cuddling in his arms

Chapter 133 Such a Strange Memory (2)

Mo Shaohua approached her lightly, it seemed that things were different there, he gently caged her hair with his fingers, Mo Xiaoli raised his head and said, "Husband, do you know how to make shredded chicken porridge?"

Mo Shaohua didn't have time to take back the hand that was still on her ear, he froze there, as if being struck by an electric shock, she, what did she call him just now?
"What did you say?" Mo Shaohua asked in a daze.

Mo Xiaoli was also taken aback, she didn't know why, the word 'husband' came out so smoothly, did she call him that way before?She doesn't remember, many things seem to remember, but also seem to not remember.

It's blurry like looking at flowers through fog.

Fenfen and Fangfang stood by the table, they looked at each other without speaking.

Mo Shaohua held Mo Xiaoli's hand and asked excitedly, "Xiaoli, do you know who I am?"

"Uh." Mo Xiaoli opened his big round eyes and said it as a matter of course, "Isn't it him? I remember that we have always lived together, and I remember all your habits."

Mo Shaohua leaned on the back of the chair she was sitting on, and slowly clenched it tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled.

For a long time, he looked at her, his starry eyes narrowed slightly, but his face was calm and breezy. He slowly stretched out his right hand, and approached her cheek little by little. With such a serious expression, they were getting closer and closer, breathing It can be heard that for a moment, Mo Xiaoli thought he was going to kiss her, and the corners of her lips that were still curved just now froze. She stared blankly at him, watching his next move.

She didn't know why, but she was very resistant to his approach, almost to the point of fear.

Obviously, they have lived together for such a long time, why there is such a reaction, Mo Xiaoli feels that he is getting more and more confused.

And the kiss she thought did not fall, Mo Shaohua just stretched out his index finger, and carefully wiped off the soup on the corner of her mouth.

"Dirty," he said.

Mo Xiaoli smiled awkwardly, and then choked out two words, "Thank you!"

The two sat silently, Mo Xiaoli looked down at his bare feet, then stood up, rubbing his feet against each other, Mo Shaohua saw it too, he smiled gently and decently, and asked: "Is it cold? "

"Cold." Mo Xiaoli always spoke honestly like this.

The next two words in her memory should be 'deserved', but there was nothing.

Mo Shaohua walked around the dining table, went to the door and took a pair of cotton slippers, bent down and placed them at Mo Xiaoli's feet, then stood up straight and took a step back.

It seemed that many things were different from her memory. She remembered that he should have picked her up, but he just brought her slippers, so polite and gentle as jade.

In front of her was a pair of brown slippers, very pure color, without any patterns, let alone any decorations.

"Why don't you take my pair of pink slippers with bears?" Mo Xiaoli raised his head and asked in a daze.

"Xiaoli..." When Mo Shaohua was thinking about how to explain, a very delicious voice sounded at the door, uh, that voice was not enchanting, cold, or deep, but it made people want to listen to it. The feeling of eating, so it can only be said to be delicious.

The voice said, "Because your slippers are broken and thrown away."

Mo Xiaoli swallowed his saliva and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am your benefactor." The owner of that voice spoke again, and a man came in from the door, a tall man who looked like a foreigner, with a high nose bridge and blue eyes. With fair skin, he is no different from ordinary Americans, but he speaks Chinese with a perfect accent.

(End of this chapter)