Wife lost memory before divorce gl

Chapter 8

Mo Shuangyuan was playing with her mobile phone with her head down. When she heard the voice, she turned her head, a few strands of hair hidden in the wide hat were exposed, obstinately curling up in an arc bent by the pillow, just matching the corners of her lips that were gradually raised.

"Did you wash?" Mo Shuang broke the silence first, took a glass of water from the bedside table, stood up and walked towards her.

Zhuo Weilan was still staring at the moving round tail on the pajamas, until Mo Shuang turned around and completely lost sight of it, only then did she realize that she was staring at it like a pervert, grabbing the towel to wipe her hair irritably, and sitting to avoid looking at each other On the stool at the end of the bed.

When she lowered her head, Mo Shuang had already handed over the water glass and said softly, "Drink some honey water to relieve the hangover."

"Thank you." Zhuo Weilan took a sip and tasted the faint taste inside.

There is less honey, not sweet enough.

Zhuo Weilan likes sweet things, so she was not very satisfied with this glass of honey water, she drank it slowly, while Mo Shuang stood in front of her and waited, and by the way, straightened her crooked pajamas and hat, pulling them to round ears.

Stupid, a little silly.

Zhuo Weilan made a comment in her heart, pursed her lips, and felt that the faint sweetness of honey water lingered between her lips and teeth, and it was hard to get rid of it.

After finishing the hat, Mo Shuang went to the cabinet, helped to take out the hair dryer, plugged it in, and then put it in the empty space next to her.

Seeing Mo Shuang busy with work, Zhuo Weilan was in a daze for a moment.

Help her do things without saying a word, caring for every detail, just like at home before.

However, before she lost her memory, Mo Shuang knew her habit of dawdling. In order to prevent her wet hair from catching a cold, she would personally help her dry it, instead of putting down the hair dryer and standing there, watching her without saying a word.

"Thank you." Zhuo Weilan put the empty glass aside and said sullenly, "I can do it myself."

Mo Shuang picked up the water glass naturally, "Well, go to bed early after drying your hair, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Perhaps the honey water really has the effect of relieving hangovers. Hearing this, Zhuo Weilan's dizzy head immediately remembered the lie she lied in the hospital during the day to get rid of Mo Shuang—when will she visit the hospital?Not necessarily, because I have to go to work.

"Cough." Zhuo Weilan was embarrassed, "Okay, you can go to bed too."

Mo Shuang didn't move, she blinked and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhuo Weilan almost thought it was talking back, and was taken aback for a moment, realizing that Mo Shuang really didn't know which room was the guest room after losing her memory, so she sighed, "I'll take you to the guest room."

"Ah."

They left the master bedroom one after the other, Zhuo Weilan deliberately walked behind, not letting Mo Shuang see her messy appearance after taking a shower, and even took a good look at the little fluffy tail on the pajamas that moved along with the steps forward .

"Stop, it's here."

Mo Shuang pointed to a door, and when she was sure to open the door, Zhuo Weilan pressed the light switch to reveal the simple interior, and then said, "When you come back late, you often sleep in this room. It's clean."

"often?"

Although Zhuo Weilan thought Mo Shuang's dazed look in bear pajamas was cute, but the resentment of being left out in her heart couldn't be dispelled for a while, so she curled her lips and answered a slightly sarcastic sentence, "Not often, you half Go home once a month."

"Half a month?" Mo Shuang pointed at herself helplessly, "Am I going too far?"

Zhuo Weilan didn't expect that Mo Shuang would use "excessive" to describe her behavior of not going home often, let alone that she was not happy at all after seeing this scene.

The current Mo Shuang, wearing bear pajamas, is a person who doesn't even know which guest room is in his house.

There is no point in blaming yourself, and neither is accusation.

"I asked my aunt to clean it every day." Facing the "18-year-old" Mo Shuang, Zhuo Weilan felt a sense of anger and guilt, rubbed the center of her eyebrows and changed the subject, "Go in and rest, there are your clothes in the closet, it's all right Don't come to the master bedroom."

She left after she finished speaking, without nostalgia at all, and took three steps before Mo Shuang could react.

Zhuo Weilan felt that her back must be very chic and handsome, she used the corridor as a stage, and stepped on her slippers like high heels.

She performed perfectly, but she didn't expect a word to follow.

"Good night."

Mo Shuang said later.

Zhuo Weilan paused, bit her lip, resisted not looking back, and continued to walk forward.

Back in the room, she threw her wet hair on the bed, rolled the quilt several times, until she was exhausted and couldn't think about those messy things, she sniffed and sat up to blow her hair.

She didn't get the hairdryer, but saw the neatly stacked gray nightgown first.

Zhuo Weilan remembered that "good night" that didn't get a response again.

"Hey!" She grabbed it and threw it to the other side of the room, muttering depressingly, "Why are you guilty! Can the amnesia be wiped away?"

Turning on the hair dryer, Zhuo Weilan turned it to the highest gear, which filled the room with a constant buzzing sound, and completely disappeared Mo Shuang's good night from her mind.

As soon as her hair was dry, she turned off the switch and burrowed into the bed, burying her head in preparation for sleep.

However, one memory popped up inappropriately.

Mo Shuang said with a straight face, "Weilan, you have to unplug the hair dryer when you're done using it."

"Ah!" Zhuo Weilan was overwhelmed by her own wild thoughts, jumped up from the quilt, listened to Mo Shuang's words in her memory, picked up the hair dryer thrown aside again, pulled out the plug and rolled up the long power cord, Put away properly.

She had been busy for a while, and the drowsiness that had finally brewed was gone again. She tossed and turned on the bed, and couldn't help but guess: Is Mo Shuang asleep?Is the hat in the teddy bear pajamas in the way?Will the tail touch people?

Zhuo Weilan couldn't sleep with her eyes closed, so she tortured herself until dawn.

The weekday alarm clock on her phone rang on time, she pressed it off, thought for a moment, and decided to go to work.

It was rare for Zhuo Weilan not to stay in bed, and went to wash up efficiently. While brushing her teeth, she heard the second alarm clock at the head of the bed go off. She pressed it, and did not return to the bathroom immediately. She waited for the third alarm clock on the TV cabinet opposite the bed to go off again. Only then did he turn around.

She is not a person who can get up quickly. She relies on her parents and classmates when she is studying, and she is supervised by Mo Shuang when she is married.Later, Mo Shuang was too busy to go home from work, and her method of relying on his wife could not continue. Considering that Mo Shuang didn't like the situation that the housekeeper aunt stayed at home overnight, he set three alarm clocks until he woke up.

Zhuo Weilan thought it was a good idea.

If you don't compare it with the way Mo Shuang whispered, hugged and drilled the quilt.

The toughest tasks of getting up are taken care of, and the rest is a breeze.Zhuo Weilan was fully dressed, she carried her bag and went out, she still had no thoughts when she went down the stairs, her eyes were empty, so that she went to the living room and was startled by Mo Shuang sitting on the sofa.

"Hey!" She took two steps back.

Mo Shuang smiled nonchalantly, "Morning."

"Why are you up so early?" Zhuo Weilan muttered in a low voice, walking towards the entrance.

Mo Shuang picked up the bag on the coffee table and chased after him, "Bring your breakfast."

Mo Shuang, who had changed out of Bear's pajamas, had a shadow of the past. Zhuo Weilan glanced at it, not quite believing that the person in front of him would sacrifice his sleep time to buy breakfast for him, guessing, "Old Zhang bought it?"

"I bought it."

"...What time did you wake up?"

"05:30. I don't know what time you go to work, you got up earlier."

Seeing that Mo Shuang had faint dark circles under her eyes, Zhuo Weilan softened her heart, took the breakfast and said awkwardly, "Don't do this in the future."

She had already picked up the breakfast, Mo Shuang was still not satisfied, and followed her step by step, "I'll take you to work."

Zhuo Weilan pointed to the car waiting outside, "No, Lao Zhang has already arrived."

Mo Shuang sadly replied in a low voice, "Oh."

"You...you can watch more at home when you have time," Zhuo Weilan was smart during the replay, looking around, but not looking at Mo Shuang's pitiful eyes, "I was discharged from the hospital to restore my memory early, and I did these things all day long no point."

Mo Shuang was puzzled, and asked solemnly, "Why is it pointless to take care of you?"

"Let's go to the study first, it's full of your things." Zhuo Weilan didn't want to talk about such a deep topic on the eve of going to work, so she hurriedly dropped a warning, turned around, opened the door and ran out.

Mo Shuang didn't change her shoes and couldn't catch up, so she let a soft word follow her.

"Goodbye."

Because of this, Zhuo Weilan hesitated for a moment, slowed down her pace, was scalded by the dangling soybean milk in the bag, and lamented secretly:

I'm not used to it. I'm not used to it.

-

Zhuo Weilan was one of the first people to come to the company, but her efficiency was not high, and she stared at the computer in a daze when she sat down.Tan Shaoshi next to her saw her, tapped on her desktop, and said in a low voice, "The director has visited her several times, please pay attention."

"Ah?" She wondered, "When did the director pass by?"

Tan Shaoshi pointed to the direction of the office, "I opened the blinds secretly to see you."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Really, look here again!"

Zhuo Weilan looked curiously, and just as she saw Director Yu Zhi coming out of the office, she quickly nodded her head in exchange for a polite smile.

"Look." Tan Shaoshi laughed beside her, "It's no wonder Mo Shuang is jealous, you are so popular."

Hearing Mo Shuang's name, Zhuo Weilan felt a headache again, and lowered her head to rub her temples.

"Weilan, Shaoshi." Yu Zhi not only looked at her, but also walked over directly, asking about the progress of the work, "Is your first draft finished?"

Tan Shaoshi smiled dryly and said "soon", Zhuo Weilan felt guilty and answered honestly, "No."

Yu Zhi is a leader who doesn't like to put pressure very much, with a smile still on her face, she used a euphemistic way of saying, "It's not bad to work slowly and carefully, but the deadline is getting closer, you should pay attention to hurrying up."

"Good director."

As soon as the boss left, Zhuo Weilan and Tan Shaoshi looked at each other, dragged their chairs silently and lay back at the desk to work seriously.

During the lunch break, they went downstairs together, and Tan Shaoshi couldn't help complaining, "It's fine that I'm a single dog who can't think of ideas about love, but you can..."

Zhuo Weilan replied blankly, "I'm getting divorced soon."

"Don't be brave." Tan Shaoshi touched her chin, "When you saw Mo Shuang last night, you hugged her."

Zhuo Weilan still didn't mind the shameful behavior of drunken madness last night, and argued unhappily, "I'm drunk, it doesn't count!"

Tan Shaoshi paused, "What about now?"

"what?"

"Isn't that your car?" Tan Shaoshi pointed in the direction, "Did Mo Shuang come to see you?"

When Zhuo Weilan looked over, Mo Shuang immediately opened the door and got out of the car, smiling brightly at her in the sun.

"Go." Tan Shaoshi winked at her, "Find some inspiration about love."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tan Shaoshi pulled a passing colleague to accompany her, and dismissed her with a simple and rude wave.

Seeing her best friend walking away, Zhuo Weilan sighed, and reluctantly came to Mo Shuang, "What are you doing here?"

"Have lunch." Mo Shuang replied, "Would you like to eat Xiaoxi's Beef Noodles?"

Just what she likes?

Zhuo Weilan was shocked for a moment, and then thought it was a coincidence - there happened to be a branch opposite the company, and the decades-old signboard stood still, and the public had the impression that Mo Shuang's memory had come back, not emptied, so he made this proposal Not unusual.

"Okay." She thought it would be quick to eat the noodles, and she didn't have to spend too much time together dryly, so she readily agreed.

When ordering, Mo Shuang said something strange again, "A bowl of thick noodles with original soup, no green onions, more coriander, beef tongue and pickled peppers, right?"

Zhuo Weilan was stunned, "How do you know? Have you recovered your memory?"

"No, I saw the previous diary in the study."

"Really?" Zhuo Weilan's heart moved, "I was written in it?"

"Mostly it's you."

Zhuo Weilan didn't know that Mo Shuang wrote a diary, let alone that she could appear in it, and it took up most of the space, she didn't delve into the authenticity of the diary for a while, her heart beat faster, and she asked anxiously, "What year was the diary? "

"Every year, but I remember less in these two years."

Also in these two years?That Mo Shuang, who rarely goes home and always has a formulaic smile on her, will write about her in his diary?

Thinking of the night of waiting, Zhuo Weilan suddenly calmed down and didn't believe much about it, and looked at Mo Shuang suspiciously.

Mo Shuang looked back calmly, "Really, do you want to see it?"

"No need, that's your privacy," Zhuo Weilan couldn't see any signs of lying, nor did she find any reason to believe it, so she pretended to be casually joking, "There's nothing interesting about me..."

"I've already carried it off."

Zhuo Weilan was stunned, "Back?"

Mo Shuang nodded, answering as it should.

"Of course you have to remember clearly."

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Eating too much, getting late_(:3」∠)_