"Er Ye!" She lost her composure and rushed over quickly, grabbing one of his hands, her eyes shining with excitement, "You...you remember?"
Mo Ye was stunned when he saw her excited look, "I...what did I remember?"
Catching the confusion that flashed across his face, Ling Kexin twitched the corners of her lips sadly, slowly let go of his hand, and when she saw her drawing paper on his table, she understood.
He never recovered his memory at all. The reason why he was able to draw the big devil exactly like her was because he referenced hers.
Also, how is it possible for him to recover his memory so quickly?
But, his mother is here. If he doesn't recover, what will she do?
"Hey, Secretary Ling, you can just say what you want." Seeing her like this, Moer Ye couldn't help but encourage her, "Say whatever you want, it's okay to lie."
Lying? Ling Kexin laughed after hearing this, with a touch of bitterness. She shook her head, held the paper airplane he just flew over in her hands, and said with the sourness in her heart: "I thought you remembered that you are a big devil."
"Oh, it turns out that you drew the big devil to scold me, I understand." Moor Ye stood up, walked to Ling Kexin, and asked with interest, "Then what evidence do you have that I am a big devil?
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"have."
"you say."
"I can't tell at the moment, but as long as you give me time, let us be alone together more often." She must help him regain his memory immediately, because Ling Kexin didn't know what Wu Qiong would do when he came over.
If she really takes Mo Ye away, what will happen to her and the children?
Seeing that Ling Kexin was speaking seriously and her expression was slightly solemn, Moer Ye frowned slightly, thought for a while and said, "Okay, I will hand over the power to you and I will listen to your arrangements at any time."
"Then you answer every call I make? Any time?"
"Yes." Mo Ye stretched out his little finger.
Ling Kexin paused for a moment, then raised her lips and smiled, hooked his little finger and pulled it. Mo Ye took the opportunity to pull Ling Kexin into his arms, held up her face, and kissed her lips...
Ling Kexin's body trembled, and her slightly parted red lips allowed the man to slide in easily. Moerye hooked her soft tongue and danced lightly, ###, plundering the breath in her mouth and taking away her sweetness,
It wasn't until Ling Kexin suppressed her blush that he slowly let go of her.
His fingers gently touched her slightly swollen and moist lips. The jelly-like softness made his heart palpitate. He lowered his head again. He came close to her ear and licked it provocatively. Seeing her ears turning red, he lowered his head.
Smile, "I am willing to be a boyfriend who can protect you."
His last words suddenly gave Ling Kexin a shot of reassurance. Ling Kexin opened her eyes wide in a daze. She was really confused as to whether this man had remembered anything.
At noon, More Ye took Ling Kexin to a French restaurant. He ordered a table of delicious dishes and a bottle of French wine.
"You drink, I'll drive later." Ling Kexin refused to drink.
"Drink, go and take a rest after drinking." Morye asked the waiter to fill her glass, then raised the glass and touched it to her gently, "Come and have a drink for our good relationship in the future!
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The French restaurant was very close to the Huayao Hotel, and Morye probably had already thought about it, so after they had lunch, the two of them came to the hotel suite.
Mo Ye didn't have any explanation. As soon as Ling Kexin entered, his eyes were fixed on her.
Returning to the place where she had lived was really exciting for Ling Kexin, with mixed feelings. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling scenery outside, and said in a low voice: "You are a rich person after all, you can live wherever you want."
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"What you said is so boring." Mo Ye walked to the small bar and made her a cup of coffee.
Ling Kexin said she didn't want to drink and just wanted to sleep for a while. Mo Ye raised his lips and smiled, lighting the big bed, "You can do whatever you want."
"What about you?"
"I'm going to the study to read."
After Ling Kexin went to bed, Mo Ye actually went to the study. He turned on the computer and browsed the web casually. Although his piercing eyes were fixed on the screen, his mind was trying to replay everything that had flashed over the past few days. Unfortunately,
, he couldn’t put together a complete face from many scattered fragments.
"Squeak..." The glass door opened, and Ling Kexin appeared at the door holding a pillow, her long hair disheveled and barefoot, "Mr. Mo, I can't sleep."
"Then chat with me." Mo Ye nodded on the sofa.
"Shall we play Landlords?" "Okay." Moer Ye took out the poker from the drawer and followed Ling Kexin to the bed.
The previous scene began to replay, and Ling Kexin suddenly entered the role, which aroused Mo Ye's emotions. The two of them got into a fight because of stealing cards and cheating. Mo Ye was pinned down by Ling Kexin and almost choked with laughter.
Drool, just when he was happy, Ling Kexin suddenly raised her hand and slapped him hard.
"Pa!" The slap didn't hit his face, but hit him hard on his right shoulder. Mo Ye was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Ling Kexin's hands grabbed his throat hard again and bit him.
He gritted his teeth, stared at a pair of red eyes, and cursed fiercely, "Devil, I really want to strangle you to death!"
"Hey!" Moor Ye thought she was crazy. He instinctively threw Ling Kexin away, climbed up, stood on the ground, pointed at her, and said coldly, "Are you crazy? If you play poker well, you will become
so?"
"I'm crazy, I'm driving you crazy!" Ling Kexin jumped out of bed and stared at his puzzled gaze, "Mor Ye, you are a devil, I hate you! I hate you!"
"Secretary Ling?" Mo Ye felt his head hurt and was confused. The Ling Kexin in front of him suddenly changed to a different person, with eyes full of hatred.
You are a devil, you are a devil, I hate you! I hate you...Moor Ye's ears were buzzing. It was clear that Ling Kexin in front of him had closed his mouth, but his ears were still ringing with the sound of a girl.
A hoarse cry of pain.
It was clear that Ling Kexin's expression had turned expectant and quiet, but in his mind there was a pair of hateful eyes flashing coldly across the corners of his eyes like sharp knives.
He took two steps back and sat on the sofa in front of the bed, staring blankly at Ling Kexin.
"Mo Ye, what did you think of?" Ling Kexin shook his shoulders, her voice becoming clear and gentle.
"What happened just now?" Moer Ye was stunned and stared at Ling Kexin strangely.
"Just tell me, what did you think of?"
"I heard someone scolding me exactly like you. Also," he touched Ling Kexin's eyes, and a bright light flashed in his mind, "Ling Kexin, you are her, right? But you...why do you hate me?"
It's so strange. I always thought she liked me, so how could she have hatred? Even if I were her ex-husband, I couldn't possibly hate him so much, right?
Ling Kexin grabbed his hand and said, "Don't ask yet. If you really want to know everything about the past, from today on, you must believe in objective facts and don't trust others easily. In addition, don't get married, okay?"
Mo Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you say this?"
"Promise me, okay?"
"I will not get married until I regain my memory."
"Don't leave Jiangbin either, okay?"
"This..." Mo Ye was about to continue when his cell phone rang in his pocket. After listening, he slowly pushed Ling Kexin away, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, "Mom, I'm working outside, not in the office, so you can
Just wait for me at home."
When Ling Kexin heard this, she shrank in her heart and nervously grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands...Wu Qiong, she is really here, really here!
Mo's Manor.
Wu Qiong pushed away More Ye's bedroom and saw a men's nightgown hanging on his bedside. She turned back and glanced at Chu Tianyu. Chu Tianyu helplessly spread his hands and smiled, "He's been
If I don’t sleep here, I don’t know where I’ve gone.”
"You won't call him? Didn't I ask you to take care of him?" Wu Qiong lowered his face slightly and said displeased.
"Mom, he didn't like to answer the phone calls I made."
Wu Qiong walked to the cloakroom and pulled out Mo Ye's high-end clothes. "Has Miss Ling been to the manor?"
"No, she has been living in Zhuhaiyuan."
"Who told her that Er Ye returned to Jiangbin?"
"Mom, Chen Gang has been following her. Of course she knows if there is any news. That day, I sent Xiaobo to kindergarten, and she was waiting for me at the door."
Wu Qiong turned around and said dissatisfied: "You let Xiaobo go to the same kindergarten as her child?"
"I changed to a kindergarten that day. Mom, don't worry, I won't let Xiaobo be with those two children." Next, Chu Tianyu reported to Wu Qiong what happened in the past month since Mo Ye returned to Jiangbin.
According to the situation, Ling Kexin is trying every possible means to restore Mo Ye's memory. The son she taught is very fierce and once slapped Mo Yabo.
Wu Qiong listened to Chu Tianyu's account, her beautiful eyebrows were deeply knitted, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes slowly lengthened.
Mo Yiting had not returned to Jiangbin for five years. As soon as she came back, she happily drove to the Xihuyuan high-end residential complex where the He family lived without adjusting to the time difference.
He's mother was extremely happy to see her. She saw that she had become much more mature and intellectual. She couldn't help but smile and said repeatedly: "My son is really ignorant. He is really ignorant. Such a good girl has given up."
Mo Yiting lowered her eyes slightly and asked with a hint of shyness: "Auntie, why didn't Xiaoxiao come back?"
"I have obtained double doctorate degrees, and I said I would be back at the end of August."
"Auntie, I went to see him, and he said he would be back in June."
"Oh, that's what he said, but something delayed him. He said he would start a joint venture with a few classmates and come back after it's done."
After chatting with He Xiaoxiao, He's mother asked Mo Yiting if she had another boyfriend. Mo Yiting shook her head and said that she still liked Xiaoxiao.
He's mother looked at her current dress and said sincerely: "You have changed. I think Xiaoxiao will consider it carefully. Alas, you kid is really infatuated."
Mo Yiting came out of He Xiaoxiao's house and drove to the Mo Group Building. She walked in the door and just heard the bell ringing, so she sat in the rest area and read a fashion magazine.
The employees walked out of the elevator one after another. Mo Yiting lowered her head slightly and looked up from time to time. When Mo Ye and Ling Kexin walked out of the elevator together and walked towards the door talking and laughing, Mo Yiting's eyes darkened.
, she frowned and quickly stood up.
"Brother!" A clear call made Ling Kexin's back stiffen... Mo Yiting?
"Tingting." Mo Ye called out, turned around and said to Ling Kexin, "My sister, Mo Yiting."
Ling Kexin stopped and clutched the strap of her leather bag tightly, staring at the expression on Mo Yiting's face with her clear eyes, her palms sweating slightly nervously.
"Brother, mom asked me to pick you up." Mo Yiting just glanced at Ling Kexin indifferently, and then put her hand into Mo Ye's elbow.
Today she is wearing a sleeveless ruffled dress with a simple and elegant color. She has long, slightly curly hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. She has light makeup on her face. She looks noble, elegant and fresh.
Beautiful style.
Compared with the heavy makeup and aloof air before, Mo Yiting is fresh and elegant now, and she is really completely different from the other two.
Ling Kexin looked at her, her nervous heart relaxing a little.
"Secretary Ling, I'm leaving first. If you need anything, call me." Mo Ye smiled slightly at Ling Kexin.
"Let's go slowly." Ling Kexin nodded slightly towards their brother and sister. Mo Yiting slightly raised her red lips, with an unfathomable smile on her lips. She also nodded politely towards Ling Kexin, and then pulled Mo Yiting away.
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"Mommy, are you worried?" After picking up the two babies from the kindergarten, Mo Zihao examined the expression on Ling Kexin's face.
Ling Kexin smiled slightly, "No, I just wanted to take you where to have dinner today."
"I want to eat noodles." Mo Xinnian said.
"Okay, let's go eat noodles."
When they arrived at the food stall, the three of them ordered three small bowls of shaved noodles. Mo Xinnian was afraid of being hot and ate slowly, so she asked for a drink. Ling Kexin asked the boss to get two cans of coconut juice, but Mo Xinnian accidentally listened.
The jar fell to the ground and rolled under another table.
Mo Zihao hurriedly ran to pick it up. When he stretched out his hand, a man's hand picked it up faster than his. He stared at Mo Zihao's face and said with a smile: "Hey, handsome kid, whose child are you?"