"She's my girlfriend Han Meng!" Ning Changge stubbornly drank the whole whiskey and fought angrily.

Mo Tianhan handed him a red wedding card.

The girl in the photo smiled lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as Han Meng's, holding the man in the wind with the Yushu next to her.

"She is the only daughter of the Qiao family in the capital, the fiancée of the Lu family's son, and the famous Lu Qiao marriage in the capital a few months ago." Mo Tianhan reclined on the bed of the rosewood arhat, drank a cup alone, and talked eloquently.

"You guessed it right, she is her, the woman I dare not think about. After knowing her for more than 20 years, I thought that I would always silently guard her and watch her be happy. But now that Lu Jinyan has failed to take good care of her, I will never let her go again, I don't want to see her hurt by others. ”

Ning Changge had already drunk a few glasses alone, and he was already drowsy because of the bad amount of alcohol, and he didn't want to listen to Mo Tianhan anymore, so he said to himself, "Then what should I do?" ”

"Don't show up in front of her." Mo replied firmly.

"So what are you going to do? She had amnesia. Ning Changge told Han Meng's secret.

"She is Han Meng, my fiancée. I will love her for the rest of my life. ”

"What if she regains her memory one day?"

"She's going to love me."

The two of them drank groggily for half a night, and the sky was white.

"Cold, I believe you will help you for this last time. I'll just take Starlight, and I won't have anything to do with you. ”

Ning Changge called the driver and staggered away from the ink garden.

The lonely dawn is especially cold.

Mo Tianhan drank some sobering soup and sat on the edge of Han Meng's bed, just watching it so stupidly, not knowing when she would wake up.

Finally, I couldn't stand the sleepiness, and fell asleep on the head of the bed with my eyes closed, which was one of the few early mornings that missed the morning meeting since Mo Tianhan took charge of the company.

"Who are you?"

Han Meng woke up, his limbs were weak, and the pain in his wound was unbearable. Remembering that I was beaten by several people yesterday, I had palpitations. I vaguely remember that there was a warm embrace that rescued her.

In front of me was a strange and luxurious room and a strange man lying on the head of the bed.

The man rubbed his sleepy eyes, extremely handsome, with 120,000 tenderness in his eyes, "You're awake." Don't move, the wound will hurt. ”

"Who are you? Where am I? You saved me? Stayed up all night? Han Meng was eager to know the situation.

"The ink is cold."

"Are you Mo Dong? Hu Caiwei's finanne, why am I here? Where is my phone? Han Meng felt a little incredible, she felt that things were a little chaotic, she didn't want to provoke this legendary great demon king, and wanted to call Ning Changge and ask him not to worry about himself and pick herself up.

"I'm sorry for wronging you. Drink some fruit water first. Mo Tinghan thoughtfully brought a straw cup, containing Qiaoqiao's favorite honey lemon passion fruit water.

The refreshing lemon fragrance instantly made Han Meng feel moist and appetizing, it was the taste she liked, and the right temperature.

"Thank you. I want to call Ning Changge and report that I am safe. Han Meng's nose and face were swollen, and he squeezed out a somewhat funny smile.

"No need. You're my fiancée and you've got amnesia. Mo Tianhan handed her a wedding photo table, and it turned out to be himself and Mo Tianhan, Han Meng was surprised.

"Maybe it's because of business rivals, or maybe it's because family forces are oppositional. A month before you were ready to get married, you were kidnapped and disappeared. I've been looking for you, and if you hadn't happened to be at Changge's company, I don't know how long it would have taken me to find you. I really want to thank him well. Do you remember when we rubbed shoulders at the Marriott Hotel a while ago? At that time, I should have thought that you might have been hurt and had lost your memory. It's all my fault for not recognizing you in time, otherwise you wouldn't have been hurt like this again. ”

"But what about Hu Caiwei?"

"It's nothing more than because it's a bit like you."

All the rhetoric is perfect and reasonable, and it is impeccable.