filtered out the memories of noon in her chaotic thoughts - oh, during the lunch break at noon, Mo Shuang came to her, begged for a kiss in a box of a coffee shop, and finally just touched the palm of her hand.

At that time, she was vaguely expecting, her eyes were closed and her heart was beating fast.

Now she...

The light in the room was orange, it was too warm and cozy, and the voice beside her ears was too attractive. Mo Shuang's hand on the wrist slowly moved upwards, moved and clenched, fingers interlocking.

Everything is just right, soft and ambiguous.

Zhuo Weilan was already in a mess, but was bewildered by Mo Shuangyi, she unconsciously closed her eyes after listening to the words, felt the sound of her breathing becoming clearer in her ears, the kiss passed between her eyebrows, slowly moved away, and brushed against the corners of her lips After a pause, he sucked very lightly.The breath she held was so relaxed, she opened her mouth slightly, hugged her neck tightly and raised her head to meet him.

Mo Shuang's initiative seemed to be spent on the bed, and then slowly, as if lazily seductive, or...

"Ouch." Zhuo Weilan didn't have time to think about it, she was startled by the sudden pain, she opened her eyes and stared over, "You've crushed my hair."

Mo Shuang panicked, her aggressive look disappeared in a second, she sat up and wanted to reach out to look at her, but she didn't know where to put her hand, "I'm sorry."

Zhuo Weilan stroked the painful place, and silently completed the words in her heart just now.

Also like an inexperienced, clumsy and jerky fool.

In the past, Mo Shuang had never had long hair, nor had she shared a bed with another woman other than her, but she had the patience to observe and pay attention to details when she got along with her for a long time. Kissing Cengceng helped to brush her hair, turned around to face each other, and naturally got entangled together, and would never make such a weird mistake of pressing her hair together for the sake of the bed.

Before the amnesia, there were five years of married life to make a foundation, after the amnesia...

Zhuo Weilan glanced at Mo Shuang who silently retreated to the side.

She lowered her head and looked down, her hands were clenched tightly and there was nowhere to put her, as if she was bending over and trying to shrink herself into the cracks in the ground.

Capitalize Frustration.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." She relented.

Mo Shuang still couldn't cheer up, she fell back on the bed covering her face, her voice leaked out from between her fingers, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

For some reason, Zhuo Weilan felt that the lying face covering her face was fresh and fun, so she moved over with interest, met Mo Shuang's eyes carefully peeking through the gap, and smiled, "I said it's okay. "

Mo Shuang put down her hands, blinked and asked, "But, you think I'm nothing like before."

Zhuo Weilan thought for a moment, then said conservatively, "There are many differences."

"for example?"

"It won't be so clingy, and it won't be so easy to talk to." Zhuo Weilan looked at Mo Shuang's slightly flushed cheeks and chuckled, "I seldom blush."

After the embarrassing incident, Mo Shuang didn't hesitate anymore, touched her cheek, felt the slightly hot temperature and smiled, with a silly expression on her face, "I don't blush often now, it was too embarrassing just now, after being married for so long , and it will press my wife's hair."

Zhuo Weilan was used to seeing Mo Shuang's unhurried handling of mistakes. This was the first time she saw her indifferent wife admitting her embarrassment so generously. Suddenly, she felt that it was worth the pain. Following Lehe, she patted the side of the bed and said, " Alright, let's turn the page, let's go down to eat."

As soon as Mo Shuang was acting cute, she reached out to her, "Weilan, give me a pull."

There is no cure for Zhuo Weilan's problem of eating soft but not hard, grabbing Mo Shuang's hand, thinking that it doesn't matter if it's a little effort.

She didn't expect that Mo Shuang really waited for her to procrastinate.

"Ouch." Zhuo Weilan's center of gravity was unstable, and she couldn't pull Mo Shuang back, instead she fell over by herself.

Mo Shuang raised her hand to help her, but she still looked at him innocently, "It's all right."

Zhuo Weilan snorted, pressed on purposely, pretending to be fierce, "Are you still in the mood to ask?"

Mo Shuang behaved well and was scolded.

They were playing around, Zhuo's mother opened the door of the room, "Weilan, why did you bring Shuangshuang to the guest room..."

Hearing the sound, Zhuo Weilan came back to her senses, turned over and sat up in seconds, straightened her messy hair and said, "Mom, I..."

"Okay." Zhuo's mother glanced at Mo Shuang who sat up slowly, smiled meaningfully, and said helplessly, "Weilan, it's time to eat and you're still making trouble, clean up and go downstairs."

Zhuo Weilan wanted to cry.

How did it become her fault?

-

After dinner, Zhuo Weilan and Mo Shuang sat in the living room chatting with their elders, reporting good news but not bad news, and didn't mention the terrorist act of their cousin smashing the car at all.

But the world doesn't revolve around them.

"This evening, a speeding vehicle appeared on XX Road. In order to get rid of the police car, the car broke through the fence of a construction site and fled. Fortunately, no one was injured."

Zhuo Weilan heard the familiar road name, stopped eating fruit, and stared blankly at the evening news that was being broadcast on TV.

What was displayed on the screen was a surveillance image, which was not clear enough to overlook the road, but it captured the car's appearance and driving path clearly.

When she saw it, she immediately recognized that it was Mo Qinhai's car, frowned, and turned to look at Mo Shuang.

Mo Shuang didn't pay attention to the news on the TV, pinched his mobile phone and said in a low voice, "Let's go upstairs to talk."

Zhuo Weilan nodded, turned around and said, "Dad, Mom, let's go upstairs to pack things."

"We live in the guest room together, is the bed big enough?" Zhuo's mother asked with concern.

Zhuo Weilan coughed lightly, "Mom, let's sleep separately."

Zhuo's mother suddenly became anxious, put down the fruit fork and sat up, and asked seriously, "Why?"

Facing her mother's questioning, Zhuo Weilan wasn't in a hurry, and said, "Many young people now sleep separately when they get married, so they can guarantee the quality of their sleep."

As early as when she was preparing for the divorce, she had already planned to fool her parents - don't tell the truth first, after completing the formalities, everything is settled, and then she will inform the divorce that has become a fact.

Mom and Dad love her so much, even if they are extremely angry, they can at most swear a few words, show some face, and then calm down. Seeing that she is doing well after divorce, they will probably understand.

Zhuo Weilan thought about it for a long time, and prepared answers to all the questions that her parents might ask about Mo Shuang. Now her mother asked about sleeping in separate rooms. It's so easy to explain.

She thought she was thinking about it cleverly, but she missed a key point.

Mo Shuang's will.

Mother half-believed what she said, and was only bluffed for two seconds. When she turned her head and saw Mo Shuang's dejected expression, she immediately became unhappy, "There's no such reason."

"Yes." Zhuo's father, who had been silent all this time, said, "I saw the news a few days ago..."

Zhuo Weilan nodded desperately to get support.

But Zhuo's father couldn't go on, and Zhuo's mother gave him a blank stare, and he was wilted.

Zhuo Weilan didn't expect that there was such a big gap between reality and ideal, so she was also timid, silently shutting her mouth and thinking about what to do.

Fortunately, although Mo Shuang was unhappy, he would still try his best to smooth things over.

"Mom, you misunderstood. Weilan is thinking about me. She wants to change the design at night, so she wants me to rest in the guest room." After Mo Shuang finished speaking, she raised a gentle smile and held Zhuo Weilan until she was nervous. The fisted hand said thoughtfully.

Finding the steps, Zhuo Weilan nodded quickly, and immediately said, "Yes, I'm going to change the design tonight."

Zhuo's mother didn't care so much, she rolled her eyes, "How many times have I said, go to bed early, don't stay up late!"

Zhuo Weilan was speechless.

"Shuangshuang, you supervise her," Zhuo's mother cared more about her daughter's health than the harmony between her husband and wife, and specially told her, "Don't let her go to bed too late."

Mo Shuang was obedient in front of her, and even more obedient and docile in front of her elders, "Okay."

Zhuo Weilan couldn't say anything, went upstairs with Mo Shuang, dragged the suitcase from the guest room to her own room, closed the door and explained, "Just sleep, nothing else."

Mo Shuang said something else, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"Mo Qinhai didn't catch it." Mo Shuang was worried, "It's better to ask for a few days off."

When Zhuo Weilan heard Mo Qinhai's name, she immediately remembered the terrifying scene of the shovel beating the car window, and trembled, "You mean...he might come to me?"

Mo Shuang sighed, "Be careful."

If there is no girlfriend, Zhuo Weilan can agree. Anyway, asking for leave and deducting salary is a trivial matter for her, and she is confident that she will not be fired.

But when she thought of Tan Shaoshi and remembered that subdued message, she felt that just asking for leave and going home like this meant abandoning her comrades in arms.

"I'll make a call." Zhuo Weilan didn't want to think about it, and planned to call her best friend directly to explain the situation.

Seeing her troubled, Mo Shuang said softly, "If you want to go to work, I will accompany you."

"No, you are much more dangerous than me." Zhuo Weilan was hesitant at first, but considering that she would have a classmate Mo as a follower at work, she immediately became firm, "I'll call to find out the situation, and if I can ask for leave, I will wait. Go."

She hurriedly went to the window to make a phone call, and saw Mo Shuang unpacking the suitcase on the way, she didn't think much, and tried her best to get through to her best friend.

Tan Shaoshi never answered.

Zhuo Weilan looked at the time, nine o'clock was still early, suspected that her best friend was out again, so she called the director instead.

It doesn't work either.

Zhuo Weilan was helpless, thinking that it would be more confident to type after finishing the work, so she sat down at the computer desk and turned it on.

"Weilan? Do you want to work?" Seeing this, Mo Shuang leaned over and asked.

Zhuo Weilan nodded, "It's more confident to ask for leave after changing the picture."

"Oh, I'm going to take a shower first?"

Zhuo Weilan responded perfunctorily, calm on the surface, still anxious about her long-lost sober bedmate, and quietly observed while Mo Shuang was packing her clothes—Mo Shuang was wearing conservative navy blue pajamas, the bed was big enough, Roll around each other twice to meet.

Shouldn't this be ambiguous?

Zhuo Weilan calmed down and carefully changed the picture, only turning her head when she heard the sound of Mo Shuang walking out of the bathroom door.

She took a casual look and found that she was too naive.

Mo Shuang's pajamas are conservative, long-sleeved trousers, the color is opaque, the buttons are fastened one by one, and the chain bones are not visible.

but……

Wetted in water, close to the skin.

☆, care

Zhuo Weilan laughed at Mo Shuang's flat front and back.

Mo Shuang is thin and tall, and he wears baggy clothes specially. When the wind blows, his lines look like poles. Not to mention his weak momentum, he looks a bit like a poor little boy who can't eat enough.

Of course, this kind of joke was made after dating. Mo Shuang was skinny and shameless. He rubbed her from top to bottom, whispered some teasing words in her ear, "I just can't eat enough, feed me."

At that time, Zhuo Weilan didn't know enough, so she blushed and pushed, "Go away, go away, it's too uncomfortable to have broken bones."

Instead, Mo Shuang hugged her tighter, and imitated her tone and said, "No way, no way, it's so comfortable to hug so soft."

Later, they lived together, and Mo Shuang was in charge of eating the food after her picky eater. She gradually gained some flesh, and the lines of her face became thinner with age. When I first saw it, it was a fluffy shadow that smelled like sunshine.

Zhuo Weilan felt very sorry for a while.

To this day, she saw Mo Shuang in her pajamas, with her freshly washed hair sticking up in a mess, wet and steamy, water would drip out when she twisted it, and the dizzy water stains made the thin clothes Close to the body, the line is slender, but it is also a bit feminine.

Zhuo Weilan hadn't looked closely at Mo Shuang's casual appearance in pajamas for a long time, and her gaze was around the neckline and she couldn't move away.

Mo Shuang stopped to let her look, raised his eyes and smiled, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, the pupils were watery, harmless to humans and animals.

In a daze, Zhuo Weilan seemed to be back in the past, and once again saw that nervous classmate Mo Shuang who was soaking in the sun, smiling brightly in the sun, clearing his throat to calm his voice, and asking her for contact information in a serious manner.

Zhuo Weilan felt that Mo Shuang's appearance was more alluring than the half-exposed collar of Mo Shuang patting the bedside and smiling at her.

"Cough." She couldn't control the burning of her cheeks, and forced herself to look away, "Hurry up and get dressed, it's cold at night, and I catch a cold easily."

Mo Shuang was disobedient, so she leaned over and complained pitifully, "The shower head dripped and wet the clothes..."

"Change one." Zhuo Weilan smelled the scent of shower gel wafting over, and then caught a glimpse of Mo Shuang covered in a pale pink bath towel, her heart skipped a beat, and she took the initiative to help find clothes.

She doesn't go back to her mother's house often, but her mother prepares her favorite things in the room, such as fresh rose-scented shower gel, light pink, not greasy but very warm light pink bath towel, with a cute little heart at the four corners, which is pleasant to hold. Comfortable texture.

Now, her most memorable Mo Shuang exudes a favorite smell and wears a soft and cute bath towel.

The lethality is too great.

Zhuo Weilan was moved, but she kept in mind that she had handed over the divorce agreement and said that she was only sleeping, so she didn't dare to look directly at her, instead of her usual lip service style, she searched for another pajamas in the suitcase.

The suitcases were well packed, sorted into categories, and packed in storage bags. Mo Shuang only opened the bags for underwear and pajamas, and the rest were neatly piled up there.

Zhuo Weilan's frizzy temperament settled down with the neat arrangement in front of her eyes. After scanning around, she carefully stretched out her hand after confirming the target, and found another old-fashioned brown thick pajamas, "Hurry up and change, don't catch a cold."

"Thank you Weilan." Mo Shuang thanked her, stepped on her slippers and went back to the bathroom to change, pattering happily.

Zhuo Weilan watched him off, and made up the tail of the little bear's pajamas on the back of Mo Shuang's brain last time, a little regretful: I should go home to collect the clothes.

When the door was closed, she patted her head to stop her wild thoughts, stared at the somewhat messed up suitcase for a moment, and suddenly realized something quite commemorative——Mo Shuang was standing by the side just now, asking her to help Looking for clothes.

This was something that didn't exist before.

After dating for half a year, Mo Shuang and Zhuo Weilan couldn't stand the misery of meeting each other during their busy classes, so they moved out of their home and found an apartment to live together.They came out for the sake of a two-person world. They want to get tired of being together. Of course, they don't want to let the housekeeping aunt come too many times to spoil the atmosphere. They have to learn to do a little housework.

She is very lazy, no matter how messy the house is, as long as she can eat and sleep, she likes to pile up the laundry and collection until the aunt comes.Mo Shuang has relatively high requirements, so she naturally takes care of the easy daily housework. When she is exaggerated, she doesn't even need to get out of bed, feed her food, and treat her like a person with no hands or feet.

Zhuo Weilan was so spoiled.

She struggled to fold the clothes, adjusting the edges of the folds little by little. When she wanted to tuck it back, she felt that it was unnecessary, so she turned and walked to the cloakroom, and found an empty place for Mo Shuang to put it away.

Compared with the residence provided by Mo's father, Zhuo Weilan prefers home. Among other things, as for the computer prepared for design work, she is used to it, and she may not be inspired to change it.

That being the case, she decided to roll up her sleeves to help Mo Shuang tidy her clothes as she had told her mother.

"Wei Lan?" Mo Shuang couldn't find her where she was when she left the bathroom, so she immediately came over, "What are you doing?"

Zhuo Weilan pointed at the clothes she had tidied up, frightened, "Look, I did it!"

Mo Shuang was very face-saving, smiled and praised, "It's amazing."

"I think so too." Zhuo Weilan stroked the folded clothes happily, and said her decision, "The clothes are all tidied up, so let's just live here and move back when it's safe."

Mo Shuang agreed without hesitation, "Okay."

"Hey?" This indulgent look was exactly the same as before amnesia, Zhuo Weilan kept an eye out and asked a little more, "Do you not mind? My parents are here."

"I don't mind, Mom and Dad are very nice."

People before and after, before amnesia and after amnesia, their mouths are sweet when they mention father-in-law and mother-in-law.

"Sure enough it hasn't changed." Zhuo Weilan said helplessly, "I take it seriously."

Mo Shuang nodded with a smile, and put her hands together to collect the clothes. After putting them away, she didn't bother to sit back in front of the computer. She turned around and sat on the pink quilt, and said softly, "Your room is so beautiful."

Zhuo Weilan turned around and saw an excited face, feeling something was wrong, "Did you stay to live in my room?"

"No." Mo Shuang turned to look at her, eyes still shining brightly, "As long as you are here, it's the same everywhere."

Zhuo Weilan felt goosebumps all over her body, pursed her lips and complained, "Suddenly being so good at coaxing people..."

"Didn't I know how to coax people before?"

Thinking of the greasy memories of being able to move his hands but not speak, Zhuo Weilan was inconvenient to say, so he nodded vigorously and said nonsense, "Yes."

"Oh." Mo Shuang took it seriously, stared at her and promised, "I will work hard in the future."

Just seeing each other's eyes, Zhuo Weilan felt numb, shivering and turned back to the screen to force herself to work.

However, her design was about love. When she saw the girl's heart-filled pink on the screen, she couldn't calm down at all, and then picked up her mobile phone to call her best friend.

This time, Tan Shaoshi picked it up, with the sound of booming music in the background.

"Shaoshi?" Zhuo Weilan was worried, "Where are you?"

"Is there a party outside, what's the matter?" Tan Shaoshi's tone was calm and she spoke clearly, she didn't look like she was drunk.

Zhuo Weilan made a long story short, "Something happened at home, so I have to ask for leave for a few days."

"I know, it's on the news."

Zhuo Weilan was surprised, "Did you recognize it?"

"Mo Qinhai often flaunts his wealth on Weibo, and many people know that the car belongs to him."

"Really." Zhuo Weilan sighed, "Anyway, it's not convenient for me to go to work now, and I have to take a few days off. How is your talk with the director?"

"Don't worry about me, try to go out as little as possible, and submit your manuscript online. Mo Qinhai bumped into the fence this time, and may bump into someone next time."

"Okay, you can do it too."

After getting rid of her best friend, Zhuo Weilan called the director to ask for leave.Yu Zhi would be partial to her both in public and in private, so she agreed, and explained some deadlines and attendance rules for online meetings, so that she could have a good rest.

After everything was settled, Zhuo Weilan hung up the phone, thought for a moment, turned around and said to Mo Shuang, "By the way, I heard that Mo Qinhai often flaunts his wealth on Weibo, and some people can recognize whose car is on the news. It's going to spread."

Mo Shuang was patting the love pillow on the bed, not paying attention, "What will happen then?"

Zhuo Weilan took a look and knew that Mo Shuang was still in the 18-year-old world, indifferent to the X Group, at most worried about his cousin being convicted and imprisoned, and being scolded by his father.

She didn't understand these things before, but she learned a little bit after Mo Shuang's mother's elopement-putting it in an ordinary family, but she ran away with a wife and lost face, and placed it in Mo's house, the head of the family Mo Jinhao was worried It is the source of the cash that was stolen, and whether the wife of Jiefa has something in her hands, and whether it can affect the company. The pain of being betrayed is relatively light in comparison.

Now, the one who caused the trouble was Mo Qinhai, a young man who held an important position in the company.

"Talk to Dad." Zhuo Weilan also had a vague understanding of the Mo family's business, so she put it in an easy-to-understand way, "Dad loves face very much."

Mo Shuang was very obedient, and picked up the phone on the bedside table to send a message to Dad.

Zhuo Weilan just got the time limit from her boss, so she was not in a hurry to stay up late to revise the manuscript, so she turned off the computer and went to wash up.She learned the lesson of Mo Shuang's clothes getting wet, put on her bathrobe first, and then went to the drier cloakroom to change.

She was preoccupied with her work, and when she settled down, she realized that Mo Shuang, who was sitting by the bed, was holding her cell phone silently.

"What's wrong? Something happened?"

When Mo Shuang heard the question, she immediately answered, "Mo Qinhai has caught it. Dad asked us to go home tomorrow."

"Caught it?" Zhuo Weilan's first reaction was to be happy, and she patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief, "The police are really efficient...you don't have to worry, just go home when you go home. What are you afraid of if you haven't made a mistake?"

Mo Shuang said helplessly, "Listen to me."

"what?"

"Father has approached the person in charge of the construction site and told them not to pursue responsibility, and find a way to pay a deposit to let Mo Qinhai go home."

Zhuo Weilan was stunned, "It means...he has come out, we can see him tomorrow?"

"Hmm." Mo Shuang's expression was heavy, "I listened to what my father said, if Mo Qinhai apologized to us, the matter would be wiped out. For the sake of our loved ones, we shouldn't care about it."

Zhuo Weilan was not convinced, "How can that be done! He smashed the car with a shovel, it might kill us!"

Mo Shuang rubbed the center of her brows, "Yes, I don't think we can just let it go, but Dad's tone is very strong..."

Seeing Mo Shuang frowning and pursing her lips in worry, Zhuo Weilan's thoughts suddenly returned to three years ago.

After Mo's mother eloped, Mo's father took his daughter to take a paternity test. The result was obtained, and the relationship between father and daughter was confirmed, but he couldn't erase the cruelty at the graduation ceremony, and the relationship with Mo Shuang was once tense.

After listening to the order to go home, Mo Shuang didn't feel that it was going to see her father, but felt like going to a trial, and she was equally uneasy.

However, at that time, Mo Shuang had her own ideas, no matter how scared or worried she was, she never showed it to her.

Zhuo Weilan remembered that she was like a little follower with no idea, unable to say a word of encouragement before entering the door, and had to ask Mo Shuang to shake hands and coax, "Don't be afraid, it's okay".

A similar scene reappeared.

Her heart moved, she decided to be brave, grabbed Mo Shuang's hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you!"

Mo Shuang smiled, "Okay, go to bed early."

Zhuo Weilan didn't think much about it, she lifted the quilt and went to bed, and when she lay down, she found that the sound of her breathing was a little close, she turned her head suddenly, "The bed is so big, why are you squeezing in here?"

"I'm going home tomorrow." Mo Shuang lowered her head and hid her face in the quilt, crying in a vague voice, "I'm so scared."

Zhuo Weilan's heart twitched, she subconsciously raised her hand and patted, "Don't be afraid."

Mo Shuang didn't answer, and turned to get closer.

Zhuo Weilan wanted to push it away before it was too late, thinking that the "I'll accompany you" that she said could also be applied to sleeping, she gritted her teeth and turned off the light, scolding Mo Shuang in her heart.

shameless.

The author has something to say: Mo Shuang: My wife said she would accompany me_(:3」∠)_

☆, negotiation

Zhuo Weilan clearly remembered that three years ago, when Mo Shuang came home to negotiate, she didn't put on any makeup, her complexion was pale, she was wearing thin clothes and stood at the door of the house, with her messy hair brushing her thin cheeks, she was very bleak.

After getting the result of the paternity test, Dad knew that Mo Shuang was his daughter, but he just couldn't let go of face and was angry because of the face that resembled his mother.Seeing that blood is thicker than water, he couldn't keep his face sullen for too long, so he asked them to come in and sit in a few minutes.

After so many years, Mo's father must have calmed down a lot, and the preferential treatment in terms of power and money in the company is not only trying to prove that Mo Shuang is his daughter, but also a debt to ruining the graduation ceremony that year.

Mo Shuang is her own daughter, which Mo Qinhai can't compare to.

"Listen to me!" Zhuo Weilan clamped Mo Shuang's hair on Mo Shuang's forehead with clips to ensure that the band-aid was exposed, "Dad will definitely soften his heart when he sees it!"

Mo Shuang said sullenly, "I know, but it's too ugly to clip."

"Why is it ugly? I specially picked the best clip for you, the one studded with diamonds."

Mo Shuang glanced at the mirror and said unwillingly, "I'm not worthy."

"That's right, use a hair clip that is all set with diamonds, it looks like we have a good life." Zhuo Weilan took off the clip, "Then you can hook your hair behind your ears whenever you have time, so that Dad feels that you are weak and pitiful." And helpless..."

Mo Shuang was helpless, "Weilan, we went home to have a good talk, not to act."

"Oh, are you stupid? If we don't act, Mo Qinhai's acting is so good! To be able to go home after getting into such a big disaster, he must have acted in a bitter scene, crying for daddy with snot and tears." Woolen cloth."

"Really." Mo Shuang was thoughtful.

Zhuo Weilan saw that Mo Shuang started to think about it, and she also started to think about what kind of foundation looked bad.

Last night they rested early, Mo Shuang lay down early to get sleepy, moved over in the middle of the night, hugged her and slept comfortably all night, her complexion was rosy and shiny, her face was full of joy when she smiled, there was no pity at all look.

Zhuo Weilan didn't think about makeup, Mo Shuang already had an idea, and looked up at her, "Weilan, you cry easily, squeeze a few tears."

"What's the use of me crying." Zhuo Weilan was annoyed, "I'm not Mo Jinhao's own."

Mo Shuang was sad, "Could it be useful for me to cry?"

"What do you think."

Mo Shuang pursed her lips, and it really started to brew.

Zhuo Weilan wanted to laugh, thinking that if Mo Shuang really had a crying scene, the makeup effect would not be good, so she put down the makeup on hand and planned to dress herself up.

As soon as she moved her footsteps, Mo Shuang noticed it, and clenched her arms tightly and begged, "Wei Lan~"

"Huh?" Zhuo Weilan was stabbed in the heart by this soft call, and let the person in front of her hug her waist, "What's the matter?"

Mo Shuang raised her head, her eye sockets were really red, and the appearance of not being able to squeeze out a big tear actually had the effect of forbearance, "I feel uncomfortable."

Zhuo Weilan almost thought she saw Mo Shuang who wanted to cry three years ago but dared not cry.

She forgot the acting explanation, forgot that Mo Shuang was just practicing now, bent over and hugged her, her voice trembling and her nose was sore, she almost cried before Mo Shuang, "I know, I know..."

Mo Shuang benefited from the soft embrace, buried her face, and fell silent.

Zhuo Weilan felt something was wrong from the shameless rubbish, and pushed Mo Shuang away, only to see the corners of her lips smiling faintly and bright eyes, without red eye sockets, let alone tears about to shed.

"Change clothes, let's go." Zhuo Weilan put on a serious face, she had a deep understanding that it is not good to lie to others, so she didn't want to deal with these fake things with Mo Shuang.

Mo Shuang knew how to stop when enough was enough, took advantage of it, and followed cautiously, not daring to speak too much.

Lao Zhang came to pick them up and handed over the agreed vehicle damage assessment.

Zhuo Weilan took a look, and couldn't help but clicked her tongue, "It's almost the same damage as the previous car accident."

She used an exaggerated statement without much thought, but Mo Shuang didn't respond, she silently turned over the page with the picture, and carefully looked at the shovel used for the murder.

"I'm sorry." Zhuo Weilan saw that Mo Shuang frowned, and realized that she had said something wrong, "I shouldn't compare it with a car accident."

Mo Shuang shook her head, "I'm not thinking about that."

"That is……"

"Don't you think this shovel is a bit strange?" Mo Shuang said, "It's unlikely that Mo Qinhai brought a shovel to commit murder, right? The gardener at home will take away the tools every time, yesterday was Monday, and it has been three days since the last time I took care of it, even if it is not taken away, it will be put away, and it will not be placed in an easy-to-find place."

Zhuo Weilan didn't care much about hiring people, and Mo Shuang arranged it all. Because she was going to work, she didn't even know when the gardener would come to take care of it, so she was confused, "Really, I didn't pay attention. .”

"It might have been taken by someone else." Mo Shuang came to a conclusion.

Zhuo Weilan heard the accent of "others", and reacted, "Oh! For the sake of our relatives, we can ignore Mo Qinhai smashing the car, but if someone sues him for trespassing, it is not easy to control .”

Mo Shuang smiled and nodded, "Yes, Wei Lan is really smart."

"You're the smart one who discovered it." Zhuo Weilan took the report, looked at the ordinary-looking shovel in the picture, and pointed to a certain bluish-black mass on the pole, "Hey, I seem to have seen this shovel Ugly stuff."

"is it?"

"Well, I'm engaged in design work, and I'm more interested in such suspected symbols. Let me think about where I saw it..."

Mo Shuang waited calmly.

"Grandpa Lou's house!" Zhuo Weilan thought about it, and laughed, "If it was really found out from Grandpa Lou's house, Mo Qinhai is doomed, and that old man has a very bad temper, so he will definitely get to the bottom of it. "

Mo Shuang carefully wrote down what she said, "Is it the second one from the east?"

"Yes." Zhuo Weilan leaned over to the memo on the screen.

She was bored and didn't expect to see something unexpected.

In the previous line, the 12 words emphasized in bold and red.

"Don't press your hair, don't press your hair, don't press your hair."

Say the important thing three times.

Zhuo Weilan couldn't help laughing, Mo Shuang heard the laughter, cut away the operation interface belatedly, and said calmly, "The doctor said, in order to restore memory as soon as possible, it is best to memorize all the details. remember."

"En." She believed it, and silently swallowed the words that came to her lips, treating it as a secret:

Last night, she deliberately didn't take off the hair tie that tied her hair, not because she was lazy, but because of Mo Shuang.

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The big house of the Mo family has existed for many years. The old trees in the courtyard grow very tall, covering most of the sunlight, making the road in front of the house look a little gloomy, completely different from the open and domineering fountain decoration in front of it. match.

Every time Zhuo Weilan came back, she could always think of the haunted house she had seen when playing games.

"Oh." Mo Shuang thought of something else, "I haven't come back for so long, my appearance has changed a bit."

Zhuo Weilan nodded with a smile, not revealing the matter.

Overnight, the eloped mother Mo's favorite plants, small gardens, and playful swings must be pulled out, and the depressions must be filled up. I can't continue to plant flowers and plants according to Mo's mother's preference, and I deliberately changed them. The tune is extremely heavy and the sculpture presses down on the town.

After such a toss, the courtyard was of course completely changed.

She chose not to speak, thinking that Mo Shuang would be considerate and stop asking.

Mo Shuang did not delve into it, but faced with the completely changed home, she froze in place, did not step forward for a while, only clenched her hand even tighter.

Zhuo Weilan shook her hand, unable to bear the emotion.

After three years, the person who was nervous and unable to move forward, the one who was at a loss and needed comfort, and the person who knew what was going on, but was steadfast in fear, had quietly changed over.

"Don't be afraid, this is your home." Zhuo Weilan said what she wanted to say three years ago, "Father will not make things difficult for you."

"Okay." Mo Shuang raised the corners of her lips.

They looked at each other, held hands tighter, and walked forward in unison.

Coincidentally, the person who opened the door this time was still the butler, and the first sentence he said remained the same, "I'm back, please come in."

Mo's father was still sitting on the sofa not far away, looking at people with a cold face.

Mo Shuang was no longer the frightened little pitiful girl back then. The last impression she had of her father was not the ugly face of being unkind and pulling a paternity test in front of familiar teachers and classmates, but offering another set of cousins ​​who didn't know her before leaving. house, waving his hand to say goodbye.

"Father." Also full of relatives, Mo Shuang didn't have the terrible memory of three years ago, and walked up to greet him with a smile on his face.

Zhuo Weilan was a little relieved, so she wanted to smile with peace of mind, and looked around and found something was wrong.

Why do other people look so terrified except her father and her?

Zhuo Weilan was stunned, waited until after tea was served to see the order of father first and then Mo Shuang, and realized - oh, among this group of people, only she and her father knew that Mo Shuang had lost his memory.

Others didn't know what was going on, and they only felt that the always indifferent Mr. Mo played the trick of smiling.

"Qinhai is up there." Dad took a sip of tea and took the initiative to explain, "Dai