Chapter 984 : Didn't expect to find Cheyue in this kind of place
"This heroine, don't hurt him. He doesn't remember anything. This young master Jian doesn't remember anything... A month ago, the little lady saw this homeless young master on the street several times.
I just took him home!" The woman cried, Ting Qingyu let go of Cheyue's collar, and Nalanling followed her out.
"Isn't it right? Such a god? He was kept by a woman?" Nalan Ling snorted coldly and looked at the wooden Cheyue displeased.
"You mean...you brought him home from the streets?" Ting Qingyu gasped slightly, her eyes filled with bloodshot eyes due to lack of sleep.
A woman of such a young age has become like a woman who has been rolling in the mud for a month. Now Ting Qingyu's face is extremely ugly and her mood is even more depressed.
I didn’t expect to find Cheyue in a place like this...[
"Exactly... this young master doesn't remember anything, so... the little girl can only call him Mr. Jian, simply..." The woman looked at Nalan Ling's cold eyes and couldn't help but tremble.
"Sister-in-law Li, why are you kneeling down..." Cheyue's eyes fell on the woman, and just as he was about to bend down to help her up, Nalan Ling grabbed his collar and shouted coldly.
"You stinky man! Can you really not remember Qing Yu now? You idiot, you have forgotten your own wife? Then did you have a relationship with this woman?"
Nalan Ling now really felt as if her husband had been abducted, and was even more anxious than Ting Qingyu. Ting Qingyu, on the other hand, stood silently aside, breathing heavily.
She never thought that Cheyue would forget her.
But why did she forget her? Is it because of Cheyue's illness? Something stung her heart, a dull pain, as if everything was about to burst out. She was so afraid that she would rush forward excitedly, and see the only thing in her eyes now.
That woman's Cheyue was torn into pieces.
He squatted down slowly, his chest rising and falling eagerly.
A woman's greatest pain is actually being forgotten by her lover.
Everything they had worked hard for, those sweet days, warm days, and days of suffering together were forgotten.