At first, Song Qianqian didn't agree to accept the money, so Uncle Xu secretly put the money on her desk, and later, Song Qianqian simply gave Uncle Xu a membership card, and the amount in it was several times higher than the money that Uncle Xu actually took out.

Song Qianqian is a person who will repay his kindness, so he treats Uncle Xu like an uncle.

Uncle Xu put the cup on the table and looked at the various cakes on the big glass counter.

"Girl, today is my grandson's third birthday, what kind of cake do you think children will like?"

Speaking of his grandson, Uncle Xu's face was very happy.

Song Qianqian smiled lightly, got up and sat opposite Uncle Xu, "Uncle Xu, children like to eat sweets, plus colorful and good-looking patterns, he will like any kind of cake you buy." Otherwise, I'll ask Chef Wang to make a cake in the shape of a drag horse for the baby, okay? Put less cream and more fresh fruit. ”

Uncle Xu nodded, "You still have a vision, recently my little grandson has been obsessed with Thomas, and he watches Thomas's cartoons every day with the computer, and even toys only recognize Thomas." ”

Song Qianqian nodded, how could she not know, thinking that when her son was about three years old, he was only obsessed with Thomas all day long, and even when he slept, he had to hold Thomas before he was willing to sleep.

Song Qianqian asked Uncle Xu to wait for a while, then got up and walked outside the store.

When I returned, I had an extra box of Thomas's train toys.

When the packaged cake and toys were placed in front of Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu hurriedly shook his head and said that he could not accept them.

If it weren't for Song Qianqian's constant persuasion, Uncle Xu would have accepted the toy.

"Girl, you're so polite. ”

"Uncle Xu, you are my uncle, what is polite to me, besides, it is normal for me to give a gift on the child's birthday. ”

Song Qianqian sent Uncle Xu outside the store, and it wasn't until Uncle Xu drove the taxi and disappeared into the endless traffic that she slowly turned around and returned to the store.

United States

Three o'clock in the morning

In the big room, only a small lamp at the head of the bed was on, and the woman on the bed showed her slender thighs, and a translucent and revealing red pajamas just covered her buttocks. Revealing her white thighs, the dim light casts a dim shadow on her thighs, setting off her more mysterious and enchanting.

Cui Yaming slowly got up from the bed, looking at the empty bedside, she slowly propped up her arms, held her cheeks and looked at the man in a dark nightgown standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

It was her husband, Lu Zihao. No, it should be called Ou Yixuan now.

Five years ago, she brought the dying Lu Zihao to the United States, and after all-out rescue, Lu Zihao came back to life, but he miraculously lost his memory because of the bullet through the back of his head.

She couldn't hide her excitement in her heart, God really had eyes, and she actually made Lu Zihao lose her memory, so she didn't have to think hard to think of various reasons to deceive him.

It seems that even God is secretly helping her.

So, how could she live up to God's good intentions.

After Lu Zihao woke up, she told him that his name was Ou Yixuan, a Chinese-American, who grew up in an orphanage. After being adopted by her father, he has been with her ever since.

Just before his accident, they had just gotten married.

Looking at Lu Zihao, who had been standing by the window, she got up and walked towards him. Gently hugging his waist from behind, Cui Yaming's sweet voice came out of her throat contrivedly.

"Dear Yixuan, why haven't you slept so late?"

Ou Yixuan's body stiffened, for some reason, they were obviously married, and it had been five years, but he was still not used to her touch.

Ou Yixuan, who was originally looking at the bright moon in the night sky, retracted his gaze, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, turned around, and gently and without a trace removed Cui Yaming's hands from his waist, "I can't sleep." ”

"What's wrong? Why can't you sleep? Are you a little nervous that we're going back tomorrow?"

Cui Yaming walked to the wine cabinet, opened the glass door, and took out two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine and put them on the table.

With a "bang", the bottle cap was pulled open by her, and the translucent red wine was slowly poured into the wine glass.

"What do I have to be nervous about, didn't you say that I haven't been to City A? Actually, it doesn't mean much to me if I don't return to China this time. ”

Ou Yixuan picked up the wine glass, gently shook the red wine in the glass, put it under his nose and smelled it, and then slowly opened his mouth to take a sip.

Cui Yaming sat opposite him, her legs folded, she lay on the table, deliberately squeezed the roundness of her chest and was about to burst out, "Yixuan, in fact, I don't want to return to China, but I can't help it, my father's birthday, sixty-sixth birthday, other friends and partners will go, if we don't go back, it's a little unreasonable." ”

In Cui Yaming's heart, she didn't want to return to China more than anyone else, she was worried, and she was even more worried, she knew that Song Qianqian was not dead, and she also knew that Ye Xiaodi had become a vegetative person.

The reason why she hasn't returned to China for so many years is that she is afraid that after she goes back to Lu Zihao, what will he remember?

But five years have passed, and her heart has relaxed a little.

In the past five years, she and Lu Zihao have gotten along very harmoniously, except for ...... In addition to sharing a bed.

Lu Zihao doesn't know why, even if he is in the same bed with her, he will never take the initiative to touch her, except that if she takes the initiative, he will sleep with her like a businessman, but he will never hug her afterwards.

"Yixuan, let's go back, we'll come back for Dad's birthday. ”

Ou Yixuan shrugged and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. He placed his glass on the table and got up and walked towards the study.

"I'm sleeping in my study tonight. ”

As his low, magnetic voice fell, the door slammed shut with him.

Cui Yaming looked at the closed door and sighed deeply.

Ou Yixuan returned to the study, turned on the computer and looked at a picture. This picture is painted with a blurry female face, for some reason, recently, he has been dreaming of this woman, but he has never been able to see the appearance of this woman in the dream.

He went to see a psychiatrist, who told him that there were only two possibilities for this to happen. One, this woman is very important to him. Second, this woman is illusory by him, it may be that he has been under too much pressure recently and can't get a good rest, and some things that are not in line with reality will come out of his mind.

Ou Yixuan leaned on the back of the chair, and a puzzled look flashed in his deep eyes.

Does this woman even exist?

Song Qianqian finished the work in the store, checked the electrical appliances in the store again, and then locked the door and drove to the kindergarten.

Picking up her son, she bought some vegetables and fruits at the supermarket at the door of her home, and when she got home, Lu Sihao ran back to her room to play on the computer, and she was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

She put the dishes on the kitchen counter, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to clean up the bowls that had not yet come in the morning, when she saw that the sink had already been cleaned, and the bowls were neatly arranged in the cupboards one by one.

Song Qianqian's hand slowly put down, turned around and glanced at her son's closed door, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her face was full of relieved and happy smiles.

When her son grows up, he will help her with housework.

Sometimes she really wonders if her son is five years old, and he is more sensible and obedient than other children.

Although he sometimes talked back to her and laughed at her when she did something wrong, he still cared for her silently like a little warmer.

"Zihao, I don't know where you are? Do you know? Our son is grown up and sensible, and will help me with housework. They all say you're gone, but I don't believe it, I don't believe you're a man of your word. If you're still alive, please hurry back to me and my son, we miss you. ”

Song Qianqian leaned against the window, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, no matter where Lu Zihao was now, they all lived under the same sky, and they would also look at the same bright moon.

No matter how long it takes, she will wait here until Lu Zihao returns.

Ou Yixuan suddenly woke up from his dream, raised his eyes and looked at the computer, the vague woman's avatar on it was still looking at him. He scratched his head irritably and turned off the computer.

He dreamed again, and dreamed of this woman again. This time he saw the woman's face clearly, but her face was full of tears, beckoning to him, and shouting affectionately: "Zihao, Zihao......"

Ou Yixuan frowned, reached out and rubbed his stiff neck. Just now, he looked at the computer and fell asleep in the chair, and now he is sore and his legs have become numb.

"Yixuan, are you awake? We're leaving for the airport, and if we don't leave, we won't be able to catch the plane." ”

Listening to Cui Yaming's voice outside the door, Ou Yixuan's head swelled even more painfully.

"Got it. ”

He got up and walked into the bathroom, regardless of whether Cui Yaming outside the door heard it or not.

He is very confused now, and he can't say the reason for the mission, but the chaos is uncomfortable.

He needs to take a good shower now, wash away the fatigue of his body, and wash away the doubts in his mind.

Song Qianqian nestled in the quilt, sleeping comfortably, thinking that today was Saturday, and finally there was no need to get up early to make breakfast for the child.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong......"

Just when Song Qianqian wanted to sleep for a while longer, the doorbell kept ringing like a life.

Song Qianqian put her head under the pillow and stuck her head under the pillow, she didn't want to get up, she didn't want to at all. It wasn't until her son pushed the door in, rubbed his eyes that hadn't opened his eyes, and reminded her that someone was ringing the doorbell, that she angrily threw the quilt aside and resigned herself to open the door.

No matter who is outside the door, she must scold well.

As soon as she opened the door, she was angry before she came, and she was hugged in Lai Ting's arms, "Shallow, listen to me, are we good friends?"

Song Qianqian wanted to open the door and scolded, but when Lai Ting hugged him like this, he couldn't say a word when he wanted to say it.

Looking at Lai Ting's excited face, Song Qianqian could only nod.

"Are we good sisters?"

Lai Ting asked again.

Song Qianqian nodded again.

"Is my child your child?"

Song Qianqian nodded again.