Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 767 The man looks at her eyes, the love is rippling

It's not that she hasn't secretly investigated her past, but from those servants and her fiancé, she didn't get the answer she wanted.

However, she could tell that their caliber was the same, more like they had been specially trained, and she gave up later.

Because it was because she felt that chasing memories of the past was meaningless, at least the elders in the family loved her very much, and with the caring care of her fiancé, she didn't have the desire/desire to track down...

However, at this moment, the situation is different.

Whether the other party's temptation was deliberate or deliberate, in a sense, it seemed to have aroused her strong thirst for knowledge.

She looked into the man's dark eyes, nodded and snorted softly: "Yeah!"

The man seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at the girl's cool and bewildered face, and smiled lightly, "Didn't you say you're hungry? Let's talk after breakfast, huh?"

Amy pursed her lips, was silent for a moment, and chuckled for no reason.

She said: "Do you want to tell me that I am your dead wife?"

Ji Liunian stood up from the bed, and Yushu Linfeng's figure fell on Amy's face.

The darkness covering her eyes made her stagnant mood more dull.

The man turned around, his eyes were clear, but the woman sitting on the bed was as graceful as the bright breeze and the moon.

His thin and cool lips were slightly upturned, and the color of mountains and lakes moved slowly between his eyebrows and eyes, which was an unreal softness.

"What's impossible? When she left, I was still in a vegetable state. So, we should be the same kind of person, amnesia, and you're not the only one who has this bloody thing."

Amy's face was shocked, her pink lips were slightly parted, and she whispered, "Amnesia?"

Ji Liunian looked at her and just smiled lightly, then stretched out his hands to her, waiting for her to get up.

Amy stared at the big hands with even knuckles and slender phalanges, which were about ten centimeters away from her.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly and she could clearly see the palm prints on those hands, very solid and clean lines.

Probably the cleanest and most empowering hand she had ever seen.

It seemed that if she didn't pass her hands over, those hands would stay there forever, refusing to withdraw.

For some reason, Amy handed her her hand up.

The man's palm is warm, and his eyes are also gentle when he looks at her, like a pair of old people who have gone through the years, with rippling love.

A warm feeling flashed across Amy's heart, like a brook under the warm sunshine in spring.

She was stunned for a moment, lifted her pink lips and moaned lightly, "I'm messing around with you like this, do I feel sorry for my fiancé?"

Ji Liunian was amused by the woman's words, he smiled brightly and his eyes sparkled.

He looked into the woman's clear and shallow black eyes, and said softly: "I think your first worry is how to win my forgiveness, huh?"

Amy pouted, and followed the man's footsteps towards the door, she said, "Forgive? Are you so sure that I am your dead wife?"

Ji Liunian looked slightly sideways at her dark eyes, and said in a low voice: "I said, I never do business at a loss, and the same is true for women. Even if you are not, I just need someone to spend the rest of my life with." The mother of the child. So, it’s not bad for me to hug, and it’s comfortable to kiss, why should I let it go and let other men take advantage of it.”

Amy was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes, and only uttered one syllable: "You..."

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