Evil Young Army: Girl, you've been arrested!

Chapter 359 Like a Psychopath

In the eyes of Mo Ziyan, who was on the side, that pitiful look made his heart ache, as if his whole heart was being grabbed by one hand and twisted hard.

Even Xu Shaowei and Yi Chenhao on one side had distressed expressions on their faces, and they wished they could hold this poor little boy in their arms and comfort them.

"Okay, Daddy will take you to find Mommy."

Hugging Yuanyuan in his arms with one hand, and hugging Gun Gun, who was watching eagerly there, with the other hand, Rong Chi coaxed repeatedly.

"Your mommy is in a bad mood right now. She just went out to relax. It's not that she doesn't want Yuanyuan and Gungun, but it's inconvenient to take Yuanyuan and Gunroll with her."

"She will come back later, so Yuanyuan and Gungun have to be obedient and don't cry, do you understand?"

"really?"

Yuanyuan was still crying there, terribly sad.

"Of course, when has Daddy ever lied to someone?"

Seeing Yuanyuan's sad look, Rong Chi kissed her on the cheek.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, if you cry again, you will be a little cat, Yuanyuan is your sister, Gun Gun is watching from the side, he is not crying, if Yuan Yuan keeps crying, Gun Gun will laugh at her sister again ,kindness?"

"En." Although tears were still streaming down her face, Yuanyuan nodded obediently.

Mo Ziyan watched the two children get close to Rong Chi, and then thought of Misu's expression just now, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

He never thought that his love for her would be less than anyone else's, but he was afraid that if he kept trying to get her back to his side, such an approach would be too selfish and would hurt her at that time.

No, it should be said that she has been hurt, right?
The peaceful life that should have been disrupted because of his appearance.

The memories she kept talking about, the past she was talking about, were incomprehensible to her, and for her now, they did not exist in her memory.

He really didn't want to make things like this.

He thought that three years had passed, and he persisted in the belief that she was still alive for three years, and now God had mercy on him and let him see her again.

Although he has lost his memory, he still exists and is still alive.

When he wants to see her, he can see a real person, instead of looking at photos or old things, thinking about her out of thin air.

He knew that for three years she had lived another life without him.

He didn't know if she was doing well.

But he knew clearly that if he forced all those memories and things into her head, it would be bad for her.

So no matter how much you miss, no matter how much you want to hold her tightly in your arms, no matter how much you want to make her remember what kind of existence he is to her, no matter how much you want to listen to her looking at herself tenderly , calling her husband affectionately...

He also has to endure.

I can't do it, watching another man standing beside her, forgetting about myself, smiling at that man, tenderly.

Pointing to him, he said that was her husband, and then rationally understood that the man treated her well, and then left gracefully.

But at least he can still wait patiently, use love and patience to move her little by little, and let her remember his existence.

But he didn't expect that things would develop like this in the end, and he was still a little bit lucky in his heart.

For him, things that were cruel and he couldn't bear to do were done and said for him by others. Even though he saw her greatly stimulated, there was still a trace of gratitude in his heart.

Secretly hoping, thinking, maybe in this case, the time for her to remember him will be shortened a bit?
Even if I haven't completely remembered him yet, at least when I see him again, I won't have such doubts. The guarded eyes are like sharp knives piercing his heart...

Is it selfish?

Is it his selfishness at work?
However, even if this is the case, what can be done?

Let her hate him.

For him, remembering him with hatred is less uncomfortable than ignoring his existence completely.

On the other side, Misu fled desperately.

Walking aimlessly on the main road.

After running, the body walked subconsciously.

Staring blankly at the crowds coming and going, of different skin colors, different races, or walking together, or in groups of three or four...

She was alone, and those eyes were not confused like hers, but had clear goals, unlike hers who didn't even know her own name.

I don't know who I am.

Only her.

It's like being abandoned by the world, no, it's like she's abandoned the world.

This world has the memory of her existence, but she has no memory of her existence in this world.

Maybe there was, when she saw the world for the first time after waking up.

When he finally accepted him, after experiencing pain and giving birth to two children.

She felt that her lost memories could be accumulated slowly from now on.

But now, she was not convinced.

She is not sure whether the memories of these three years are real or not.

She was not sure whether the man who kept saying that she was his wife and that he loved her very, very much loved her as much as he said.

She was even more unsure whether what the person who let her listen to like a story told was true.

Her husband was not the man she had lived with for three years, but another man.

She has another family, other friends, and other relatives...

Even now, she was almost not sure whether what she experienced just now, what she saw now, and what happened in the past three years was real.

Or is it all false?

Laughter, unconsciously appeared on the face, from the first light smile, to the final laugh, and finally, the crazy laugh.

He couldn't stop laughing, but tears also ran out.

Crying and laughing, standing in the middle of the road, the passing crowd has turned into phantoms, and their faces cannot be seen clearly.

Harsh car horns, annoyed cursing, whispering discussions...

Suspicious eyes, probing eyes, eyes that treat aliens...

She looked like a monster in their eyes, but she herself felt like a mentally ill patient suffering from severe mental illness.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

She was laughing wildly, even though that delicate face was already wet with tears.

It was obviously a crowded road, but the people passing by deliberately kept a distance when they passed by her.

That kind of vigilance, as if to prevent a crazy alien from rushing up to bite her at any time, which is not good for herself, in the eyes of Misu, made her laugh louder and louder .

In the end, he squatted down and sat on the ground with his head buried between his arms, but he couldn't help crying.

(End of this chapter)