"Little Mistress?" Yang Ling's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and after a little thought, he already understood, "Is it the woman named Xiaobai?" ”

The question was a little strange, "The Lord doesn't remember her?" He was the wife of the Lord and had been married for more than a year. Xin Qingjun secretly said badly, the lord forgot all about the bloodbath, and even the little mistress didn't remember.

Yang Ling's expression was very light, and his tone was even lighter: "I don't remember." ”

He kicked away the sword and continued to walk towards the backyard.

Xin Qingjun glanced at a sword on the ground, didn't dare to say anything, and followed closely.

The cold aura that Yang Ling exuded from his whole body now was almost like an ice cube, and even he couldn't help but be afraid.

Coming to the backyard and going straight to the house where Yang Ling lived before, Yang Ling stopped in front of the door and said, "There are also people who have come in here, although they have covered up the traces." ”

Xin Qingjun looked at the decaying house in front of him, to be honest, he really couldn't see any trace of anyone who had been here. It can be seen that the eyes of the Lord are really poisonous.

After Yang Ling entered the door, he took a little look, went to the inner room, just like the previous time, he only stopped for a moment, then went to the bookshelf and opened the cabinet there, opened a few pieces of boyhood clothes, and saw the wooden box.

Yang Ling's eyes were overcast.

"Lord, are you looking for something?"

Yang Ling nodded slightly and said, "There is no more." Alright, let's go back. ”

The two of them came out of the house, did not stay any longer, and went out of Zhuangzi directly, Xin Qingjun locked the door at the back, and it happened that Dong Lang arrived panting.

"Lord...... Lord, boss, I've found you. How can there be such a big Zhuangzi here? ”

Dong Lang raised his head, but saw that Yang Ling's starry eyes were as cold as ice, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "That, the Lord ......"

"Let's go back first."

"Oh." Dong Lang was stunned for a moment, only to feel that the collar on the back of his neck was grabbed, and his body was light, and he took off.

In the next moment, he was carried out of the way.

Even if he carried a big and three thick Dong Lang in his hand, Yang Ling's figure was still as agile as a harrier eagle, and Xin Qingjun was still struggling with him.

Sweeping out of the miasma forest, Dong Lang finally adapted, and took a big breath, "Lord, have you recovered your memory?" That's great! It's finally raining and the sky is blue. By the way, Lord, when she came out, the little mistress seemed to have a fetal gas, so she had to go back and have a look. ”

Wave after wave of unsettled, Dong Lang was also very bitter in his heart.

"Tire gas?"

Under the moonlight, Yang Ling's eyebrows condensed slightly. Some snippets flashed through my mind.

It's all about the past month or two since he was injured and demented.

Thinking of those cruel facts, and even, his incontinence and epilepsy, his cold eyes became even colder, and his whole body seemed to be exuding cold air.

Dong Lang couldn't help but tremble, "Lord...... Lord, you ......" He wanted to ask him if he had forgotten, but he didn't dare to ask.

The current Yang Ling made him a little scared.

No, not a little, it's scary.

He had never seen Yang Ling like this.

Yang Ling suddenly threw him to the ground and threw him down: "Go back by yourself." The tone was so cold that Dong Lang shuddered and almost fell, but Xin Qingjun stretched out his hand to help him prevent him from falling.

When he raised his eyes and looked again, Yang Ling's figure was gone.

Dong Lang was stunned for a while: "Boss, what's going on?" ”

Xin Qingjun's eyebrows were heavy, "The memories of the Lord have not all been restored, and I don't remember what happened after Zixuzhuang was washed in blood." ”

Dong Lang: "......" flickered, and he almost fell again, and a swear word soared out.

Xin Qingjun was not worried about Yang Ling, and said, "You follow, I'll take the first step." ”

"Oh, good." Dong Lang agreed in confusion, and when he came back to his senses, Xin Qingjun's figure also disappeared into the mountains.

When Yang Ling returned to the door, his mind had already sorted out his memories. I remember the events before the bloodbath in the villa. I still vaguely remember what happened after my dementia. The years in between, blank.

How to marry Qu Xiaobai and how to have a child, he didn't know anything and was at a loss.

Standing at the door of the house, he hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely walked in.

Zhang and Luoluo were in the house, and when they saw Yang Ling coming in, they all stood up, and just wanted to say hello, but they only felt that something was wrong.

Yang Ling in front of him was as cold as ice and snow, which made both of them shiver.

If it weren't for being too familiar with this peerless appearance, the two of them wouldn't even be able to believe that this was Yang Ling.

"Lang...... Lang Jun, are you back? In the end, Zhang had seen a lot of scenes, and he quickly forced himself to calm down, but his speech was still stumbling.

Yang Ling walked straight to the bed and looked at the bed with low eyebrows. on the people.

Bed. The person on it is already asleep. A small face the size of a palm, with a middle-to-upper posture, can't even be called a beauty. In addition, the face is pale, and even the lips are pale, which detracts even more points from this face.

Such a woman turned out to be his wife.

Yang Ling's eyebrows frowned slightly.

How did she marry him?

He remembered what happened after his dementia, and she treated him so well that he couldn't say anything, but every day he was like a fool. He didn't like the way she treated him at all.

Yang Ling's eyebrows were faintly condensed, and he sat down on the low stool in front of the bed, took her wrist over, and cut her pulse.

It is true that the tire gas was moved, but the treatment was timely and it was okay.

"Yang Ling, Yang Ling......" Qu Xiaobai, who was sleeping, didn't sleep peacefully at all, and kept whispering, "Yang Ling!" She opened her eyes suddenly, got up, Yang Ling's eyes were fast, and she clicked her acupoint violently, and she fell down softly, but she woke up completely.

Seeing Yang Ling on the side of the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Yang Ling, you're back." She smiled sweetly, "I just had a nightmare, didn't it scare you?" ”

Yang Ling's eyebrows frowned deeper, look, she still treated him like a fool.

Qu Xiaobai took a deep breath and said, "In the middle of the night, where have you been?" Why can't I move? Did you click on my acupuncture? With a stirring brain, he looked at Yang Ling, surprised and delighted: "Yang Ling, you can point to the acupoints, does this mean that you have recovered your memory?" ”

Yang Ling saw that she had completely woken up, solved her acupoints, and said honestly: "I haven't fully recovered, about you, I only remember after dementia." ”

Although he tried to calm his breath, the voice was cold enough. Qu Xiaobai's heart tightened, what did he think of, even the whole person had changed?

Although his heart was tightly tightened, a gentle smile still appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said, "It's okay, take your time, you can always remember." ”

Seeing that Yang Ling was silent and did not speak, and the atmosphere in the room was like frost, Qu Xiaobai sighed slightly in his heart, and said, "It's already the middle of the night, auntie, Luoluo, you go back to sleep, you have to do things tomorrow." ”

"But, Madame......" Zhang worried.

"Yang Ling is already well, with him, what is the aunt worried about? Seeing that Luoluo is sleepy, the eldest lady should hurry up and take Luoluo back. ”

She was still weak when she spoke, but her expression seemed quite calm, and Zhang Shi didn't seem to have any big problems with her, so he had to obey her wishes, "That lady has a good rest." Luoluo and I stepped back first. ”

Luoluo has always been stunned by Yang Ling, and where is he sleepy. Zhang pulled her, saluted Yang Ling, and quickly retreated.

Yang Ling looked at her lightly.

I have to say that she is very smart, and she can command people so calmly at such a time, indicating that she has seen the world. She was also very smart in his memory.

But the more this happened, the more ironic he felt. She must have a sense of superiority, so she kept treating him as a fool.

There were only two people left in the room, and it seemed even more condensed.

"I'll go see if the medicine is ready. Don't move. Yang Ling stood up and walked out.

Qu Xiaobai didn't stop it.

Tonight's Yang Ling is very strange to her. The strangeness was so strange that it suffocated her. She watched Yang Ling walk out, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, panting heavily, her heart hurting terribly.

He said he didn't remember that time. He still seemed to care about her. But she knew it was different. The icy color in his eyes told her that not only did he not remember her, but he also forgot that he loved her.

There is no love anymore.

A woman's sixth sense is so unreasonable, illusory and real, you can't believe it.

The nails were pinched into the palms of his hands, and the blood was pinched out, but he didn't feel any pain at all. Because no matter how much it hurts, it can't compare to the pain in my heart.

But she didn't cry. Reason told her that this was only temporary, since Yang Ling could remember the previous things, then the future things would definitely be able to remember, and when he remembered it, everything would return to the way it was.

With such hope, she slowly let go of her hand.

Yang Ling came in with a medicine bowl, and in his other hand he was still holding a plate of sour plums. Still sitting down on the low stool, Qu Xiaobai also sat up and took the medicine bowl from his hand, "Give it to me." ”

Yang Ling lowered his eyebrows and found the blood stains on the quilt.

Not when I went out.

He glanced at her, her eyes were ordinary, and the corners of her mouth were still smiling: "This medicine looks bitter." ”

Yang Ling took the sour plum and sent it to her.

In the past, Yang Ling would not be so estranged, and he would personally send plums into her mouth.

Forget it, can't be demanding, he doesn't remember those things. Qu Xiaobai persuaded himself, tilted his neck, poured a bowl of medicine in one go, and his little face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, and he hurriedly put a sour plum into his mouth.

It took a long time before he could open his mouth and speak, "Lao Yun is trying to torture me!" ”

"Good medicine is bitter."

Yang Ling's tone was light.

But this is also kind of caring about her, right? At least he responded to her.

Qu Xiaobai let out a little smile and looked at him, his eyes full of tenderness, "Hmm." Where did you just go? In the middle of the night, I didn't think it was cold outside, so I was carefully dyed with cold. ”

Yang Ling put away the medicine bowl, threw it on the corner cabinet, and said coldly: "Just take care of yourself, I will take care of myself." ”

The words were like ice, passing through the ears and hearts, and Qu Xiaobai was so cold that he almost shivered.

I wanted to make a smile, and I tried harder, but in the end I couldn't hide the bitterness in my heart, and my voice was a little trembling: "What are you talking about?" You are my husband, I don't care who cares about you? Don't think that if you recover a little memory, your wings will be hard and you will be able to spread your wings and soar. ”