The more this happened, the more she wanted to remember the stories between them and what wonderful memories she had lost.
She was extremely irritable and couldn't remember. She had a headache. She lay on the bed and held her head in her hands. She also wanted to be able to get close to him, but now she didn't have any feelings other than being moved by what he did.
She knew that he must be sitting in the living room smoking now, but she really couldn't think of it, and she didn't want to force herself.
The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt. Looking at the photos hanging on the wall, who else was there in her family before her? She really wanted to remember.
He was sweating profusely and his body was curled up on the bed.
Pei Mochen pushed the door open and entered the room. Seeing Cheng Ning's painful appearance, he quickly walked forward and hugged her, "Feifei, don't think about it."
"Baby..." Soft lips kissed her forehead, "Don't think about it."
Baby... Cheng Ningyou seemed to have heard this name, this low and gentle voice at some point. No one had ever used this title to her. Lin Wei and Shen Ke would only call her Youyou at most.
But when Pei Mochen shouted just now, she felt very familiar at that moment. Her face was covered with sweat, and she looked up at Pei Mochen with a pale face, "Where are my parents? Who else is there in my family?"
Pei Mochen held the little man in his arms tightly with both hands. Seeing the pain in her thoughts, he felt heartbroken, "Stop thinking about it and just let nature take its course, okay?"
No matter how painful it was, Cheng Ningyou didn't even shed tears, "I originally wanted to give up on recovering my memory, but you broke into my world, and I couldn't help but think about it. I want to remember how unforgettable the things between us are.
How can you do this for me?"
She pointed around the room with her hand. In the closet, on the walls, and on the windowsill, there were all things related to her, as if she had always been in this home.
Pei Mochen gently rubbed the scar on Cheng Ningyou's forehead, "It doesn't matter if you forget. You are mine. This is a fact that cannot be changed."
The determination in his eyes made Cheng Ning stunned. She was his, but what about her parents?
"Pei Mochen, what are you hiding from me? Don't I have any relatives at home?"
Before Pei Mochen could answer, there was a sudden knock on the door, "Brother, please take it easy, it's too loud. I, a passionate young man, can't stand it."
The very confusing and sad atmosphere changed in an instant.
Cheng Ningyou sat up as if he had been given a shot of blood, straightened out his pajamas, stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door.
Lu Xiaojian leaned against the door frame lazily, with a naughty smile on his face, "Sister Feifei, how is my brother? His skills are still as good as before, right?"
Pei Mochen looked at Yifan Lu and smiled thoughtfully. They were really the same type, black and white and impermanent.
Cheng Ningyou had a dark face and gave Lu Xiaojian a speechless expression. The hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his scalp. There were also fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose and forehead.
"Next time you knock on the door, pay attention to the time. Your brother and I are really going to be together. If you knock on the door, your brother will not lift it in the future."
But no, if he was suddenly interrupted while doing that kind of thing, the man would probably be upset. This was the experience Wu Yuehua taught him.
Pei Mochen "..."
Lu Yifan smiled brightly, his neat white teeth were more dazzling than pearls, and his smile was graceful, "Sister Feifei, you really know a lot."
