After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 91
The jade hands that are as tender as green onions are soft and weak, and the bronze-colored big hands have distinct joints and bulging veins. When the two hands are joined together, there is a violent feeling of being imprisoned.

The wet kiss had already reached the snowy shoulders, and just about to go down, Qi Cun seemed to remember something, and finally raised his head.

Qiao Yuan stared at his slightly bloodshot eyes, slightly startled.

Click.

A thin silver bracelet wrapped with red thread was worn on Snow's wrist.

This bracelet seems to have been purposely remodeled, the circle has been enlarged, and the "Ping An Ruyi" in the middle looks a little distorted.

The silver bell on the top was fiddled with carelessly by the man, and the clear and crisp ringtone was very subtle, but at this moment it seemed to fill every corner, and there was nowhere to escape.

Qiao Yuan heard the man's deep and hoarse voice penetrate her ears.

"The property returns to its original owner."

Throwing a few pieces of fish food into the emerald lake surface attracted several koi to scramble for it, and the red tail fins swam in the water, like floating light jumping into gold.

It's been several days since I had that dream, and Qiao Yuan still hasn't been able to understand the meaning of the phrase "return everything to its original owner".

Does it mean that the silver bracelet originally belonged to her?

She doesn't have deep memories of her childhood, and she doesn't remember whether she had such a bracelet.

If it was really hers, how did it end up in Qicun's locker, or was it accidentally put in by the maid?

But the jewelry she wore when she was young has long been hidden at the bottom of the box, and the maid will not easily dig it out.

Children, keep them together, and return them to their original owners.

Qiao Yuan held her pink cheeks, thoughtfully.

It seems that there is only one key clue missing, and these can be connected.

When Da Zhuang came over with the iced mung bean soup that his wife loved to drink, he immediately saw the beauty standing in the pavilion.

Even the best court painters could not draw such stunning beauty. The flowing clouds on the lotus-colored brocade skirt reflected in the water are extremely beautiful.

The beauty seemed to be troubled by something. She frowned and tilted her head, attracted by the lotus flowers by the pool.

The pavilion was built next to the pool. There was originally a railing on the side near the water, but it happened to be broken yesterday and there was no time to repair it. It remained precariously in its original state.

So the beauty standing by the railing, leaning forward to pick lotus flowers, seemed very dangerous.

There was a bang in Da Zhuang's head, and a few images flashed like a flying horse.

The deep lake water glowed with icy cold light, violent waves, and the rippling blue hair was like smoke and mist, intertwined in the water, and finally fixed on a face that was covered by hair but still glowing with halo.

The body seemed to still have that kind of chaotic fear, and the heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand and squeezed hard.

Before her delicate white fingers touched the lotus, an iron arm came across her waist.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were surprised. Before he could speak, he was hugged and quickly moved away from the water's edge. He was not let down until he retreated a certain distance.

Her breathing was rapid, and she felt the body against her back shaking almost invisible.

At this time, Qiao Yuan didn't remember anything about the silver bracelet. She turned around and faced the face with fear still between her eyebrows.

The man who had always been strong and strong had pale lips, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Qiao Yuan was taken aback, and ignored the big hand still on his waist, touched his face, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

The distance between the two is very close, and those bright watery eyes are close at hand, like water grapes, filled with undisguised concern.

The trembling body miraculously calmed down under such eyes, Da Zhuang just wanted to speak, only to find that his throat was unreasonably tight.

There was a gentle touch on his forehead, it was Madam wiping his sweat.

Da Zhuang closed his eyes, buried his head on his wife's shoulder, and hugged her tightly.

Qiao Yuan was not in a hurry, and waited until the breathing on the side of his neck gradually calmed down. After a while, he heard a muffled sound.

"The railing is broken."

Just now Qiao Yuan thought it was something when he looked nervous, but now he breathed a sigh of relief, "I know."

She was not a child, so she naturally noticed the broken railing, so she grabbed the pavilion pillars when picking lotus flowers to prevent herself from falling.

Qiao Yuan patted the man on the back, just about to push him away.

"I thought I saw someone drowning."

What he said was a bit strange, but Qiao Yuan realized it all at once, thinking that he fell into the lake before and was rescued by Qi Cun, he felt guilty and happy.

"What do you remember?"

Da Zhuang's eyes were confused, he held his forehead and was in a daze for a while, "I don't know."

He tried his best to recall the woman's face, but he couldn't see clearly, and when he thought about it again, dense pain arose in his head.

Qiao Yuan hurriedly took off his hand, "That's all, forget it if you can't remember. Just take your time."

It's stupid enough now, don't make any more problems.

Da Zhuang came over slowly, and his chest felt soft. Only then did he realize that the two of them were still hugging each other, and he quickly let go of his hand around the lady's waist.

Qiao Yuan didn't care, and gently smoothed the wrinkles on the clothes.

Da Zhuang glanced at his wife and saw her thin white fingertips touching her chest and skirt. The tips of her ears turned red and he quickly looked away.

This incident inspired Qiao Yuan. She remembered that the doctor said that she could take Qicun to experience a familiar environment, which might help restore his memory.

But before she could come up with any plan, she received an invitation.

It was the birthday banquet hosted by Princess Yirong.

Qiao Yuan was Princess Yirong's companion when she was a child. The two had a good relationship at that time, but they had less contact over the years, but she couldn't refuse the special invitation.

Princess Yirong lost her husband a few years ago, and now she lives alone in the huge princess mansion. She loves to be lively and often holds banquets of various names. The princess mansion is also decorated with carved beams and paintings.

Qiao Yuan didn't expect to meet Qiao Jia here, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. Just as he was about to walk away, he was caught in the eye.

Qiao Jia was previously released to Zhuangzi. After Qiao Yuan's mother went to live in Jingxin Nunnery, Qiao Jia didn't know what she was doing, but she let Aunt Zhao blow the pillow wind into Qiao's father's ears and took Qiao Jia home.

"elder sister."

Qiao Yuan pretended not to hear it.

Qiao Jia had no choice but to say something she was interested in: "Sister, father has agreed to sign the divorce agreement."

As expected, Qiao Yuan stopped, turned around, her skirt was flowing, and her waist was slim: "Seriously?"

Qiao Jia pushed the wheelchair closer and looked up at her: "I heard that Aunt Zhao put a lot of effort into it."

When Qiao's mother was in charge of the family, the house rules were strict, and Aunt Zhao was suppressed for decades. Now that she has a chance to get rid of this shrewd mistress, she has to work hard.

Even if the new mistress enters the house, she will not be able to control the Qiao family in a short period of time. She can gain a lot of benefits from it.

Qiao Yuan doesn't care what other people's motives are, as long as the result is what she wants to see.

She was happy for her mother in her heart, and her face showed a bit of relaxation. She flicked the handkerchief on her hand and said, "Sister Qiao has difficulty moving, but her mind is quite active."

Qiao Jia grabbed her sleeve carefully: "Even if father and mother reconcile, I will still be your sister."

There was a sense of grievance on her face, as if she was saddened by Qiao Yuan's avoidant attitude.

Qiao Yuan was in a good mood now and was too lazy to argue with her.

The maid led the two of them to the place where the banquet was held, passing a rockery, but heard a child crying.

(End of this chapter)