A fashion queen

Sometimes Mo Yunting would wonder what kind of woman she was. How could she trust a man who was a stranger to her so much without knowing anything about him?

The dependence in her eyes made him unable to let her go, so he had to accept his fate and arrange everything for her.

When he called his newly married sister and asked her to help find a house for him to live in, his sister's surprised tone on the other end of the phone seemed to be asking him if he had taken the wrong medicine?

His sister kept telling him that it was his driver Xiao He who hit the person, and he didn't need to take all the responsibility on himself, but he still believed that he was responsible.

He thought that he had never been a charitable and kind person, but when facing her "amnesiac", he could not be indifferent and thought that everything she did for him was natural.

Is this really the case?

He was not like this before. He was always arrogant and had no patience for women. Except for his sister, no woman could get his care.

She was a miracle, and he could have easily paid someone to take care of her, but he didn't. Instead, he handled all her affairs personally, and his face, which always treated women coldly, became much more restrained in front of her.

Is this change really just because we feel sorry for her losing her "memory" in the car accident?

Mo Yunting fell into deep thought, his deep eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.

"You're right, this place is indeed beautiful, I like it very much, thank you." Hearing his answer, she was inexplicably relieved.

"Then you can rest and recuperate here."

"What about you?" She bit her lower lip tightly, and looked at him with her big watery eyes as if tears were about to drip out.

"Whenever I have time, I will come here to see you." He turned away those adorable eyes, and her eyes made him feel inexplicably guilty.

She was different from other women. He could not treat her coldly. Her every move seemed to touch his cold heart.

"Well... okay." She nodded sadly.

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself formally. I'm Mo Yunting. You can just call me (Brother Yunting) from now on." He smiled and nodded to her.

Hearing his words, she felt a warmth in her heart, but thinking that she was now staying by his side with an "amnesiac" identity and could not tell him her real name, she lowered her head and rubbed her hands secretly.

"Uh, can I call you that? Actually, I... I..." She really wanted to tell him that her name was Zi Yue, but there was nothing she could do; she just couldn't say it.

"It's okay. You can tell me your name when you remember it. Or I can call you Yue'er first?" Every time I saw her, her eyes were shining and her smile was as bright as a crescent moon.

Yue'er?

Her smile widened, and she clearly liked the name.

"Yeah, okay." From today on, he would call her "Yue'er".

When Mo Yunting looked at her smile, his eyes became gentle, and there seemed to be small waves rolling in his heart.

This was the feeling of heartbeat. He had always been good at handling emotional issues, but this time, he was a little unsure. He became more and more dependent on her, and this feeling was like a sweet burden.

Every time he saw her, his heart was like the surface of a lake blown by the wind, rippling layer by layer, and he was unconsciously intoxicated by her charming smile. Faced with such a change, he couldn't help but frown.

Perhaps, her amnesia was not a good start for him.