How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Song Wenjing thought about it and realized that he had no memory of this at all.

When Mo Rong'an heard the woman's voice outside, he turned his head away guiltily. He didn't dare to look into Song Wenjing's eyes at all.

When Song Wenjing saw the "person" next to him, whose whole body revealed the guilty look of a thief, he instantly understood something. It turned out that it was this little devil who did it.

He said, if he said it himself, why doesn’t he have any memory of it?

"Sorry, I was so sleepy that I forgot it was time to go home. Luckily you guys are here, otherwise I would have really forgotten everything."

"Wait a few minutes, I'll be right there."

"Okay, Senior Song, don't be so anxious. I'll wait for you. This is not your fault. Everyone makes mistakes, and everyone stumbles."

"Who can guarantee that they won't make mistakes in their lifetime?" Fang Yuanyuan's voice was very gentle, with a little girl's coquettish tone.

When the three men heard this, they couldn't help but envy Song Wenjing. After all, this girl was wearing all branded clothes, was not bad looking, and was so nice to him.

Isn’t this a perfect white, rich and beautiful girl?

It’s a pity that the falling flowers have feelings, but the flowing water is ruthless!

When the young anchor heard Fang Yuanyuan's voice, she got goosebumps all over her body.

When Song Wenjing wasn't around, Fang Yuanyuan hadn't been so nice! This discriminatory treatment was really excessive.

But she changed her mind and realized that as long as she didn't have to meet Fang Yuanyuan after today, she would be much happier. What's more...

The young anchor shyly glanced at Li Junqi beside her. As long as she could win his favor, she wouldn't have to work so hard as a young anchor.

The young anchor tugged at his collar to cover the marks on his neck.

Mrs. Li, it has to be her!

Song Wenjing put the jade pendant in his pocket, but after thinking about it, he felt it was unsafe, so he took the jade pendant out and put it in the innermost compartment of his backpack.

When Mo Rong'an saw how he was facing a formidable enemy, he felt warm all over, as if he was wrapped in the sun.

He looked at Song Wenjing again before entering the jade pendant. Mo Rong'an was worried that he would lose Song Wenjing on the way home, so he might as well enter the jade pendant and come out after returning home.

After Mo Rong'an entered the jade pendant, Song Wenjing touched it a few more times out of concern before opening the tent and walking out.

“Let’s go…”

Mo Rongan covered his waist with his hands, looking shy. He had never expected this person to be so bold...

Song Wenjing did not urge Mo Rong'an, but waited for Mo Rong'an to enter the jade pendant on his own initiative.

If something unexpected happens on the way and his wife disappears, where can he find her?

……

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when Song Wenjing returned home according to his original memory.

Song Wenjing opened the door and walked in. There was no one inside, even the housekeeper who usually waited in the living room was nowhere to be seen.

There were several home-cooked dishes on the table. Song Wenjing understood everything instantly and walked to the kitchen timidly.

After all... he occupied the body of this man's brother, which would always make him feel guilty!

What caught my eye was a tall man wearing a pink apron and cooking. At this moment, the man was smelling the fragrance coming from the pot.

Hearing the sound, the man turned his head and stared at Song Wenjing's face. After a while, he said, "You've lost weight. Didn't you eat well at school?"

Seeing Song Wenjing carrying such a heavy bag, he didn't know what to say. "Okay, I'm glad you're back. Take the backpack to the bedroom, take a shower, and then come down to eat."

"Your forehead is sweating. You're so tired that you didn't even put your backpack on the sofa. Just ask the housekeeper to take your bag to the bedroom when the time comes."

"Are there any valuables in your backpack?" Usually, Song Wenjing would throw things on the sofa when he came back.

Then the housekeeper placed the backpack in Song Wenjing's bedroom.

"No, I just forgot about it. I'll put it in the bedroom. There are some small things in it. They are leaves I saw on the road."

"I thought they looked nice, so I kept them. I'll give you a few later. Those leaves are quite novel, brother. You'll see in a moment."

“How can you be tired if you do what you love?”

Song Wenjing saw these leaves were beautiful when he was walking on the road, so he picked them up, clipped them on a book, and then put them in his backpack.

"Well, let's go."

What do you like?

Song Yunqing frowned, not understanding what Song Wenjing was making a fuss about. Generally speaking, his younger brother didn't like going out, and even less liked talking to strangers.

Making friends...

is it possible?

Song Wenjing followed his memory to find the bedroom that belonged to him. He opened the door and saw that the bedroom was very simple, with only some necessary furniture.

When you first see it, if you don’t know, you might think it is a guest room.