I love you, Xin'er. ”

Lan Xin didn't remember how he fell asleep, but he felt that the confessions that were often whispered in his ears were whispering, and the kind of evil lurking in his heart began to devour him little by little.

So much so that the next day, Lan Xin saw that Qu Ming went to the company, and her son was sent to school, and under the countless decoctions, she finally couldn't help the curiosity in her heart and took a taxi to the art museum.

Today's art museums are not as crowded as they were yesterday, and they are much colder.

Lan Xin stepped into the exhibition hall, and the painting of memories was being taken down by the staff.

But this time, she walked to the small exhibition hall in the depths and looked at the Liufu painting that had not been taken down inside.

His eyes were suddenly a little moist, and Lan Xin didn't know how this emotion came from.

"Xin'er."

Just as Lan Xin was distracted, he heard the familiar voice from yesterday.

She turned and stared at Jian Yi's smiling face.

Yesterday's casual outfit was replaced by a suit and leather shoes, perhaps because his hair was carefully groomed, and his whole face looked more radiant than yesterday.

"I knew you were coming." His voice was gentle.

Lan Xin glanced at him, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips a little uncomfortably, and finally raised his eyes to look at him and said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember you." ”

The smile on Jian Yi's face stiffened slightly, but he knew that after so many years, she still hated him.

So no matter what she says, he doesn't blame her.

To be able to see her again is God's mercy on him.

He stepped forward, trying to squeeze her hand, but Lan Xin subconsciously stepped back to avoid his hand.

Lan Xin took a deep breath and said straight to the point: "I just want to know, who am I?" ”

Jian Yi froze.

"What do you mean?"

Lan Xin smiled bitterly: "My husband loves me very much, but he never takes the initiative to mention the past to me, even if I ask, he is only ambiguous." ”

Jian Yi's eyes changed slightly.

He stared at her in disbelief: "Have you lost your memory?" ”

Lanxin is non-deniable.

"You don't remember me?" A sharp pain hit Jian Yi's body, so she has become someone else's wife in the past two years?

Thinking of this, Jian Yi's emotions suddenly became a little excited, he stepped forward and grabbed Lan Xin's arm, with unbearable panic in every word: "Xin'er, he is not your husband at all, he is lying to you!" ”

Lan Xin was slightly stunned, she subconsciously wanted to break free of Jian Yi's clamps, but his strength was too great.

She didn't believe it: "Impossible! We also have children. ”

"Kid?" Jian Yi's chest tingled: "That little boy named Qu Rui? ”

Lan Xin stared at his crazy eyes, obviously he was a gentleman a moment ago, but at this moment his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he was inexplicably a little afraid, facing a strange man, she suddenly regretted appearing here alone.

But Lan Xin wants to know his past too much.

She said: "Yes, he is my son, I have been married for five years, you say you are my husband, I don't believe it." ”

Jian Yi's hands holding Lan Xin's arms were trembling, her eyes were moist, but the next moment she suddenly hugged her in.

He searched for two years, and finally saw her again, but she didn't know him anymore.

She was snatched away and quietly became someone else's wife for two years.

"He's lying to you! Xin'er, our child, is already dead! The man's voice was filled with incomparably sharp pain and tremors, like a desperate confession.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^