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The Mo family never had her again, and sometimes she was distracted in her spare time, and she couldn't figure out whether the things she thought were unforgettable in those memories had really happened.

Time and busyness are the best medicine to heal all wounds.

Chu Weiwei felt that the two things that kept alternating seemed to have the function of causing amnesia.

For the past, she now even has more and more vague memories, whether sweet or sad.

In addition to insomnia at night, during the day, she lived a full life.

No, time is not the best medicine, but it is the slowest, the most useful.

As usual, I stopped at the entrance of this kindergarten for a while, and when I raised my wrist to look at the time, it was exactly 40 minutes.

It seems that it has become a habit to stay here for a while every day, and over time, the time of the day is very accurate.

Chu Wei smiled, pulled up the bicycle, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a figure standing in front of him.

The hand holding the handle of the bicycle froze so abruptly, and she blinked vigorously, and the man in front of her—

It's really him, Ink Halberd Rock.

He put his blazer on his arm, his tie was nowhere to be seen, his shirt was buttoned all the way to his chest, and the structured designer shirt was soaked with sweat, lying on his stomach softly, which showed his sturdy and upright figure.

He didn't drive, just standing a dozen meters away from her.

It's late autumn now, and Chu Weiwei is wearing a down jacket.

He was still wearing a thin shirt, and he was still sweating hot.

He is still in high spirits and seems to be doing quite well.

That's right, just now she heard the two female colleagues talking about him.

I just went on TV with my wife and son yesterday to show affection.

Of course, all of this was Chu Weiwei looking at with his spare eyes.

She didn't want to put a serious look at him anymore, not at all.

This little bit of afterglow, and these things that pass through my heart, are only a few seconds.

I don't know why, she actually wanted to hug her head and run away and hide from him.

She was now wearing a thin down jacket, snow-white, with her hair tied in a ponytail, and stood dumbly by the street in the sun.

Mo Jiyan was just attending a ribbon-cutting ceremony nearby, but the assistant said that he had seen her here.

It was just time to get off work, and the traffic jam in this bustling neighborhood was particularly severe, he ran all the way to chase her, but he didn't find her, frowning and impatient, but inadvertently saw the figure in front of him turn around.

She was thinner, and the style of her clothes changed.

No wonder he didn't recognize her back.

He looked over, only to find that her gaze did not stay on him at all, as if she had not seen him at all.

She wore a pair of flat canvas shoes, because she had lost a lot of weight, and her original figure of 168 looked extraordinarily slender.

At such a glance, she was not even up to his chest.

"How did you lose weight like this? Can't get enough to eat? Before he could get closer, he asked jokingly.

Chu Weiwei didn't seem to expect him to ask this in the first sentence, so he raised his head and glanced at him, but it was just an inexplicable look.

She was not interested in this reunion, which was not a long absence.

Mo Jiyan was about to walk over, but he saw Chu Weiwei raise his legs and ride on a bicycle, step on his pedals, and drive towards him.

He subconsciously reached out to stop her, but a light wind blew beside him, and by the time he dropped his hand in embarrassment, the slender figure on the bicycle was far away from him.

She's riding really fast.

Mo Jiyan thought to himself.

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