If this were the old days, Mi would definitely jump to his feet and shout, "Whether I am going to attack or not, it will be true when I show you my performance tonight."
But now Mi just said calmly, "Only Ming Mie knows whether I attack or not."
Mi Ye's calm and overly calm attitude made Mi Xiu feel sad when he just walked in. After more than half a year, he finally saw this kid walking out of the dark room, smiling quietly and standing tall and straight.
Mi Xiu went over and hugged Mi Ye, "You're finally better. Your sister doesn't remember me. Don't forget me."
Mi Yeran shouted quietly, "Brother." He did not lose his memory. He naturally remembered that Mi Xiu was his brother, and he also remembered that when he was the most discouraged and wanted to give up on himself, his brother did not give up on him.
His brother encouraged him.
And... Mi Ye quietly blushed. This was the first time his brother had hugged him since he was sensible. In the past, he had always yelled at him in an extremely serious and ferocious manner, either chasing him or beating him, or always being right.
He has too many demands. After about six years old, his brother never hugged him again.
When he was a child, he asked Mi Xiu why he always hugged his sister and never hugged him. If he remembered correctly, Mi Xiu said, you are a man, why do you always hold you? Only girls need care.
Now, his brother is hugging this seven-foot-tall man.
But Mi Xiu thought that if he didn't force it, if he didn't force Mi Ye, he would definitely become the same Mi Ye who loved to talk, laugh and make trouble before. As long as Mi Ye could live a normal life and interact with people normally, he wouldn't ask for anything else.
Yes, leave it to time, leave it to relatives and friends like them, and I believe that rice will get better one day.
Mi Ai looked at the two brothers Mi Xiu and Mi Ye, and suddenly felt jealous. She stood aside and said coolly, "Who said I don't remember you? I not only remember you two, I also remember them."
So people.”
Mi Ai pointed at the others unconvinced.
"Ming Mie, Ming Jue..." She pointed at everyone here one by one.
Ming Jue clapped his hands, "Miss Mi has such a good memory. She has remembered all of us in just a few days. Miss, tell me what I do." He tortured Mi Ai.
Mi Ai curled her lips disdainfully, it was too childish, "It's an old lover who studies scraps and scraps."
"Damn! Who said that?" Ming Jue quit. He thought his profession was very noble and very difficult, so why did he become an ironworker?
"Why not? Aren't heavy weapons and fighter jets made of iron? Aren't pistols made of tempered steel? You are so much older than Mo Su. Are you wronged by your old lover? I feel wronged. I will marry Mo Su.
Someone else." Mi looked at Ming Jue like a queen of love.
Okay, Ming Jue was defeated dejectedly and gave a thumbs up, "Miss Mi, although you have lost your memory, your fighting power is as strong as ever." And, have you really lost your memory? Why do people who have lost their memory know how to use the last treasure?
Marrying someone else to threaten him was a trick she never tired of before she lost her memory.
Did Miss Mi really have amnesia? Why did he think she was faking it?
Ming Mie asked, "What about me?"
"You? Terrorist."
Ming Mie touched his nose. It seemed like... he was a terrorist, but... "Terrorist sounds terrible." Mafia Godfather is such a nice name, otherwise... Mi Ye's boyfriend would be fine too.