President uncle, don't come close

Now the man is standing in front of her, but there is no tenderness or doting in his eyes except strangeness and indifference... Ling Moqin tried to find something from Sheng Huaizhe's eyes, but finally failed.

She looked away from him for fear that she would be sad if she continued to look.

"Did you really live here before?"

Sheng Huaizhe remembered what Sheng Zhuwen had just said on the phone. She said that Ling Moqin was the hostess of the house. She used to live with him

He saw the swing and lazy sofa in the yard when he came back from the hospital. Although he couldn't remember when it was, he wouldn't be stupid enough to think that the old man arranged it. Because the swing and sofa look a little old. It already existed there a long time ago.

Just why can't he remember at all? Sheng Huaizhe thought bitterly. If the woman in front of him really lived with him, if he really loved her before, and she even gave birth to a child for him... Why didn't he have any impression?

All kinds of traces seem to overthrow his self righteousness. He seems to be beating his face constantly. While protesting, he is silently convinced by more facts... Sheng Huaizhe doesn't know what kind of mentality he should continue to maintain. Now he just wants to follow his heart... Yes, let it be!

"What do you think?"

Ling Moqin looked into his eyes and felt sorry for the confusion in his eyes. This feeling should be very uncomfortable, right? It is clearly her own home, but there are things and memories that she can't remember... She suddenly felt that she was giving Sheng Huaizhe pain and forcing him to face up to the past she didn't want to go back to

Is she right? What if Sheng Huaizhe really doesn't want to go back? Or what if he really hates her? Will he forgive her then? Forgive her selfishness. She said to leave. Now she said to break in. She didn't get his consent every time.

"I... I don't know."

There was a trace of pain in Sheng Huaizhe's voice. He really didn't know. The traces in the villa told him that he must have lost a memory. Maybe they didn't deceive him. He did lose his memory... And the woman in front of him was the past he didn't think about.

"At that time, I already had a smile... But for a while, you were so busy that you didn't have time to eat with me or take a walk with me."

Ling Moqin closed her eyes and recalled the sweet loneliness in the past... Although Sheng Huaizhe didn't have time to accompany her, she felt full every day, because she knew that Xiaoxiao was always with her in her stomach.

Sheng Huaizhe followed Ling Moqin's voice and his eyes fell on her, her face, her closed eyes... Her expression looked sweet and painful... Is that the memory related to him? What makes her feel sweet and what makes her feel painful?

"One day, you suddenly asked someone to install this swing for me, and then bought me a lazy sofa... Just because I said it was boring and I said my waist began to be a little sour."

The beloved memories poured into Ling Moqin's heart like a flood that opened the gate. The radian of Ling Moqin's mouth became larger and larger. When she thought of the past, she could still feel the sweetness and expectation at that time... At that time, she was thinking about the baby in her stomach and looking forward to the life of a family of three in the future

"Then why did you leave me?"

Sheng Huaizhe felt the sweetness and pain in Ling Moqin's tone. He thought there was no way to pretend. If he hadn't experienced it personally, how could Ling Moqin behave so uncomfortable

He wanted to know why they would separate if he loved her so deeply as she said? Why did Ling Moqin leave him with the baby in his stomach? And why, he still doesn't want to think of that past

Sheng Huaizhe's thoughts are very confused. He wants to know all this, and he is afraid that his expectations are too high... What grudges and grudges does his past have with Ling Moqin? Why did he hate her so much that he didn't want to remember her, even his own daughter.

"I... at that time, I was too young and had strong self-esteem..."

Ling Moqin didn't know how to talk about her mood at that time. The reason why she left Sheng Huaizhe was the accumulation of many things and finally broke out... Did she want to tell him because they couldn't love at that time? Is it because they don't trust each other?

"Even if I don't want to say, I can't remember. It's probably because I don't want to remember."

Seeing Ling Moqin hesitating, Sheng Huaizhe was a little upset. He really hates this out of tune feeling. Everyone knows his past, except himself... And Ling Moqin's current attitude is still conservative. She doesn't want to tell him? But why? Sheng Huaizhe has more doubts in his heart

"I don't want to say it. Next time, when I have a better chance, I will naturally say it."

Ling Moqin was a little sad because of his impatience. Maybe she's just a stranger to him now... But doesn't he even have the patience to listen to a story? Or did he feel that everything she said was unimportant in the past? None of this means anything to him

Sheng Huaizhe didn't speak and stood where he was. Time and air seemed to be static. Except for the children's song of the Trojan horse, the sound in the yard suddenly disappeared

After a century, Ling Moqin saw that Sheng Huaizhe finally moved. She thought he was going to speak and was going to explain, but he strode away without looking at her.

"Xiao Xiao, I'm almost done. It's time to go in and take a bath and eat."

Sheng Huaizhe came to Sheng Xiaoxiao's Trojan horse. He didn't look at Ling Moqin and didn't say anything... There was a sullen feeling in his heart. He could only talk to Sheng Xiaoxiao. He was afraid that as soon as he spoke to Ling Moqin, he couldn't help exposing his impatience and was afraid that what he said would hurt her

Looking at Sheng Huaizhe's natural and unrestrained back and refusing her thousands of miles away, Ling Moqin was a little sad. She thought there would be some progress today... At least, he already knew that they used to live together, didn't he? And the good times she just said... Just, I'm afraid she's the only one who misses them?

Did he really forget all this? Really can't remember at all? Ling Moqin felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to shout out