cuddling in his arms

Chapter 134 Such a Strange Memory ([-])

The man came in and sat at the dining table and asked, "Lan, do you have my breakfast?"

Mo Shaohua said angrily, "No."

"Discriminatory treatment." The man yelled with reluctance.

Mo Xiaoli tilted his head to look at him, then poked the muscles on his chest with his fingers, and said weakly, "It's actually real? It's really strong."

And in her memory, there was also a firm and warm chest, but it didn't look like any of the two men standing in front of her now.

"Ms. Mo, hello, I'm August." He whispered into Mo Xiaoli's ear and said, "Your savior."

"is it?"

"Yes."

"is it?"

"Yes."

Mo Xiaoli kept asking if it was true, he kept answering, and finally realized that something was wrong.

"I don't believe it." Mo Xiaoli said.

"Don't believe me." August said angrily.

"Come on up." Mo Shaohua watched the two bickering thoughtfully, then went upstairs, and called out to August who was standing by the dining table sullenly.

August followed him up, Mo Xiaoli tilted his head to look at them and asked Fenfen and Fangfang next to him, "Who is he?"

"He's Doctor August, he really saved you," Fangfang said.

"Oh."

"Xiao Li, you come up too." Mo Shaohua stood in the corridor upstairs and looked down condescendingly at the three girls downstairs who were whispering something.

Mo Shaohua had never seen Mo Xiaoli when he was young. They met when Mo Xiaoli's father died. She was 13 years old, and he was 15 years old. An Ziqing's head, Mo Xiaoli, was five years old. An Ziqing had always been the big brother when he was still a party of three, but Mo Xiaoli had never been the little sister. He had never seen her smile so brightly, or fight with others so mischievously. After talking, she has been hiding herself so well, so there is no sense of existence, just like the mural on the wall, dispensable.

Mo Xiaoli came up wearing slightly oversized slippers, Mo Shaohua reached out and rubbed the broken hair on her forehead with a gentle smile.

August did a comprehensive inspection for Xiaoli, "everything is normal." He shrugged and looked at Mo Shaohua and said.

Mo Shaohua watched Mo Xiaoli play with a plush toy heartily, he was a little dazed, he called her: "Xiaoli."

"Ah?" Mo Xiaoli looked up, eyes blurred.

"Do you remember who I am?" Mo Shaohua asked again.

Mo Xiaoli scratched his head, thought for a long time and said: "You are probably my husband, I don't remember your name, but I remember everything we were together, and I still remember the many gifts you gave me, There are so many."

Mo Xiaoli opened his arms and gestured while talking.

Mo Shaohua sat on the chair with a pale face, and he said, "I haven't, I haven't given you many gifts."

"Oh, you're going out, am I a doctor or are you a doctor?" August pushed Mo Shaohua out.But Mo Shaohua grabbed the clothes on his chest and asked fiercely: "What is selective amnesia? Who did she choose to forget?"

August patted his hand and stammered, "Let go first, let go, I'll take care of this."

Mo Shaohua flung off his skirt fiercely, and went downstairs a little decadently.

August re-entered the room, seeing that Mo Xiaoli was still playing happily alone, his blue eyes rolled around and asked: "Mo Xiaoli, do you still remember Mo Shaohua?"

(End of this chapter)