Mysterious president, get away from me!

After a while quiet, it is estimated that the two people from the face of the quarrel to secretly fight.

"Tired or not, do you want to sleep for a while?" Mu Nianchen looked at Mo Ling and said with a smile.

"No, I can't sleep."

In recent days, too many things have happened, and Maureen has no time to clear up. She is silent for a moment and says, "can I never recover the memory of those years I lost?"

"No Mu Nianchen held her hand on her knee and said in a warm voice, "a friend of mine has been developing drugs that can cure your amnesia."

It's strange that when she was held by Mu Yuntian before, she always felt uncomfortable. Now, when mu Nianchen holds her hand, she has a sense of security. Her uneasiness has dissipated a lot. She thinks about it and says anxiously, "what about LAN Yao? Can his amnesia be cured? I remember Mu Yuntian said that the medicine he injected into LAN Yao can make people completely lose their memory and forget everything. In case there is no medicine to cure him, what should we do? "

"We don't know his current condition. We have to check it before we know it. But don't worry too much. Now that medical technology is so advanced, there must be a way to cure him. "

After mu Nianchen's explanation, Mo Ling was in a better mood. He thought of something and suddenly began to laugh.

She asked curiously, "what are you laughing at?"

He clenched her hand. "The day after tomorrow is our wedding day. Fortunately, we caught up."

Mo Ling a Zheng, "we have not married yet?"

"No, we've got the marriage certificate. It's only the day after tomorrow." Mu Nianchen laughed and said in a soft voice, "there are many tortuous stories. If you want to hear them, I'll tell you when I go home."

Mo Ling thought of what Mu Yuntian told her about Xu mofeng's cheating, her car accident, and her child being taken out of her abdomen. She was afraid for a while, and her face changed slightly. She quickly said, "if these stories are full of danger, pain and hatred, I'd better not listen. I'd better wait for your friend to develop the medicine."

She had no courage to endure a painful ordeal.

Mu Nianchen thought of the harm he caused to her when he existed as mu Chenhan. He didn't want to mention the past again and let her hate him again. He clenched her hand and whispered softly, "OK, let's wait for Fu Xuan to develop the medicine."

She seemed to be in shock and nodded with a white face.

"But, wife," he said in a low voice with a smile, "there is one thing I want to remind you. We have two children. The boy's name is Xichen and the girl's name is Zhuzhu. When we get home, they call you mommy. Don't be too surprised."

Maureen couldn't believe his eyes. "We have two children? However, Mu Yuntian told me that before my child was born, it was dug out of my stomach. "

Mu Nianchen's eyes sank. The past was a thorn in his heart. He said in a low voice, "it's one thing, but fortunately, I saved you from their knife and the baby was born safely. He is now over five years old."

She was stunned at first, then showed a bright smile, "that's really great!"

Think about it, Mu Yun is so hateful. He told so many lies that she was very sad for the child. Every time she saw the scar on her abdomen, she would feel heartache.

Mu Nianchen returns home with Mo Ling safely, and the whole Mu family is happy. The elders know the twists and turns, and care about Mo Ling's health.

The children are still kept in the dark. All they know is that mommy left suddenly two days ago in the early morning. Now, after being taken home by her father, she is much more intimate with them. When she saw them, Mommy held them in her arms and her eyes were red.

The two kids thought that their mummy seemed a little strange, but daddy explained that it was because mummy missed them so much that they got rid of their doubts.

After lunch with the elders, mu Nianchen takes Mo Ling and the children back to Jingyuan. The children go upstairs for lunch break. Mu Nianchen walks around the house with Mo Ling to familiarize her with the environment.

"This is our bedroom." Mu Nianchen opened the door of the master bedroom.

When Mo Ling saw the huge wedding photos hanging on the head of the bed, he thought that they would hold the wedding the day after tomorrow. He was a little nervous and looked at him anxiously. "The wedding will be held the day after tomorrow. I'm afraid I'll make a mistake, and..."

She's trying to stop talking.

"And what?" He was close to her, and his soft smiling eyes were watching her deeply, encouraging her to continue.

"I..." she gritted her teeth and said bravely, "now that I haven't recovered my memory, you are like a stranger to me. I'm very upset to think that we are going to have a wedding."

He stroked her hair in her ear and said softly, "we are already husband and wife. For us, the wedding is just a ceremony. If you find it hard to accept, we can postpone the wedding until you recover your memory."

With his identity and status, it must have been well known that the wedding will be held. The hotel and wedding venue have been reserved, and the invitation letter has already been sent out. Now if she proposes to postpone the wedding, everything will be disrupted, and there may be rumors outside.

How could she selfishly think only of herself and not for him when he was under such a great pressure to appease her?

Thinking of this, Maureen smiles, purses her lips, and says shyly, "the wedding should be held according to the original plan, but before I recover my memory, we won't be together, OK?"

Her cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms. Mu Nianchen's eyes were full of laughter. He gently held her shoulder and said in a soft voice, "OK, don't be in a hurry. If you have anything else to worry about, tell me. "

She leaned naturally in his arms. "I'm afraid I'll make a mistake at the wedding."

Looking at her leaning on his chest, his eyes were overflowing with laughter, "it doesn't matter, tomorrow will be a wedding rehearsal, and don't understand, we learn slowly."

"I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed if I recognize the wrong person and say the wrong thing."

"It's OK. With me by your side, wife, believe me, everything will be OK."

"Well..."

This is the feeling of love. As long as you are around him, you will feel safe and warm, as if the whole world is beautiful.

"This is the study." After walking in the corridor for a while, mu Nianchen led her to the study and said with a smile, "there was a time when I worked overtime at night, you moved your easel to the study to accompany me. Every time I looked up, I could see you. That kind of feeling was very good."

Mo Ling imagines the picture and can't help smiling.

The study is very big. The huge French windows are covered with white window screens. The bookshelves are arranged in order. There are many books on them. The air is filled with the fragrance of ink. There are several paintings hanging on the walls. Among them, the painting in the corner attracts Mo Ling's attention.

It was an oil painting more than one meter high. The woman in the painting was wearing a long white skirt, standing on the side of a field. The breeze blew up her skirt, revealing her white and delicate feet. Her face was very beautiful, and her lips were full of gentle smile, quiet and beautiful.

At the bottom of the painting is mu Nianchen's signature.

Mo Ling was fascinated by the painting. The woman in the painting is lifelike, and her eyes are full of tenderness. It's not only because the painters are skilled that she can draw her face so vividly.

Somehow, she felt that he and the woman in the painting should have known each other and had a lot to do with each other.