After that night, I was pregnant with the billionaire president's child

Teng Yue looked at Xu Anjing and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

Xu Anjing always had a gentle and charming smile on her lips.

She sat down on the bed, next to Teng Yue, and naturally hugged Teng Yue's arms with her hands.

She said gently, "Don't you even know who I am? I am your wife, Yaru."

"Ya Ru?" Teng Yue frowned, having no impression at all.

He asked Xu Anjing again, "Who am I?"

Xu Anjing looked at Teng Yue affectionately.

She pouted and leaned her head on Teng Yue sadly.

Teng Yue glanced sideways and dodged slightly.

Xu Anjing felt that Teng Yue wanted to pull out his arms that she was holding tightly, and even tried to hide from her.

Her face turned gloomy in an instant.

But she said in a sad tone: "My dear, you even forgot yourself. You are my husband."

Xu Anjing raised her eyes, and her affectionate eyes were filled with heartache for Teng Yue.

Teng Yue asked her again, "Who am I? What's my name?"

Xu Anjing had already given him a fake name.

She said, "Your name is Ye Yuhua."

"Ye Yuhua?" Teng Yue had no memory of this name. He asked Xu Anjing, "Why do I have no memory of it?"

Xu Anjing's eyes were sunken, and she said pitifully: "Yuhua, you were in a car accident..."

Xu Anjing sobbed as she spoke, then leaned on Teng Yue and hugged Teng Yue's arms tightly.

She wanted to instill a new identity into Teng Yue.

This performance cannot be missed.

"Yuhua, you know, you almost scared me to death. I won't allow anything to happen to you again. We don't have a baby yet, and we still need to have one."

Teng Yue twisted his body.

He asked Xu Anjing, "I was in a car accident? Why don't I feel any pain at all?"

Teng Yue said this, rolling up the sleeves of his pajamas and taking a look.

He rolled up his pajama pants again and looked at his legs, "Why am I not hurt at all?"

Xu Anjing smiled bitterly and held Teng Yue's hand again.

She lowered her eyes and saw that Teng Yue's hands were so white.

So soft.

The fingers are so long.

When Teng Yue was asleep, she had already observed and caressed Teng Yue's hands countless times.

Of course it’s not just Teng Yue’s hands.

She had already looked at Teng Yue from head to toe.

Touched them all.

She said, "Yuhua, you had a car accident half a year ago, so of course you don't have any scars on your body."

"Half a year ago?" Teng Yue's question did not get any answer.

Instead, he felt more and more confused.

Seeing Teng Yue frowning.

Xu Anjing raised her hand and gently stroked Teng Yue's eyebrows with her fingers.

Teng Yue grabbed Xu Anjing's hand and took it away.

Seeing Teng Yue resisting her like this, Xu Anjing felt angry and annoyed.

But she still pretended to feel sorry for Teng Yue.

Perhaps at this moment, her heartache for Teng Yue was real.

"Yuhua, let's go downstairs to eat?" Xu Anjing said, "If you don't want to go down, I'll bring it up for you?"

"Let's go downstairs and eat." Teng Yue lifted his legs and got out of bed. The movement of getting out of bed pushed away Xu Anjing who was leaning against him.

Xu Anjing stood there, watching Teng Yue put on his slippers and walk out, and she hurried to follow.

She caught up with Teng Yue and was about to hold his arm.

Teng Yue raised his hand to open the door.

Xu Anjing's hand reached out to grab Teng Yue's arm, but it missed.

Teng Yue has already walked out.

Xu Anjing hurriedly followed.

Teng Yue looked around the corridor as he walked.

Several oil paintings were hung in a disorderly manner on the walls covered with high-end wallpaper.

He likes oil painting.

But he did not study oil painting.

He stopped and stared at the painting "Girl with a Pearl Earring" in front of him.

This work features the soft lines of the clothes and the light and dark changes of the earrings.

Especially when the woman turned her head sideways, seemed to want to say something but stopped, and looked back with a smile and a hint of anger, the outline of a woman appeared in his mind.

He tried to remember who that woman was.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

However, his head suddenly hurt.

He held his forehead and opened his eyes.

"Yuhua." Xu Anjing quickly hugged Teng Yue, "What's wrong with you?"

Teng Yue looked at Xu Anjing. He was wondering if the woman who had just appeared in his mind was Ya Ru in front of him.

Teng Yue shook his head and said to Xu Anjing, "I can't remember anything about the past."

"It's okay, take your time, I will always be with you." Xu Anjing said and smiled gently at Teng Yue.

Teng Yue turned around and raised his foot.

The European-style plaster lines on the wall, the wall coverings with gold lines, and the golden seams on the gray floor underfoot highlight the word "luxury".

Teng Yue didn't let Xu Anjing support him.

His hands were on the stairs.

Each of these steps is made of marble.

And these European-style handrails are probably carefully made by skilled craftsmen.

After going downstairs, Teng Yue first looked out the window.

His eyes widened instantly.

He strode toward the door.

Xu Anjing followed.

Teng Yue pointed outside and looked back at Xu Anjing, "This! Where is this?"

Xu Anjing saw the panic and surprise in Teng Yue's eyes.

She said to Teng Yue gently, "This is our private island."

"Island?" Teng Yue opened the door and walked out quickly.

Because he walked so fast, he even stumbled.

Xu Anjing hurried to help him.

Teng Yue pushed Xu Anjing's hand away and stared at the surrounding environment in horror.

The sight of being surrounded by mountains and the sea made his steps even more flustered.

He took a few steps in panic, looking at this strange world in horror.

"Why do we live in this deserted place?"

You can hear the trembling in Teng Yue's voice.

Xu Anjing hugged Teng Yue's arm.

"Yuhua, what's wrong with you? You were the one who said you liked it here. You built this villa for both of us yourself. You said you wanted to spend your whole life with me here."

Teng Yue looked at Xu Anjing, then slowly turned his head to look at the villa behind him.

A white European-style villa with modern style, simple yet luxurious.

He really likes this style.

But does he like this kind of environment where there is no village nearby and no shop nearby?

He asked himself in his heart: Is this really the life I want?