Jiang Ningyu couldn't help but question, "You just got it, right?" ”

"Huh?" Lin Xuyue looked puzzled.

She opened her mouth, but she didn't say what was in her heart, and glanced at his friends page.

This sweep silenced himself again.

Star friend, only her. Although the remarks have long been changed from the "little fairy" in memory to the well-behaved "Jiang Ningyu", she can only say that her avatar is high above the address book......

Either I love it too much, or I hate it too much.

He has a lot of WeChat friends, and Jiang Ningyu tried to search for keywords such as "baby" and "wife". Instead, a few group chats popped up. But it has nothing to do with him.

Seeing her racking her brains and meditating, the man suddenly laughed, "What are you looking for?" ”

Looking for what? Looking for evidence that he is in love with another woman?

Jiang Ningyu pursed her lips and was silent, but suddenly it occurred to her that she might be able to take a look at his photo album. He is such a secret rubbing person, he always likes to leave evidence of love.

It's just that at the moment when her index finger pointed to the photo, Lin Xuyue suddenly reached out and wanted to snatch the phone back.

Looking up at his slightly embarrassed expression, and not knowing where the courage came from, Jiang Ningyu not only didn't let him snatch it, but also clicked on the photo album in front of him.

Recently, the cover of the project and app album is a landscape photo, which should have been taken in the snow area.

What caught her attention was the personal collection. The first cover is a picture of her, a sleeping photo of her sleeping face rolled up on the floor next to the bed. The whole person was wrapped in a quilt, only one head was exposed, and his slightly pale lips were slightly open, with a sense of sickness and sweet dreams.

Jiang Ningyu clicked in to take a look.

Hundreds of collections, full of her photos.

But her first reaction was, "You hate me to the point where you have to look at my photos every day to vent your anger?" ”

blurted out a sentence, which also silenced Lin Xuyuegan.

Jiang Ningyu realized that something was wrong, and immediately stopped and returned the phone, "Forget it, when I didn't ask." ”

There are no photos of He Zhen in her personal collection, and she is a little puzzled in her heart, feeling that the relationship between them is very strange, and there is a feeling of right and wrong.

On the day Lin Xuyue was discharged from the hospital, Lin's mother finally appeared again.

Wu Yu, dressed in an elegant crimson dress, pushed a 30-inch oversized suitcase, and said to them, "My father and I are going to travel for a month, and you are asking for more blessings." ”

Asking for more blessings is such a thing, no matter how you listen to it, you feel schadenfreude.

Lin Xuyue glanced at her, her face was full of questions about "Can you speak", but there was no need to say it.

"Also, pay more attention to yourself, don't always worry about people." Wu Yu instructed him, looked at Jiang Ningyu, who bowed her head and was silent, and her tone was very gentle, "You two children take care of each other, and your parents will rest assured." ”

Jiang Ningyu looked up at her suddenly, but saw her bow gently, dragging her suitcase away.

Jiang Ningyu was stunned. Either the world is mysterious, or she is unconscious-as soon as the phrase "parents" comes out, doesn't Lin Xuyue misunderstand the relationship between them even more?

So, while Xue Kai and Liao Zeqing were helping to sort things out in the ward, she sneaked to the doctor's office to inquire.

But instead he was persuaded to say "you have to wait for him to think about it slowly, you can't stimulate him, it's not good for his recovery" and other words.

Before going, Jiang Ningyu had a very clear idea, and she wanted to know if there was a good way to evoke his memory, but she was persuaded by a serious talk, and she forgot the purpose of coming at all.

Back in the ward, things were almost packed. Lin Xuyue removed the bandage and changed into a pair of everyday clothes. When I saw her come back, I smiled and said, "I can finally go home." ”

The words "go home" hit Jiang Ningyu's heart hard, and she smiled reluctantly, "Well, I'll go to Li Weiwei's house." ”

She believed that Xue Kai and Liao Zeqing could understand the deep meaning of this sentence.

However, none of them answered.

Lin Xuyue said, "Do you want to see Mianmian?" I'll go with you. ”

Jiang Ningyu was stunned for a moment, and then said, "No need, I have something else." ”

Now that he's been discharged from the hospital, it's time for her to leave. It's better to find a suitable reason to leave than to be unclear and resentful after recovering his memory. When it is broken, it is broken.

But Lin Xuyue, who has a confused memory, is far more clingy than she imagined, "No, I will accompany you in whatever you do." "Resolute and domineering, with a hint of long-lost childishness.

Jiang Ningyu pulled the corners of her mouth, thinking of the "home" that was clean and did not leave a trace of her, she hesitated and said, "Forget it, let's go back with you first." ”

Maybe when he gets home, he will be able to remember the past when he avoided her like a femme fatale.

Familiar streets, familiar neighborhoods. Outside the lobby of the building is a large brazier that is blazing. The property stood far away, helplessly watching.

Not far from the brazier, the familiar nanny pushes a wheelchair. Sitting on it was an old man with gray hair and a slight craggyness. He wears a brown fur hat and has a thin cheek with a life spot. Seeing them come back one after the other, a glimmer of light flashed in their cloudy eyes. His expression was still cold and hard.

He stood up tremblingly with the support of the nanny on crutches, and said to Lin Xuyue, "Cross the brazier and go in." ”

Do it in the moon.

The old man looked at Jiang Ningyu again and was silent. But there is something in the eyes.

Jiang Ningyu also stepped over the brazier.

The old man's face was a little pale, and he sat in the wheelchair again, and with a gesture, the nanny pushed him into the building.

Seeing this, the property hurried over to extinguish the fire brazier.

Jiang Ningyu followed behind them without saying a word.

But when I entered the house, the atmosphere was a little delicate.

The old man went back to his room as if he were air, and no one paid any attention to him. The babysitter went to the kitchen to get busy.

Lin Xuyue turned around and saw Jiang Ningyu in a daze in the hallway, bent down and took out a pair of rabbit-eared female slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them at her feet. Then I went back to my room.

These shoes should be He Zhen's.

Jiang Ningyu was not hypocritical and put it on.

But after changing her shoes, she was inexplicably troubled. I didn't know where to go, and I didn't dare to look around, so I could only sit honestly on the sofa in the living room, pour myself a glass of water, and bow my head to play with my phone.

After a while, Lin Xuyue suddenly called her name and came back. His expression was a little anxious, "Where's your stuff?" Where have they gone? ”

Thinking that he finally found out, Jiang Ningyu silently breathed a sigh of relief, "Actually, ......"

She pondered how to euphemistically mention the fact that they had long since separated, but was suddenly hugged by a hand.

"You're angry and ran away from home, aren't you?" The man holding her was very hard, interrupting her, but whispered weakness in her ear, "I'm sorry, I'm too busy this time to accompany you...... Is the thing at Li Weiwei's house? Don't be angry, I'll accompany you to get it back, okay? ”

Jiang Ningyu's heart seemed to be pricked, and her heart was sad and bitter. She froze, trying to reach out and push him away. But it's probably also greed. It's been a long time since I've felt his surging love, and I wanted to push his hands away and pause and gently tug at the corner of his clothes.

(End of chapter)