When turning over the books on the bookcase, Mo Qianqian finally found the sketch sandwiched in a thick English book. ∥？!

She took the painting out......

The sketch was very rough, but it coincided with the fragments in Mo Qianqian's mind.

Her mouth opened in disbelief......

Immediately afterward, she began to rummage around.

After emptying all the books on the bookcase, Mo Qianqian finally found an iron box as big as a book.

She opened the box......

Found...... There is a photo inside......

In the garden of Beichen's house, a young man stood there with a reluctant face, and beside him...... Standing stood a grinning, thin, short little girl......

And this girl is very familiar with Mo Qianqian......

Between the eyebrows...... Obviously, it's what she looked like when she was a child.

Mo Qian's body softened, and then the whole person sat on the ground suddenly.

She stared at the photo with her eyes open, incredulous...... His eyes were full of shock.

She never imagined that there would be such content in those memories she had lost......

And now, when the truth is learned, the puzzles that were unsolvable before seem to have been solved at once.

Why...... Beichen Shaoting will take the initiative to find her...... Why, he would say, it was she who provoked her in the first place......

Why...... He would have been so angry at first...... Said she pretended to be ......

But...... She found that she didn't want to remember it at all.

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After a long time, Mo Qianqian slowly moved his pace and walked towards the outside of the study.

A servant, holding a phone, was running this way.

"Miss Mo, it turns out that you are here, a call from the young master!"

Mo Qianqian glanced at the mobile phone, then reached out, took the phone, and put it to his ear.

"Hey......" her voice was subtle.

"Mo Qianqian, where have you been? Why didn't you answer your phone? On the phone, there was a slightly dissatisfied voice from Beichen Shaoting.

"Walked around." Mo Qianqiang pretended to be calm and replied.

There was silence for a while, and then the voice of Beichen Shaoting came again.

"Hmm...... I'll have someone pick you up at night! ”

"Oh......" Mo Qianqian barely heard Beichen Shaoting's words clearly, just answered in a daze, and then hung up the phone.

Then, as if she had lost her soul, she slowly walked towards the bedroom.

Mo Qianqian found the key to the sports car and her mobile phone in the drawer of the bedroom cabinet, and then slowly walked out of the bedroom and downstairs.

The maid looked at her suspiciously: "Miss Mo, what's wrong with you?" ”

"......" Mo Qianqian ignored her, but wore slippers and walked out of the villa directly.

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At this time, Lao Cai.

Beichen Shaoting was in the middle of the street, he looked at the phone that was hung up, frowned slightly, and put the phone back in the pocket of his suit pants.

Followed by...... He pulled out a small box from inside.

As soon as the box opened, inside was a diamond ring......

Beichen Shaoting pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked......

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Mo Qianqian wore the slippers of the villa, and went directly out of the villa with the pregnant women's pajamas on his body.

She walked to the garage, got into the car, and drove her red sports car out of the garage.

The security guards guarding the door knew Mo Qianqian's current identity, and no one dared to stop her, so he let her go directly.