Who Says I Don't Love You

Pushed open the door of the villa, which is completely different from the feeling outside. The outside is simple and fresh, but the inside is exquisite and elegant. I seem to think of something. I seem to have been to such a house many years ago.

Some of the furnishings look as disgusting as the man around me. The dislike of dislike in the heart: people hate, the house that decorates is more make complaints about.

The decoration in front of me doesn't match the word "taste". It's just that I have no money to spend.

"How's it going? Do you like it?" he looked at me and asked smugly.

"Isn't this my home? Why are you like coming in for the first time and asking me if I like it? Haven't I been here before?" I questioned.

He was stunned by my question.

Seeing his expression, I knew I was wrong. On second thought, I changed my tone and said, "I must have lost my memory. The decoration here is very good, luxurious and heroic. You must have spent a lot of money? Now I finally know why you have to take me home. Our home is so beautiful!"

Hearing me praising his "taste", his face showed a light of self-confidence.

"Well, this will be your home in the future." his words clearly showed a rare trace of tenderness.

It seems that the man in front of me is soft rather than hard. In that case, I have to continue to 'please' him before I recover my memory.

"I'll go upstairs and have a look!" I pointed upstairs and said proudly.

The second floor is much better than the first floor. I was stunned after reading it. His eyes widened and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

After the French window is opened, you can directly see the beautiful scenery of the bay. With the overall decoration, it's still good. But some things still don't go well.

After walking around the second floor, I found a fatal problem. In this family, I don't have any clothes or items that belong to me, not even a pair of slippers.

On my body, I still wear patient clothes. He said we were husband and wife, but there was no wedding photo of us in the room, not even a group photo.

However, there are the man's belongings in the wardrobe. While I was thinking, footsteps came from the first floor.

I repressed my emotions and looked at him suspiciously.

"How's it going? Isn't it nice?" he asked.

"It's really beautiful." I asked tentatively, "I think the furniture is relatively new. How long have we lived here? Is our family rich?"

"We have plenty of money, you can spend it," he asked easily.

"Let's go out to dinner. I want to buy some clothes by the way," I said bravely.

I followed him around the street. It was obvious that everyone knew him. But the others looked at me in surprise.

They speak Japanese. I can't understand them at all. But I can still understand the meaning in my eyes.

"This is my wife," he said in fluent English

"How beautiful! You are so lucky," a boss praised with a thumbs up.

At the door of a large clothing store, he stopped and his eyes were attracted by a beautiful dress.

"Boss, I want to see this dress." I tried to explain to the clerk in English.

However, it was obvious that the clerk didn't understand what I was talking about, so he turned to another clerk.

"Hello, miss!"

"I'd like to have a look at this dress," I pointed to the exhibit in the window.

"As like as two peas, you can see that this skirt is a copy of the Great Britain. But it is a great imitation of the brand. We do exactly the same as the original one. Look at the embroidery above, our machine is quite realistic and beautiful." the salesperson introduced this dress to me with less fluent spoken language.

I stared at this dress as if I had worn it somewhere. Try to recall, want to piece together the memory in the brain.

But at this time, his voice pulled me back to reality, "what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine, but my stomach is uncomfortable. Maybe I just ate badly." I casually found a reason.

"Let's go back first!" he said with concern.

I nodded in agreement.

"Miss, this skirt is a little expensive, but it's worth it. You can't buy it at this price anywhere else. The quality is very good. Trust me, you can't lose any money."

My husband turned around and said, "wrap it up for me."

"OK!" said the clerk happily.

After buying that one, the clerk took two expensive clothes for my husband. However, he did not hesitate to buy them.

Back home, it was getting dark. I went to the landing window, blew the sea breeze and sat on the chair on the balcony.

"Husband" came to me with a wine glass. "It's late at night. Let's go back and have a rest!"

After listening to his words, my heart was lifted. He took back his eyes and fell on him.

"It's still early!" I looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "it's not nine o'clock yet!"

The balcony suddenly fell into silence. His strange smile still haunted me.

"Why don't you go to bed first? I'd like to sit a little longer." I asked tentatively in a consultative tone.

Who knows, at this time, he came forward and hugged me. I instinctively screamed and subconsciously pushed him away.

Then, he stepped back two steps and drew a safe distance from him.

"Mo Yuhan, when are you going to act?"

"What do you mean?" I asked flustered.

"Have you remembered something? Are you tired of playing a good wife in front of me today?" he asked in a strange way.

"What is playing a good wife? Yi Chen, what are you talking about?" my face darkened and asked.

"Yi Chen?" he laughed wildly and said, "do you really think of me as Mu Yi Chen? It seems that you still don't remember!"

With that, he approached step by step, and I followed his footsteps and began to retreat. I didn't stop until my body retreated to the railing and couldn't retreat.

I looked back, behind me was the roaring sea breeze and the huge stones splashed by the sea.

"What do you mean? Aren't you Yichen?" I asked in horror, "who are you? Who is Yichen?"

"I'm your husband. My name is Zhengyu. Mu Yichen is your lover. You betrayed me for him. You want to escape me. I took great efforts to get you back. Mo Yuhan, you won't serve me after we've been married for so many years. Turn around and serve Mu Yichen. You shameless bitch, I'm going to sleep with you tonight. Where do I see you hiding?" At this point, he was a burst of disdainful laughter.

"Where can you hide today? I'll let you serve me well tonight. I'll see what's special about you. Mu Yichen is fascinated."

With that, he rushed at me.

I dodged and stood at the other end of the balcony, looking at him pale. His words were like a knife that hurt my heart.

Mu Yichen is my lover? Did I cheat? No, it's absolutely impossible! I am absolutely impossible to cheat, and I clearly remember that when I woke up, I shouted the name Yichen.

"You're not my husband. Who are you and what's your relationship with me?" I yelled.

Looking at a man with a wolf like face, my body and heart trembled.

"I am your husband, we are husband and wife! Remember, your husband's name is Zhengyu. Come on! Tonight, you can serve me well!" he joked on his face, looking very terrible.