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Chapter 132 Such a Strange Memory (1)

Mo Shaohua's eyes were tightly locked on Mo Xiaoli, watching her nimbly approaching him, without making a sound, he only saw her bare feet when he looked down, he felt himself trembling uncontrollably, There was also a trill in the voice he made, he called her: "Xiaoli..."

　"You're awake." He practiced this sentence countless times, each time, each time he said it so perfectly and so naturally, but at this moment he felt that everything was so superfluous, and he only said three words. No more sound.

"You..." Shouldn't you be calling me A Li?

Mo Xiaoli frowned more and more, but she still didn't say that sentence, maybe her memory was a little confused.

"Let's have breakfast." Mo Shaohua bowed his head, a servant brought over another glass of milk, and he picked it up to drink lightly.

Mo Xiaoli scratched his head and said, "Did you stop drinking coffee in the morning?"

"What?" Mo Shaohua asked in surprise.

Mo Xiaoli blinked his eyes in confusion, and said hesitantly, "I, I remember, you used to like to drink a cup of coffee in the morning."

Mo Shaohua's hand holding the milk cup tightened again and then loosened again, he smiled softly, touched Mo Xiaoli's ear-level short hair lightly and said: "Xiaoli, you just woke up, you probably remember Wrong, I never liked drinking coffee in the morning, it's not good for my health."

"Oh." Mo Xiaoli bit his thumb, rolled his big watery eyes and said, "But I don't really like these buttered breads."

Then she said with a little disgust, "Hey, it looks so disgusting."

Mo Shaohua was startled, and then asked a little funny: "Then what do you want to eat?"

"Buns, side dishes, and porridge." After a pause, he added: "Chicken shredded porridge."

Mo Shaohua's eyes darkened, and he smiled again, "Then you have to wait, there are no Chinese food materials here."

His every move, every frown and smile are full of nobility and elegance, but Mo Xiaoli always feels strange, but no matter how he thinks about it, he can't remember what's going on.

She was sitting alone at the table waiting for breakfast to be served. Mo Shaohua went upstairs to make a phone call. As soon as the phone was connected, he immediately asked, "Augus, are you kidding me? Did you lose your memory a bit?"

"Really?" August smiled happily, "Isn't this exactly what you want?"

"Get out." Mo Shaohua kicked a pot of flowers beside his feet, because the pot was too big, and the pot didn't shake a little bit, his feet started to hurt, his brows and eyes were full of melancholy, There is an indescribable beauty.

"Lan, do you know what kind of habits can be formed in three years?" August on the other end of the phone spoke again, "Do you think she will still be the same as before?"

Mo Shaohua felt chills in his body, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you mean? Did you tamper with her medicine?"

"Haha...you think highly of me." Although August is an American, he can speak fluent Chinese, which is why Mo Shaohua became friends with him from the very beginning.

"I don't have that kind of ability. She just has certain memories that she doesn't want to remember. This kind of amnesia is called selective amnesia, do you understand?" August explained to Mo Shaohua on the phone, after thinking for a while, he said: "How about I go and see her now?"

"Well, come here." After Mo Shaohua finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and when he went downstairs, Mo Xiaoli's breakfast had already been served, and she was sitting there alone, eating with great relish.

(End of this chapter)