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"Mo Li, what's the situation? Does he have memory or no memory?"

"This, really can't see!"

"Don't say you can't see."

"From his current reaction, I think he has no memory. Think about it, if he has memory, can he always be so calm? Can he always chat with Nan Youjin like this? Can he bring his female partner over and let her leave a kiss on his face? If he wants to have memory, he will taboo Cheng Qingyao's mood and tolerance, so it's impossible to do this, so I think he is like him No previous memory. "

Wang Yuheng and Xia Linjie hide in the dark, not to answer the phone, but to better secretly observe Mo Li's every move. After observing for a long time, they couldn't find the problem at all, because Mo lizijin didn't ask Cheng Qingyao at all, and didn't secretly look for Cheng Qingyao's location with his eyes.

He has been very calm to chat, for a while with Nan Youjin and for a while with other friends. When we talk about happiness, we will smile faintly, or touch the wine glass and have a few drinks.

Wang Yuheng's voice came quietly again: "do you think he was pretending? Very calm? It doesn't matter? Pretending..."

"If you are pretending, how much concentration is needed to pretend like this? Think about it from another angle. If you are Mo Li, can you pretend that there is nothing? Can you pretend that there is no emotion? You should know that Mo Li loves her because he loves her. He can lose his memory. First, he has a head injury, and second, he is too sad to face the reality."

Wang Yuheng nodded. It made sense.

If he was Mo Li, he would definitely be able to fight with Nan Youjin. They all said that friends and wives should not be bullied. What is Nan Youjin? Not only the woman who married her, but also a child. Not to mention having a child, he is arrogant to hold a full moon wine.

Didn't you hit him in the face blatantly!

Really, it's his turn to do such a thing. If he can pack it for a while, he will definitely try his best to kill Nan Youjin. It's not enough to kill him!

"I'll have a look here. You go and talk to Mo Li. Don't have obvious motives. Just talk about Cheng Qingyao intentionally or unintentionally." Xia Linjie's high EQ and quick mind pushed Wang Yuheng out again.

Wang Yuheng pointed to his nose, which was hard to understand. Why is it him every time? Xia Linjie ignored him and waved to him to hurry up.

Wang Yuheng had no choice but to harden his head. When he passed by the waiter, he took a glass of red wine and pretended to be surprised. "Ah! Mo Li, you're here! When did you come? I thought you wouldn't come!"

Mo Li picked up his eyes, turned his head lazily and looked at him: "what's your opinion about coming late?"

"Don't dare, even if your uncle comes in the middle of the night, we will wait for you here." Wang Yuheng's flattering smile is beautiful, cheap and provocative.

Mo Li snorted coldly: "when you look back, remember to ask my uncle to go home and offer a good service. Kowtow three times a day to show your filial piety."

"... can we have fun? Are you kidding!"

"Boring!"

"If you play with me, you will be bored. Have you considered my feelings for me?"

"Thank you! I'm not gay!"

"..." Wang Yuheng was full of black lines, and he could make sure that his mood was really not affected, otherwise he wouldn't talk to him like this. So he approached again: "Have you seen Niannian? Do you want me to take you to play with her? Nan Youjin is not good at her baby. She refuses to take it down to show us. Xia Linjie and I still sneak upstairs to see it. The little guy is very beautiful and funny. She is totally different from your family Yao Yao. She is cute and doesn't want to. She can roll her eyes and spit bubbles. She has a big temper and doesn't say a word She cried when she was together. Nan Youjin said she was like Cheng Qingyao. She turned her face when she didn't agree. "

Wang Yuheng noticed as he spoke. Mo Li was calm, calm and calm. His eyes were calm. He was not affected by Niannian and Cheng Qingyao at all. It seemed that he was not talking about Cheng Qingyao, but someone else.

However, is this right? Should outsiders like Xia Linjie smile when they hear such news? Should they be a little happy or surprised or... In short, should they have a little expression?

Wang Yuheng didn't feel right. He felt that Mo Li's expression was a little too calm... If it was too calm, it would appear deliberate. It was just pretending, and pretending was his memory... Before he had time to think deeply, he suddenly saw Mo Li raise his glass and say hello to his acquaintances in the distance. At the same time, he said to him neither cold nor hot.

"Nan Youjin won't let him see it. There must be a reason why he won't let him see it. Why should we embarrass him? Why should we block his heart? A full moon child is a child no matter how fun it is. Besides, our two men suddenly ran to someone else's bedroom to see the children. What do you think it's like?"

Wang Yuheng's unclear thoughts were confused when he said so, and he didn't know whether he was pretending or true, because his explanation was comprehensive, fully justified, and indirectly showed that men and women were different... He was more unreasonable and more annoyed. He swept his hair in annoyance, stopped talking about Cheng Qingyao, and changed his mind to talk about other topics.

After talking about other topics for a while, Wang Yuheng picked up the topic again and continued to talk and read: "are you really not going to go up and have a look? If you don't go up, I'll go up and have a look alone. I plan to get married at the end of the year. If it goes well, I'll have a child. I want to know more about the child, so as not to be unprepared and unprepared."

"You go, I won't go." Mo Li turned expressionless and walked in. When he saw someone calling him, he stopped to chat with the man.

Wang Yuheng shrugged at Xia Linjie in the distance, saying there was no harvest, and then walked in the direction of the living room as agreed.

When he entered the living room, he listened to the cry of chanting, which was earth shaking and loud. Cheng Qingyao has been coaxing her. It is estimated that she can't coax her in the room, so she takes her to the empty aisle outside to coax her. The sound of coaxing is not light or heavy. It just reaches the downstairs living room. You can hear it. Cheng Qingyao is already a little unstable. There is a dumb choking sound in her voice.

"Nian Nian is good... Nian Nian don't cry... Nian Nian is scared. It's mom's fault. Mom apologizes to Nian Nian and forgives mom this time... Nian Nian doesn't cry, Nian Nian doesn't cry, and Nian Nian is the best..."

Wang Yuheng had no children, let alone coaxed them. Seeing her, he turned and walked out. Find nanyoujin chatting with the guests in the front left. He raised his voice and shouted: "nanyoujin, come quickly. Your family is crying again. Your wife can't coax it. It's estimated that she will cry with her soon."

Nan Youjin was so stiff that she couldn't take leave and ran inside.

Wang Yuheng was afraid of something wrong with Niannian crying. He ran inside with him and forgot to pay attention to Mo Li's reaction. At the same time, he told others not to follow in, so as not to be frightened by too many people.

However, Xia Linjie in the distance noticed that Mo Li was still that Mo Li, and there was still no response. He didn't even move a step in the direction of the living room. He continued to drink in place, one mouthful after another. When someone chatted with him, he would still say a polite word or two.

What the hell is this?

What the hell is this?

When things have come to this point, why does he always have this ghost expression?

Xia Linjie, like Wang Yuheng, completely doesn't understand and doesn't want to work hard... If he really loses his memory, it's hard to recover his memory... If he pretends, he can pretend too well and laments that he's not as good as

No!

No!

Xia Linjie came out of the dark, walked behind Mo Li and patted him on the shoulder. But he seemed to be greatly intimidated. He suddenly exerted his right hand and crushed all the wine glasses in his hand with a rattle. The broken glass was inserted into the meat, and the blood was rolling