Coco, a young Asian woman, but her makeup is very European, and when she saw Mrs. Wen and Jiang Jiu coming, she said to Wen Xili very considerately: "I'll go out first, you can talk." ”

Wen Xili turned his head to look at her, frowned, and quickly withdrew his gaze, Jiang Jiu watched his action, and could feel that Wen Xili was very dependent on his rehabilitation teacher.

Although she knew that this vinegar came out of place, ginger wine still felt a sour taste on the tip of her tongue, she furrowed her brows, did not speak again, just turned around and pushed open the door of the ward.

Wen Xili's private room is spacious and bright, at this moment, the floor-to-ceiling windows are open, there is bright sunlight spread on the snow-white tiles and pale mattresses, the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, several special equipment for rehabilitation are placed in the corner, and there is a bunch of purple roses at the head of the bed, which should have been brought by Mrs. Wen, and the roses in her vase are the same color.

In the blink of an eye, she had already taken in all the furnishings in the room, and silently walked to the black leather sofa and sat down, Jiang Jiu raised her head and looked at Wen Xili, who was pushed in by Mrs. Wen.

The other party was also looking at her.

With a familiar face and unfamiliar eyes, Jiang Jiu was in a trance, feeling like he had returned to the time when she and he met in Rongcheng, and he had also looked at her with such unfamiliar eyes.

Mrs. Wen helped Wen Xili to move to the bed, and carefully covered him with the quilt, and then said to Wen Xili kindly: "Xili, this is ginger wine, she came from Rongcheng to see you, you talk, Mom is at the door, just shout if there is something." ”

Wen Xili frowned and looked at the woman sitting on the sofa not far away.

The afternoon sun shone quietly on her, and half of her fair face was reflected in the light, glowing with clear fine fluff. With black hair, red lips, and bright colors, her temperament is cold, like a beauty made of snow.

Even if he woke up not long ago and hadn't seen many people, he knew that her appearance should be extremely beautiful.

He asked, "Who is she?" ”

"She ......" Mrs. Wen paused, coughed lightly, and didn't seem to know how to explain, but said, "Wait a minute, let Jiujiu tell you, Mom will go out first." ”

As if there was no way to deal with the current situation in front of her, Mrs. Wen walked in a hurry, and when the door was gently closed, Jiang Jiu came back to her senses slightly, and she whispered to Wen Xili: "I am your ex-wife." ”

Her voice was soft and quiet, and as she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the man's face.

She always felt that Wen Xili was lying to her, how could he have amnesia? Obviously, after the car accident, he still held her hand clearly, and recognized her so clearly.

How did you get to Chicago and have a good amnesia?

No way, he should have something unspeakable, and he has to meet people with amnesia.

The man's expression didn't react much when she said that, he slowly leaned his back against the head of the bed, looking at her with a somewhat indifferent and detached expression: "As you can see, I don't remember." If you come all the way to me to ask for alimony, you have to provide legal proof, and after my lawyer confirms the authenticity, I will put the alimony for these few months into your card. ”