Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 757 She Has No Memory

The first thing she picked up was a delicate little photo album with a beautiful pink cover.

As the cover was opened, the first thing that fell into sight was a beautiful and clear smiling face.

The woman in the photo has a rippling smile and a smile called happiness in the corner of her eyes. She looks at the child on the swing with soft eyes...

...

Amy's heart felt inexplicably sour, and she was very uncomfortable.

She probably forced to look at a few more photos, and finally her eyes fell on a photo with a ward in the background.

The man was cold and charming like a prince of ice, he was lying there quietly in a blue hospital gown, the girl looked at him with a faint smile, her eyes could not hide the deep affection.

...

Amy knew that if she didn't really love each other, she wouldn't have such an affectionate gaze.

...

It was only at this moment that she roughly understood the reason why Xiao Baozi mistook her and the man's crazy behavior towards her.

They were right, the woman in the photo looked very similar to her, from eyebrows to body shape, they were almost exactly the same, only the look and charm in the eyes seemed to be a little different.

...

Amy's hand holding the photo album was stiff and uncomfortable. In fact, she was more or less touched in her heart.

She is a person without memory, she has forgotten the past.

if…

If behind those forgotten things, there is really this father and son...

So, how much truth and falsehood is mixed with her current identity and family status?

And the fiancé who said he loved her, how many entanglements were involved...

Amy's heart sank and sank deeply. When she closed the photo album, her eye sockets were sore.

When she put the photo album back and was about to close the storage box, her gaze fell shallowly on a small delicate velvet gift box.

The box surface is very beautiful, embroidered with an unknown pattern.

Probably because she was really obsessed with ghosts, when she reached out to pick up the small box and was about to open it, a sinister voice slammed behind her, scaring her so much that her marriage was about to break up.

"Miss Amy, isn't it too much to read other people's privacy so recklessly without the owner's consent?"

Amy's hands trembled with guilt, and the box rolled into the inner drawer, and it took a few rounds of twists and turns before it settled down.

She originally wanted to explain something, but she thought that her behavior was really rude, so she didn't explain anymore.

She turned and stood up as the man walked towards her carrying a tray.

The white porcelain bowl was emitting clear heat, and as the man approached, the fragrance of rice fat lingered in her breath for an instant.

Amy, who was already hungry, couldn't help swallowing a few times.

Ji Liunian placed the tray on the table, turned slightly and sneered at the woman, "I'm curious what's in the box, huh?"

Amy felt like she'd been bitten and bitten by a man, and probably nothing worse would ever happen.

She smiled softly from the bottom of her heart, casually twirling the strap of the towel with her pale fingers, her appearance was so charming and charming.

The whole small face was flushed with a blush after the fever subsided, and it was tender and charming, which made people's hearts move.

The man stopped half a step away from her, his beautiful finger bones tapped on the table, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips.

He half leaned on the table behind him, with a cool and lazy voice, "Actually, it's not a secret. If you want to read it, you can open it. I don't mind!"

Amy felt that food and clothing for her stomach were more important than the little curiosity in her heart.

She looked away slightly from the man's handsome face and landed on the millet porridge surrounded by white smoke, and a slight smile melted on the corner of her lips.

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(End of this chapter)