Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

"Xue he, I haven't told you for a long time. Are you particularly curious about how aunt knows you live here?"

Xue Heyang's face full of tears seemed to ask Gu Qian why.

Gu Qian's smile was meaningful, "because this villa was selected for you by Qi Chen and me."

With a bang, Xue he's head seemed to explode.

"What did you say?" Xue he tightened his eyebrows.

"I've already said it." Gu Qian deliberately left Xue he a space for reverie.

Gu Qian and Han Qichen chose this villa for themselves. What does this mean.

No, it's absolutely impossible.

If what Gu Qian said is not true, how does she know she lives in this place.

"Xue he, in fact, Han Qichen doesn't love you as much as you think. How can a person who really loves you just forget you? Have you seriously thought about it?"

"What do you mean by that?" Xue he's voice trembled. In fact, she had thought of the answer she didn't want to believe.

"Qichen, he remembers me, his aunt and even all the people around him, but he only forgot you." Gu Qian said something against his heart without blinking.

Originally, the full heart seemed to be suddenly emptied and suffocated.

The sight in front of her suddenly blurred, and she could only vaguely see the figure in front of her.

"Impossible, this is impossible..." how could Han Qichen just forget himself.

"It's because it's not so important, so there's no need to remember with heart, or he just doesn't want to remember at all." Gu Qian suddenly accentuated his tone.

Xue he stumbled a few steps with unstable center of gravity and nearly fell to the ground.

"Madam, are you all right?"

Xue he held aunt Cui's hand tightly and his body trembled violently.

According to Gu Qian, he didn't remember himself because he didn't think he was so important. Maybe he didn't forget himself at all, but just pretended not to know him.

No, it must not be like this. Han Qichen looked at himself in a very strange way on the party day. So he must have lost his memory, which Xue he firmly believes.

"You're lying. It's not like what you said." Xue he clenched his fist and seemed to cheer himself up silently in his heart.

"Then why don't you ask Qi Chen face to face? You ask him if he has forgotten you." Gu Qian sighed lightly at the tip of his nose, and the corners of his mouth were full of banter.

She straightened up and left smartly.

Xue he's body was shaking. Tears soon wet her clothes and ran down her neck.

My heart is twisted like a knife, and my heart is hysterical.

"Madam, don't cry any more, sir. He's not like that. You have to believe that Sir must care about you." Aunt Cui tried to calm Xue he, but the more she comforted Xue he, the more she cried.

Xue he felt that his legs were slowly losing strength, as if his whole body was gradually losing strength.

Her body is slipping a little. She looks like an old cloth doll discarded by others.

Xue he sat on the ground, curled up slowly and hugged himself tightly.

Because of extreme sadness and sadness, Xue he's sobbing lasted a long time before she stopped, perhaps because she had no strength to cry.

Aunt Cui sighed painfully. Their wife was clearly so kind. Why should she suffer these.

I don't know how long he cried. Xue he finally fell asleep.

In her sleep, she dreamed of the familiar scene again.

A beautiful woman took Han Qichen's arm, and they also showed a sarcastic smile at themselves.

She desperately wanted to call Han Qichen back to her side, but no matter what she called, no one responded to her.

Perhaps it was because the dream was too real, and tears slipped down Xue he's closed eyes again.

She suddenly opened her eyes and grasped the wrinkled sheet in her hand.