After Mu Xingfeng finished speaking, he looked at An Ran next to him, with a pair of deep eyes like the sea, gentle as water.

When An Ran heard the first half of the sentence, the joy in her heart was even greater, but the latter words made her feel like a fish in her throat, the hand on her side was tightly clenched, and her nails were pinched into the flesh unconsciously.

When did she say anything like that? She wishes she had a wedding now, the sooner the better, okay?

Facing Mu Xingfeng's gaze, An Ran was reluctant in her heart, and she also knew that it didn't matter if she said that she didn't say anything like that, the important thing was that this man would not have a wedding with her until she recovered her memory.

"Yes, grandpa, I hope you and your uncle and aunt can respect our choice."

Under the strong pressure of the man, An Ran said things against her will, she knew that dismantling the man's stage at this time would not benefit her at all.

"Xiao Ran, this is too wronged for you," Mu Wanxin is the daughter-in-law of the Shen family, and the eldest lady of the Mu family, she was a little moved when she heard An Ran's words.

"Don't be wronged, eldest sister, if I hold a wedding with Mr. Mu in a daze now, then it will be a grievance for me," An Ran replied without dropping.

Mu Xingfeng couldn't help but glance at her again.

When Mu Xingfeng went back, An Ran also followed him back to the Mu family's villa.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the road, and the whole world is shrouded in a layer of gold.

"Xiao Ran, don't mind what you said just now, I just don't want you to forget our past, maybe I'm too extreme, if you want, I'll tell my family tomorrow and let them prepare for the wedding."

In the car, Mu Xingfeng leaned on the seat and said to An Ran with his eyes closed.

"How so? I can understand Mr. Mu's feelings, and I also want to remember our past, but ...... Just ......"

"If you can't remember, don't think about it, the doctor said that in a familiar environment, you will remember," Mu Xingfeng was afraid of causing her headache, so he hurriedly stopped.

"I listen to Mr. Mu about the wedding," An Ran knew that if she didn't express her position at this time, it would further exacerbate the estrangement between her and Mu Xingfeng.

Even if she is too eager, it will make him doubt himself.

She knows that soft persimmon very well, and she never dared to say a word of rebuttal when she settled down, let alone facing a man like Mu Xingfeng?

Mu Xingfeng seemed to be satisfied with her answer, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate, until he returned home, and did not speak again.

An Ran, who returned home, went back to the room to take a shower, changed into a short skirt wrapped around her hips, and a tight T-shirt on her upper body, which was simple and neat, and revealed her delicate figure.

"Madam, you're in such a good shape," the maid was preparing dinner, and couldn't help but praise An Ran when she saw her like this.

An Ran naturally knew that he was in good shape, hooked his red lips, and was in a good mood.

"Where's Xingfeng?"

Although Mu Xingfeng still asked her to call him Mr. Mu, An Ran had already begun to call him Xingfeng in front of the servants.

After all, only these subordinates would call him sir.

As soon as the words fell, An Ran heard the footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Mu Xingfeng walking slowly down the stairs.

With a black shirt and black trousers, his long body is tall and sharp, like an emperor in the dark night.

An Ran found that Mu Xingfeng liked dark colors very much, and his clothes were dark gray in addition to black, especially black, as if this color was specially born for this man.

And after being with Mu Xingfeng for so long, she has never seen him wear home clothes, even at home, he is meticulous.

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