Feeling a little melancholy, Ling Kexin called out Ren Yifei, and the two of them sat in the coffee shop, leaning against the window, with a candle burning on the candlestick on the table.
"Don't be impatient, Kexin. What's yours is yours, not yours. You can't force it." Seeing Ling Kexin's sadness, Ren Yifei patted the back of her hand.
Ling Kexin took a sip of coffee and smiled slightly, "I'm confident that he will pay attention to me."
"Haha, can I not pay attention to you? You stare at him every day, I guess he is afraid of you." Ren Yifei smiled amusedly, "I can't believe that you can be so bold and forget that he is a big devil?
"
Ling Kexin raised her lips, narrowed her eyes, and said thoughtfully: "Tell me, can I start from scratch with him?"
"Start from scratch? Not good. It's best if you explain everything in the past to him so that he can pay attention to you immediately, or take him for a DNA test so that he will believe that what you are telling is the truth."
After hearing this, Ling Kexin pursed her lips and looked at the dark brown coffee liquid in the cup. Her mind was churning. After a long time, she said in a low voice: "I want to fall in love with him once, without resentment or pain. Starting from a stranger, to
The last time we knew each other and fell in love.”
"Hey, that way...isn't it too tiring? He has Chu Tianyu by his side. If you don't tell the truth, wouldn't that woman be more satisfying?"
"I have proposed a fair competition to her to see who Mo Ye will fall in love with in the end."
"So, you still want to hide the secret from your precious couple?"
In addition, you want to suffocate us insiders to death? Mother, Ren Yifei has long wanted to yell at Mo Ye - Ling Kexin is your wife! She is your wife!
If Chen Gang hadn't repeatedly reminded her not to act recklessly, would she still be able to hold it in until now?
"Yes," Ling Kexin nodded and smiled bitterly, "Let's aggrieve the babies first. Only when Mo Ye recovers his memory can he truly love them."
Ren Yifei raised her head, and the sad and tenacious look of the little woman in front of her suddenly made her feel a little sad. She reached out and grabbed Ling Kexin's hand, giving her a look of firm support, "Come on! You chase him, I will continue to help you."
Take care of the kids.”
Ling Kexin nodded gratefully, then remembered that it was getting late, took out her cell phone, and pulled out Mo Zihao's cell phone number.
"Baby, are you asleep?"
"Can you still answer the phone when you're asleep?"
Mo Zihao's rhetorical question made Ling Kexin laugh, "Go to bed quickly. Mommy will be home in half an hour."
"Okay, you can come back in an hour. Goodbye, mommy!" Mo Zihao hung up the phone and turned to look at Mo Xinnian.
Mo Xinnian frowned and stared at the coffee shop on the opposite street. Through the light-colored glass, she saw the silhouettes of two women swaying gently in the flickering candlelight.
She curled her lips, turned her head to meet Mo Zihao's gaze, blinked, and nodded her mouth.
Mo Zihao understood, and took her to a cold drink shop, took out a few coins from his bag, bought a cone and handed it to Mo Xinnian.
It was getting late, and Mo Zihao held his sister's hand and walked back. When passing the zebra crossing, a stopped car suddenly honked its horn several times.
Mo Zihao turned his head and saw the man in the car smiling at him. He was not wearing glasses tonight.
"Brother, I've seen him." Mo Xinnian also noticed it. She pointed at Mo Ye with joy on her face.
Mo Zihao's expression didn't change at all. After a pause, he led Mo Xinnian across the zebra crossing.
Mo Xinnian's red little tongue was licking the cone. She was wearing a black casual short dress and looked even more petite. Mo Zihao beside her was also wearing black casual wear and white sneakers on her feet.
Go very quickly.
Mo Xinnian couldn't keep up and held his hand several times to stop and rest.
"Squeak..." Not long after crossing the zebra crossing, a small car slowly stopped on the side of the road. Mo Ye stuck his head out and waved to them, "Get in the car and I'll take you back."
Mo Xinnian's eyes lit up, she threw away her brother's hand and ran over.
"Is there any charge?" Mo Zihao approached the car and asked Mo Ye seriously.
"You think my car is a black one?" Mo Ye wanted to laugh, looked at Mo Zihao gently, and said half-jokingly, "You and I already know each other, and I am willing to work for you for free."
"There's no charge, then I'll take the seat." Mo Zihao showed no expression as he got into the car. He pushed his sister in and saw that her hands were dripping with milk. He frowned and scolded, "Don't you care about cleanliness?
My hands are so dirty."
"Go back and take a shower." Mo Xinnian responded and wiped his hands on Mo Zihao's clothes.
As soon as Mo Zihao pushed, Mo Xinnian leaned back on the chair, "Sit still." Mo Zihao ordered her solemnly.
Mo Xinnian raised her little mouth and muttered, "Bad brother."
Mo Ye looked at the rearview mirror and smiled, "Did you sneak out?"
Mo Xinnian and her brother looked at each other. Seeing him shaking his head, she kept silent. When Moer Ye saw this, he laughed out loud, "Silence means the truth."
"Don't tell my mommy," Mo Xinnian said hurriedly.
Mo Zihao patted her hand. Mo Xinnian pursed her lips and slapped her eyelashes at her brother. Mo Zihao glared at her, pulled her ear and said softly: "He doesn't know Mommy.
What are you afraid of?"
"He knows his godmother." Mo Xinnian stretched her neck, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "He is the father of a foreign child."
Mo Zihao was surprised and quickly remembered that his sister had said that he and his godmother had been to a large manor and met the foreign child there.
So, does this man really have a child?
"Are you going to attend a rich man's blind date tomorrow?" Just make sure.
Hearing Mo Zihao's question, Moer Ye's eyes flashed, and he asked strangely: "Rich man's blind date meeting? How did you know?"
"I received a text message, and the TV station is also broadcasting it, saying that a blind date conference will be held tomorrow at a club by the Lingjiang River." Old God Mo Zihao said.
"This has nothing to do with me." Mo Ye smiled.
"Oh." Mo Zihao was slightly disappointed.
It seems that he is really the father of the foreign child, and my sister did not lie.
The car stopped in front of Zhuhaiyuan Villa. Mo Xinnian got out of the car, looked at Mo Ye, smiled at him, and said sweetly: "You look a lot like my daddy."
Well, Morye rolled his eyes.
Isn’t her father dead? If it really looks like him, then it’s understandable that this boy looks like him when he was a child?
"Goodbye, uncle!" Before he could recover, Mo Zihao led Mo Xinnian into the yard and closed the door tightly, very quickly.
After entering the yard, the two quickly ran to the door of the house, quickly opened the door and stepped in.
Mo Ye looked at the closed purple-red sandalwood door, and his heart suddenly felt empty.
Leaning against the courtyard gate, he looked at the white magnolias in the yard and a green and lush canna plant in front of the window. Under the street lamp, a few orange-red flowers bloomed brightly on the canna plant.
On the left side of the house, there is a crescent-shaped swimming pool with blue waves, surrounded by lush flowers, plants and trees, white tables and chairs, and white awnings. Everything seems to have been designed by him.
Every time he comes here, Morye feels an indescribable intimacy with this yard.
After lighting a cigarette, his mind resurfaced with Ling Kexin's excitement and joy when she saw him. Although he thought she was a nymphomaniac, it seemed too abnormal for a mother of two children to do this.
That day, he had reviewed the advertisement shot by Ling Kexin at Xinhuang Media Company. A year ago, several people in charge here had been transferred to the American branch, and Zhou Ziyan was also sent to Paris to study.
The new manager Hu pointed at Ling Kexin and said, "This is a girl who used to intern here."
Moer Ye turned to look at Chen Gang, who smiled and said, "Yes, Ling Kexin was still a college student and left after filming a few commercials."
Walking out of Xinhuang Media, Moer Ye grabbed Chen Gang's arm, "Can you tell me clearly whether this woman has anything to do with me?"
Her son Mo Zihao looks so much like him when he was a child.
"Mr. Mo, if you ask about work matters, I will answer. I can't help with other matters, so please spare me. I only know that she is my girlfriend Ren Yifei's classmate."
Mo Ye's dark eyes narrowed, "Okay, then tell me, who is her husband?"
"Mo... a man named Mo, a wealthy man living abroad. Unfortunately, before the child was born, he had a car accident."
A rich man named Mo?
After Mo Ye came home, he called Uncle Liu to the study. He asked Uncle Liu: "I remember that my mother was not clear-headed for a while. Why is she so sober now?"
"Master, it's a good thing that Madam has a clear mind."
"Did anything special happen to the memory I lost? For example, what kind of women I came into contact with, what grudges I had..."
"Master, you are overthinking it. You are not a casual person, and you have mysophobia. You look down on ordinary women. In the past few years, Miss Chu has been following you."
"Uncle Liu, I always believe in you, don't hide anything from me."
"Young Master, there are some things that you don't have to bother to inquire about. It will become clear when you regain your memory."
Yes, if you want to solve some doubts, you can only wait until you recover your memory. Uncle Liu's words made Moer Ye vaguely feel that the lost memory and those two years would not be so simple.
But now, no one will tell him the details. They seem to be avoiding something. It seems that if they want to understand the past, they can only rely on themselves.
When Ling Kexin came back, there were two white cigarette butts scattered in front of the courtyard door. She found them, bent down to pick them up, and smelled the smell that the man had left on them.
More Ye, he came here again?
So, he has a subconscious concern and liking for this villa?
An inexplicable joy surged into her heart, and the smile lines at the corners of Ling Kexin's lips slowly lengthened.