She Quit the Air Bag

Confused very confused.

How could they possibly know what the mother didn't eat? As for allergies, the mother certainly wouldn't eat it, and they didn't even know it.

Another question that can only be guessed.

Wang Jingyu gave up on himself: "Winter melon."

"Green pepper."

Ning Chuxia's expression visibly darkened: "I especially like to eat winter melon and green peppers... Didn't you hear what I was asking?"

The two could no longer defend themselves, and Ning Chuxia was still asking.

"By the way, I have followed the three or four-year medical report, and I have found that one place is uncomfortable. What is it?"

"I... what school did your dad and I graduate from?"

"What's my favorite thing to wear?"

"What color do I like?"

…

She retreated again and again, and the "difficulty" of the question dropped sharply. Ning Chuxia's questions were all things that should be known in the relationship between parents and children who are usually good friends.

Faced with the silence of the two, Ning Chuxia asked again, "You don't know this, so you always know about your father's death date, right? He hasn't left for a few years yet."

"..." All the two of them could give was silence.

In the end, I couldn't guess, I guessed 100% wrong, and even stepped on thunder - for example, when I answered my mother's favorite color, they both said the color my mother didn't like. Such an answer is no different from not answering. .

But this question does not seem to be very good to talk about.

Wang Jingya hesitated: "June 23rd?" She remembered always being in school.

Wang Jingyu didn't have similar criteria for judgment. He couldn't wait to find an excuse to go to the toilet to check the ticket he had booked. He gave up and replied, "Around June 20." Well, the scope is expanded, maybe he can get it?

"No, it's July 22."

Ning Chuxia looked at the two with a cold expression: "I've confirmed it now, our relationship is definitely not good, it's not just me and you, Lao Wang should also be bad with you."

"Mom, you really misunderstood. How can a few questions explain?" Wang Jingyu was extremely embarrassed. Grandma He's son and two other brain experts stood by and watched for a while, and he was embarrassed to death.

Ning Chuxia didn't waver: "It doesn't mean anything, but at least it means that you don't care about me and your father at all, and you don't even know our personal basic situation, how are we, when is our birthday, what we like to eat and what we can't eat, love What clothes to wear and what colors do you like... None of you know about these, and you can't even answer your father's death anniversary."

"I think, I shouldn't have a relationship with a child who is so indifferent and doesn't care about me and Pharaoh."

This logic is reasonable and smooth and difficult to refute.

Looking at the approval even from the hospital bed next door, with an expression that they were trying to deceive people by taking advantage of their memory loss, Wang Jingyu and Wang Jingya wanted to dig a hole and run away. For a while, they couldn't think of any example. It shows that they actually have a good relationship with their mother.