Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

However, Xing Rushi is dead, and Li Muran is also dismissive of Qin Ranran. Unless Xing Rushi is revived, she really can't think of anyone who can become her strong enemy.

Drawing back to my mind, I looked up at the window. Summer has come, and the evening wind is blowing in from the window. It's very comfortable.

The clear and sharp sound of cicadas comes in from the window lattice along the wind. It is clear that the noise that used to make people feel headache is much more pleasant than the uniform pace of the bodyguards downstairs.

Originally, she was going to leave New York today, but she was stopped by Fu Ma's people, saying that she had something to tell her tonight.

On weekdays, she would not take it seriously. However, recently, Fu Ma's concern for her so-called friend has greatly exceeded her expectation, and there is a faint feeling in her heart that this matter should have something to do with her friend.

Thinking of this, she put her thoughts back, and heard a regular knock on the door, three neat sounds, even the interval between the time is not too big gap.

"Madam, please come down."

She should know, eyebrows slightly twist, get up, stand up, strode upstairs down.

As soon as she got to the stairs, she saw the woman sitting next to fu MA in the hall downstairs. She was wearing a white dress with long hair around her waist. She didn't take care of her hair too much. She was just casually scattered behind her, with a sense of tranquility all over her body.

The name of a person suddenly shrank in her mind and seemed to be a wrinkle in her eyes.

However, she soon denied her absurd idea that a person who had died for four years could not have appeared in front of her. Moreover, the police in H city also showed the evidence that the corpse was a poem.

It seemed that she wanted to find an answer to comfort herself. Her steps on her feet were much faster than just now, but when she came to her back, she stopped abruptly.

Hearing the movement behind her, the woman in white slowly turned her head and looked at her. There was no emotion in her eyes, no joy or sadness, and even no fluctuation. She just looked at her as if she were looking at a stranger.

"Hello."

Cold rain's eyes flashed a trace of strange color, fu MA looked at the scene in front of her eyes, then shook her head slightly invisible, and her eyes flashed a trace of loss.

She can't hear it wrong. This voice is clearly a sentence like a poem. No doubt, how can a person who has died for four years appear here and seems to have lost his memory?

Thinking of this, she can't help but look at the side of fu MA, aware of her inquiry look, she slightly a little bit distressed to see the people sitting on their side, slowly out.

"You're right. I was the one who saved her four years ago, but she was so sad because she lost her child that she didn't have the consciousness of survival. She slept in bed for nearly three years. She didn't wake up until a year ago, and she didn't have the memory before."

Leng Qingyu felt that such a thing was incredible. However, since she had saved her life, why did she secretly take her away? What's more, she made everyone think she was dead? She and Li Muran are not heart to heart? Wouldn't it be better to give her to him?

Although she didn't understand the reason why fu MA didn't do it, she didn't care. For her, as long as she didn't contact Li Muran, it was a great good thing.

"Aunt Ling, did the doctor say when she will recover her memory?"

For the change of her look, fu MA didn't see it. She just chose to ignore it out of her guilt. After a moment's silence, she still shook her head.

Since she wakes up, she has been looking for numerous experts to cure her illness. All she gets is a helpless sigh. Even if Hua Tuo is alive, she can only do nothing for a person who does not want to think about the past.

When she got the affirmative answer, Leng Qingyu was more and more happy. She also agreed to let Xing Rushi recuperate here.

Time is like a fleeting moment. In a twinkling of an eye, Xing Rushi has been living in this villa for a whole month.

Her words were very few, and the smile that used to hang on her face was all restrained, leaving only a expressionless face.

Pushing open the heavy door, Leng Qingyu walked in. Looking at Xing Rushi, sitting in front of the huge European French window, with a brush in his hand, drawing on the canvas, a trace of irony flashed through his eyes.

Who can think of Xing Rushi, who was once known as the one with the ability to compete with Li Muran. At this time, he not only lost his memory, but also had some symptoms of autism. He trapped himself in a world of nothingness and painted the scenery in front of the window all day long.

She walked to her back, her side placed a palette, in front of the painting board is the scenery outside the window, emerald green Changchun Teng climbed up the dry trees, looked like a dead wood in spring from afar.

Xing Rushi obviously didn't notice her coming. Her brush sometimes added some color to it. In the corner she didn't notice, there was a bench with five shadows.