wife, love her

The originally pale face suddenly turned into a tomato, and when Murakami heard Shamar's teasing tone, he even thought of hitting the wall, and shouted directly in shame and anger: "Uncle Xiamar! Would you even play with me like this? It's not funny at all~" Then what was waiting for her was a huge pain in her neck, "Umm..." Both eyes immediately became watery.

That pitiful look made a bad doctor feel guilty. "Ah!" The smile on his face quickly subsided, and he immediately bent down and lifted off the layer of gauze, and checked the wound on Murakami's neck. There was no crack. Kai let him breathe a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry ~ Xiaoxi girl, don't get excited."

"..." It's all your fault (#‵′) Convex, Murakami Satoshi's chest heaved violently, showing how angry she was.Scratching Shamar fiercely with the eye knife, he made an extremely firm decision in his heart.The next time I see Sister Biyangqi again, he will definitely be devastated until he dies!

"Gu~" Afterwards, a dark wind was felt blowing by, "Little girl, you..." Shamar shuddered, it seemed that he was hated by this girl (Stupid Mu: It doesn't seem like, it must be~) Youyou Sighing, he scratched his messy black hair: "Well~ well, little girl, Peng Gelie was really not a good kid before, he was a good-for-nothing among the good-for-nothings, and he made you sad. But now He has turned into a very good man, absolutely qualified. He has been taking care of you non-stop for the past few days when you are not awake. So...you came back after a long time, so don't be angry with him. "

She %￥#%, took a deep breath, resisted the desire to swear, and said, "Shamar! I really don't know him, why should I be angry with him!" Satoshi Murakami emphasized again dissatisfied.

"..." With such serious eyes, without any hidden emotions, Shamar glanced at Tsunayoshi Sawada next to him, and then at Satoshi Murakami with extremely firm eyes, "Wait, girl, do you know why you lie down?" Are you here?" Sensing something was wrong, he asked.

"Ghost knows!" With a strong negative emotion in his chest, he turned his head to the side and looked out the window: "I don't even know why I have injuries on my body... I just remember that I was admitted to Tokyo University in Japan, I just returned to Japan. Then my unreliable bad friend gave me an address that was seriously unreliable. Then I ended up here."

"What time of day did you come here?"

"My birthday is June 6!"

"Then do you know what the number is today?"

"Who knows!"

"Today is August 8th!"

"..." It's not that he can still calm down now. Shioru Murakami, who has never thought that he has stayed in Japan for so long, his eyes shrink instantly, and he looks at Shamar in disbelief, "What did you say? Today is August 8th?"

Shamar nodded, "That's right... It seems that the impact on your head this time caused you to lose your memory for nearly two months." Guessing, inferring.

The brown eyes dimmed a bit, "Wait a minute, Shamar! If you just lost the memory of this more than a month, it is impossible for Xiaoxi not to know me!" Tsunayoshi Sawada, who could no longer watch from the side, said anxiously .

"I don't know you! The only people I know with the surname Sawada are Uncle Iemitsu, Aunt Nana and Sister Tsunako! There is no one named Tsunayoshi Sawada!" The girl's voice sounded after her.

There was such a moment of stiffness in anger, "啪~" and the crisp heartbreaking voice of the glass, "Tsuna, Tsunako... sister, sister?" Repeating the girl's last address, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that his world view was collapsing little by little. .

"That's right, sister Tsunako is the gentlest and most beautiful sister I've ever met. It's not you, an illegal and strange uncle trying to kidnap!" Murakami gritted his teeth and said every word clearly.

"Qi, the illegal uncle who tried to kidnap..." This kind of title.

The huge boulder hit Brown hard on the head.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was about to cry, and he squatted in the corner and drew circles—Mother Nana, this is the first time someone said that to your son, and he was the one he fell in love with after knowing it.

Sure enough, is this called retribution?It was really retribution.

================= So I am the dividing line of 270 tragedy ================

"Whoo~"

Looking at the blue sky, white clouds, and the brilliant sun outside the window, Satoshi Murakami sighed faintly while sitting on the hospital bed, shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, and wiped his body covered with the smell of disinfectant with great depression. Change of clothes.

Now, three more days have passed since she woke up.

And within these three days, she learned from Shamar that the reason why she became like this was because she was taken hostage by a robber who robbed a bank on the way shopping, her neck was cut by a knife, and her head was cut. Hit the wall!

ORZ, I knelt down.

Such a plot at eight o'clock, a bloody plot, would you believe it?Anyway, she doesn't believe it...

Also, during these three days, she was not only harassed by the perverted doctor every day, but also by the husband who claimed to be her married half a month ago—Uncle Sawada Tsunayoshi.Let her be convinced of one thing, Shamar and this person who Kasawada Tsunayoshi are the same.It's just that the former has the color, but the latter does not.Um!Wait, it seems hard to say.

Then one day ago, a certain strange uncle wanted to prove to her that they were indeed husband and wife.Let her see the so-called evidence presented in court - the marriage certificate!

Nima~

How should I put it, that seemingly harmonious but actually very unharmonious mugshot!

Damn, this is from P!It must be!How could she be so cuddly and find such a headshot with a strange uncle.

In the end, what made Murakami Shizu most speechless was that Shamar told her that the reason why she lost her memory was because of a severe impact on her brain, which produced a small blood clot, which oppressed the Huh huh (excuse the technical term she forgot.) So she lost her memory.And it's a kind of selective amnesia!

This made her unable to suppress Little Universe's nth middle finger, and pointed at the author-you are so bloody!

(Stupid Mu: Aqie~ [Rubbing nose] Is anyone missing me?)

Satoshi Murakami really realized that he and the country of Japan are not compatible... Wait, someone asked me, am I a mud bomber?Hmph~ You are all so naive.Last night, Empress Nuwa gave her a dream, saying that she was a member of the Celestial Dynasty in her previous life.

Stretch out your little hand and touch the wound on your neck—it hurts!

Then I touched the wound on my forehead—it hurts!

your sister!

Murakami really wanted to scold the person who made her look like this.

Unfortunately, she didn't remember who that person was.

Because the author arranged selective amnesia for her~

"Xiaoxi girl~~~" A perverted doctor's strange tone came from outside the door.

Something flashed in his mind, and Murakami picked up the pillow reflexively and threw it directly at the door that was opening.

"啪~" hit.

But instead of hitting the red heart like before, he was blocked by a knife.

"Ahaha~Xiao Xi~ I managed to find time to visit you, but... you greeted me with a pillow~"

This, this, this... my little heart was beating out of rhythm.The natural accent made Murakami Satoshi's eyes shine instantly, and he turned his head, and saw the familiar but slightly different, mature and masculine face.For a moment, he was so excited as if he was poured with chicken blood, he didn't even care to put on his shoes, jumped off the bed and hung them on the neck of the person who came, and called out sweetly: "Brother Wu~"

Looking at the girl who was full of coquettishness, the light and coldness in Takeshi Yamamoto's eyes instantly turned into spring water. He smiled dotingly, hugged her directly, and rubbed her soft hair (here is BUG?) pink hair "Haha~ Although I haven't seen you in six years, but... Xixi hasn't changed~ I still like acting like a baby~"

"Hey" Murakami raised her small face and smiled silly at the person who came, "The only person I have been acting like a baby is Brother Wu~ Now Brother Wu has become a lot more handsome! Are there many young ladies chasing after him?" Running behind you?" Tilting his head, some of his blue-purple eyes were bright~

"Alas~" Takeshi Yamamoto sighed, thinking of being surrounded by all kinds of eldest, second and third ladies every time he went to any party, a very helpless look appeared on his face, "Indeed...for this reason I A bit troublesome!"

"Then, am I ready for my sister-in-law?" Her flickering eyes were shining, and the word "gossip" was printed on her face.

"This... this... just."

. . . . . .

"..." The black background that kept popping up behind him fully expressed the master's dissatisfaction.

So, who can explain, what is this?

Looking at the scene of you and me (heavy fog) in front of him, Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that his heart and liver were going to be turned into ashes, and he disappeared into the world with the wind.

If it wasn't that he cared about the image problem, he just wanted to jump on his feet and complain. He was so big and stood aside. Didn't this girl see him?

His eyes can't hold the sand, even if the object is his best friend, he can't stand him being so close to his future wife.Unable to bear it any longer, "Ahem..." cleared his throat.

The light coughing made the two people who were forgetting about the old days realize that there were still people around.

Murakami Satoshi's happy little face turned cloudy after hearing the coughing sound.After a while, he jumped down from Takeshi Yamamoto, hid behind him, and looked warily at Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was trying to smile, "What else do you want to do?"

This kind of defense, "噗!" was like an invisible sharp sword j□j piercing Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart.

He quickly began to adjust his broken heart, "Xiao Xi, I'm here to take you home." The tone was very sincere.

"Huh~" Nose snorted out his dissatisfaction, and Murakami directly shook his face, "I don't believe that I will marry you even if I kill you! That marriage certificate is probably fake! If I like it, I like Brother Wu. I don't like it." Your kind."

"噗~噗~" Two sharp swords hit the center again.

Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that this was the first time he had such an untenable situation after becoming the tenth member of the Vongola Project.He looked at Takeshi Yamamoto who was scratching his head.He was still giggling happily like a normal person.

So...he had an urge to transfer this guy to Kuwait to dig oil.