Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

"This seems to have no direct connection with you knowing that I was the person who brought you soup eight years ago?" Mu Ru interrupted him calmly, her voice still indifferent and alienated.

"I was inspired by this incident, so this time Xi Muxue came back to me from Korea, and I talked about a short story in a magazine that you read to me eight years ago and a book called "Jane Eyre." ", but she didn't know anything about it, so I concluded that the person who came to my hospital bed to accompany me every day eight years ago was you, not her, Xi Muxue."

After hearing this, Mu Ru only found it funny, and then continued to remind him softly: "President Dongfang, you didn't decide to marry Xi Muxue because I replaced Xi Muxue at the hospital bed and accompanied you for half a year. It was decided more than ten years ago, and at that time..."

"At that time, it was because a girl named Xi Muxue saved me," Dongfang Mo said, taking out a cotton silk scarf from his bosom and handing it to her: "This is the first time Xi Muxue left me. Gift."

When Mu Ru saw the white gauze scarf, she couldn't help frowning, then took it and unfolded it, but couldn't help shouting: "Are you sure that Mu Xue left you this gauze scarf?"

"What's wrong?" Dongfang Mo asked calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

"When did she give you this?" Mu Ru stared at the cotton scarf, and couldn't help but grasp it tightly.

"At noon, I fell down because I was riding a motorcycle, and she used this cotton scarf to bandage my wound," Dongfang Mo briefly said about the situation at noon that day.

"She said her name was Xi Muxue?" Mu Ru's mind quickly flew to more than ten years ago. She remembered that she seemed to have had a similar experience, but the person she saved was not Dongfang Mo, but a face. A dark, nigger-like person who can't see what he looks like at all.

"No, she didn't say anything at the time, I just saw that the name on this silk scarf was traced to her home address." Dongfang Mo said truthfully, and then asked: "What's wrong? Isn't this silk scarf Xi Muxue's?"

"Of course this silk scarf should belong to Xi Muxue, because there is her name on the silk scarf." Mu Ru nodded, and then said lightly: "It's just that the silk scarf has not been embroidered yet, and the cotton cloth that Xi Muxue usually uses The names on the silk scarves are all inlaid with gold, and the gold thread of this silk scarf has not yet been inlaid."

"You mean——you embroidered the names on Xi Muxue's silk scarves?" When Dongfang Mo asked this, his voice gradually became agitated. He could even be sure that the girl in white The little girl in the skirt and the sun hat is his wife, Xi Muru.

"The person I met back then looked like an African with a dark face," Mu Ru said lightly, "I have never met a super handsome guy. If he was really a super handsome guy, I would probably feel ashamed and dare not go forward. .”

Dongfang Mo couldn't help chuckling, and immediately hugged her tightly in his arms again, but there was already a mist in his eye sockets that hadn't been seen in many years.

"Mu Ru," he called her name in a low voice, and said with a slightly choked voice, "Mu Ru, thank you, thank God, for allowing me to meet you more than ten years ago, but you... ..Why isn't your own name on the silk scarf you carry around?"