Young Master Mo has a long way to pursue his wife

Chapter 506 I Am Mu Qianyuan, Could It Be That I... Amnesia?

Yan Xin looked at Mo Chuxi in a trance, his eyebrows, his facial features seemed to have a deep shadow in his memory, but...

"hiss……"

Yan Xinxin lowered her head and raised her arms to hold her head.

it hurts.

So sad.

It was as if the nerves were pulling, making the picture in her mind very chaotic, and there were fragmentary voices coming and going...

"Words?"

Mo Chuxi looked at her with worry and confusion.

Just seeing her torn skirt and the wound on her forehead, I can't wait to tear that beast Xiao Yiran to pieces!

That bitch, sooner or later he will let him remember how painful the price of doing this will be!

"You go, I want to be alone..."

Yan Xinxin stretched out her hand and pushed Mo Chuxi away, rolled over on the bed uncomfortably, picked up the quilt and curled up into a ball again.

very messy……

Her heart, her thoughts, were all in a mess.

I'm Mu Qianyuan?
Am I really her?

Then why did my identification with Mu Qianshui not match?

Is the identification between sisters really not accurate enough?
But if I am really Mu Qianyuan, then what is Ye Lirong talking about?
Why did she choose to tell me this at this time?

Why?why!
Yan Xinxin pulled up the quilt to hide herself inside, the darkness, at this moment, gave her a sense of self-enclosed security.

She couldn't figure it out.

I don't even know how to face it. If she is really Mu Qianyuan, how should she face those people...

Time passed quietly without knowing it.

The night deepened.

Yan Xinxin woke up from sleepiness, she opened her eyes only to feel a headache.

She seemed to have another dream, dreaming of a little boy who looked exactly like Mo Chuxi when she was a child, and then she would sweetly call him "Brother Xi"...

She sat up slowly, raising her hands to support her heavy head.

If I am really Mu Qianyuan, why do I not have any memory of the past, only fragments and pictures that seem like dreams but not dreams?
Could it be that I... have lost my memory?

Frowning in doubt, he suddenly stretched out a hand.

She was slightly taken aback, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone's handsome figure.

Mo Chuxi put his palm on Yan Xinxin's forehead to check his temperature.

Feeling that the temperature was normal, he slowly withdrew his hand in relief.

"Get up and eat something. If you don't have a good mental state, it will affect this game."

He opened his lips gently.

"I am looking forward to the moment when Mrs. Mo stands on the stage to accept the award."

Yan Xinxin's heartbeat fluttered slightly for a second, but the emotion on her little face seemed to be as calm as water.

She didn't look up at him, nor did she respond.

"If you don't want to talk to your husband, treat me as your boss from now on, huh?"

Mo Chuxi compromised and retreated again and again.

For him, at this moment, nothing makes him feel more tormented than Yan Xinxin turning a blind eye.

"I'll go out first, and I'll be back soon."

He turned around after speaking.

Yan Xinxin soon heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and it took her a while to react.

When he got up, he found that his clothes had changed, and his forehead, which was pushed and bumped by Xiao Yiran's psychosis, was also bandaged.

She walked slowly towards the living room, and unexpectedly found a bouquet of red roses on the sofa, and a box of red velvet cake beside it.

She walked slowly to the sofa, sat down slowly, and reached out to pick up the bouquet of red roses.

88, or 88.

What exactly does 88 mean?
Yan Xinxin was thinking perplexedly, and wanted to take her mobile phone to Baidu, but when she turned her head, many memories that did not belong to Yan Xinxin appeared in her mind.

Her heart beat suddenly, and her hands loosened.

The bouquet of roses in her hand fell to the floor, and her pupils suddenly dilated!
(End of this chapter)