she fell from the galaxy

In the steamy bathroom, the air was filled with a pleasant scent of shower gel.

Su Lan lay comfortably in the jacuzzi with her eyes closed, enjoying the bath.

Her heart has already drifted away.

She imagined herself standing next to Mo Sihan in a haute couture dress and a set of tens of millions of jewelry.

That she should be wearing the multi-layered aura of designer Lin, Lin's daughter, and Mrs. Mo, holding a red wine glass in one hand, and naturally and intimately holding Mo Sihan's right hand in the other, confidently welcoming all the flashing lights.

Su Lan opened her eyes and looked around, feeling like she was riding a roller coaster and fell to the bottom in an instant.

The huge difference distorted her expression even more. She clenched her fists tightly and her nails clenched her palms tightly, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

With a heart higher than the sky, she can't wait to be the confident Zhu Wuyou, but the fact is that she has to pretend to have amnesia, and she looks weak and bullied.

Seeing herself like that made her angry.

She only likes to show weakness in front of Mo Sihan, as for the others, don't talk about it.

Su Lan held the water with her hand, and slid her white skin between her fingers, looking at herself in a narcissistic way: "It's been so long, why does Mo Sihan refuse to touch me?"

No wonder some people say that if they want to enjoy what is not their own, it also depends on whether they have that life to enjoy.

It was obvious that Su Lan had already got Mo Sihan, but in fact she still couldn't climb into his bed.

Under jealousy, Su Lan's face was extremely ugly.

"Si Han, you used to avoid me and refused to touch me from the beginning to the end, but you made Zhu Wuyou pregnant again and again. Obviously I have suffered so much and have had so many knives all over my body. "The more Su Lan thought about it, the more angry she became, the expression on her face gradually became ferocious and distorted, "Hmph, it's because of you that I betray you and sleep with other men."

Su Lan's heart was slowly twisted under this kind of hatred before, and she often took revenge on Mo Sihan by sleeping with other men.

At the beginning, she would be uneasy and feel guilty towards Mo Sihan.

Later, she thought about it, and she felt that the reason why she became like this was all the fault of Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuyou.

She will even miss the all-night indulgence at the masquerade ball...

Admittedly, the name Poppy Queen should be because she tried her best to wash away this stain.

Fortunately, she has already been reborn as Zhu Wuyou, so she doesn't have to worry about this anymore.

Su Lan closed her eyes and imagined the limited-edition pictures that once made her feel happy physically and mentally, and the dream-inducing voice kept coming from the bathroom.

Under a hidden camera, her self-pleasing coquettish face was clearly photographed.

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In the study room next door, Mo Sihan stared at the monitor, his falcon-like pupils bursting out with a cold light.

For a moment, the woman in the picture overlapped with another person.

The scene of deja vu seems to be vivid in my mind: lonely and unbearable, a dissatisfied woman in sexy pajamas is posing in front of the mirror, and the sound of self-immersion comes from the room...

Mo Sihan froze suddenly, his pupils dilated, and his handsome face began to crack.

At this moment, he had doubts. Is she schizophrenic or an impostor?

Mo Sihan's eyes were gloomy, and his eyes became darker and darker. He got up and went to the next room without hesitation for almost a second.

The sound of hurried footsteps and knocking on the door followed. After hearing the movement, Su Lan couldn't help but panicked, and hurriedly got up from the bathtub.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was a "click" from the doorknob.

Su Lan had just taken a shower, only wrapped in a towel, and said in a panic, "It's so late, why are you here, Si Han? Are you not busy?"

Mo Sihan's eyes were gloomy and cold, and there was no smile on his face. Su Lan couldn't help but shudder at the intimidating power emanating from him.

The man looked at Su Lan with unclear eyes, his sharp eyes were like silver hooks trying to pull out her heart and tear it to pieces, the woman's face turned pale and panicked in an instant.

Su Lan's delicate face was shocked, and she couldn't help feeling scared and took two steps back, trembling, and asked repeatedly: "You...why are you here?"

Mo Sihan's eyes became darker, and his Adam's apple rolled after a while: "Why don't you call me to take a bath? Your hand is injured, and it's inconvenient to take a bath by yourself, so I don't worry about it."

Su Lan tried her best to keep calm, her eyes flickered, and she teased guiltily: "You are so busy, I don't want to trouble you, besides, the doctor said my hand is fine."

Mo Sihan has been in power for a long time, and he has never seen any kind of person. He gently pinched Su Lan's chin, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Is there anything on your body that I haven't seen? You and I are husband and wife, and we take a bath together. Pillow sleep is normal, there is no need to be shy."

The man's heavy breath sprayed on the woman's neck, itching.

The woman's originally stiff face was visibly loosened, she bit her lip subconsciously, and her body overtook her brain to respond as it should.

Thinking of those scenes that made people blush and heartbeat, Su Lan felt a little pure desire to move.

When Mo Sihan said these words to her, did he want to have a romantic relationship with her tonight?
Su Lan's eyes were full of fear and desire, hiding desire.

Mo Sihan clearly sensed something strange about her, the smile lines on his mouth got deeper and deeper,
This is the hook?
Mo Sihan's sexy and deep voice was bewitching: "Wuyou, I didn't touch you before because I was concerned about your physical condition. I asked the doctor and your health should be almost recovered. Tonight..."

There was something in the words, he hesitated to speak, this kind of Mo Sihan was extremely attractive, and Su Lan was extremely tempted.

Su Lan had already made preparations for this, and she wished she could hook him on the neck and take the initiative to cater to him.

Thinking is one thing, doing is another.

In action, Su Lan lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, pretending to be shy: "Is it really possible? Then... can you turn off the light?"

Turn off the lights?

The reactions of the ten women on this point were surprisingly consistent.

Mo Sihan's gaze flashed a gloomy look, his lips curled up in a beautiful arc, and the topic changed: "I'm fine. But, are you sure it's okay?"

"..."

What does he mean by that?
Mo Sihan twitched the corner of his mouth: "If I remember correctly, today should be your period."

In fact, what Mo Sihan remembered was when Zhu Wuyou came to her period, not Su Lan.

Su Lan's face turned pale suddenly, and the blood flowed backwards from her body. She was stunned for a day before remembering to explain: "That's not accurate every time, this time the date has been postponed."

"That's it!" Mo Sihan smiled, "That's right, otherwise you wouldn't be taking a bath, right?"

Su Lan wrung her fingers and nodded: "Yes."

Just when Su Lan thought that Mo Sihan would pick her up and throw her on the bed in the next second, Mo Sihan suddenly changed his mind: "Forget it, let's wait a little longer, there will be plenty of time in the future."

Because of this sentence, Su Lan almost couldn't hide the extremely disappointed expression on her face.

Naturally, this scene did not escape Mo Sihan's falcon-like eyes.

Countless questions popped up, and he wanted to question her, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Mo Sihan clenched his fists and tried to calm his breathing: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

The man turned pale and quickly turned and walked out of the room.

Mo Sihan frowned, his face was so heavy that water dripped out, a blue tendon near his temple protruded and throbbed slightly, and his heart felt a twinge of pain from being pulled.

A truth he doesn't want to admit seems to be surfacing, but he's not ready to accept it.

He silently took out the cigarette case, lit one and took a puff. The smell of nicotine could temporarily paralyze his thoughts.

The ashes fell to the ground with sparks, Mo Sihan half-closed his eyes and stared at the smoke through the blue-white smoke in a daze, his fingertips were burned to the point of fire, but he didn't feel it.

In the next room, Su Lan turned off the lights and lay down on the bed in great despair.

Under the quilt, she was so angry that she grabbed the quilt with both hands and gritted her teeth: "Mo Sihan, can you do it? Isn't it different for women when the lights are turned off? Why is it okay for Zhu Wuyou, but not for me?"

……

The next day, Mo Sihan took time to go to the hospital.

He specially summoned five or six psychiatric experts and experts from other departments to sit in the conference room to watch related videos and analyze Mrs. Mo's cause.

Mrs. Mo in the picture sometimes sits alone in front of the mirror and sneers weirdly at the mirror, sometimes she suddenly changes her face and stares angrily at people who cannot see her.

To sum it up in one sentence, Mrs. Mo under the monitor is a rabbit who is easily frightened in front of her, but she seems to be a different person behind her.

Mo Sihan rested his cheeks and listened to the whispered discussions of the experts without saying a word.

Many doctors initially suspected that Mrs. Mo had schizophrenia and had a dual personality in her body.

Mo Sihan listened for a while before opening his thin lips lightly: "Director Wang, you are an expert in the spiritual field, what's your opinion?"

Director Wang frowned, thought for a while, and then answered cautiously: "With all due respect, there is another possibility in my judgment. If I say something about it, President Mo might not be happy."

"If you have something to say, just say it."

With Mo Sihan's permission, Director Wang said, "Mrs. Mo may also be faking memory loss."

Fake amnesia?

Mo Sihan's eyes were bloodshot from anger, his face was chapped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his whole body was numb from the cold.

There was a moment of silence underneath, and everyone looked at Mo Sihan in unison, not daring to take a breath.

Often the truth is naked and bloody, and the moment of facing the truth is unavoidable.

I'm afraid it's not just as simple as faking amnesia?
The reason why Mo Sihan had such doubts was because he had a problem with his body recently, and he was so serious that he needed to see an andrologist.

Who says women are the same when they turn off the lights?As a clean freak, he has always been sensitive in this regard.

The words 'impostor' came to his mind again.

At this moment, the anger in Mo Sihan's body could not be cured.

No matter who it is, the fate of angering him is miserable and terrible.