Cool Treasure from Heaven: Mo Shaoxi as Father

Let Yin Moran remember who he is?
This is of course the best solution.

But it is not so easy to do!
Mi Qian pursed her lips, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes, "I'll go get close to him, and I'll find a way to restore his memory."

It was his husband, and she believed how he felt about her.

I believe that even if he loses his memory, he will not reject his approach!

"This can be."

Chu Yelin raised her eyebrows, and the two brothers patted her on the shoulder kindly, "Mi Qian, the task is very difficult, it's up to you."

Let's see if the two can get through this hurdle.

If Mi Qian can really restore Yin Moran's memory, he will believe in the power of love.

He just... reluctantly sent himself to the grave of marriage!
"Chu Yelin, please help me keep an eye on that man, don't let him hinder me."

Mi Qian pointed to the upstairs and said.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him."

Chu Yelin curled his lips, "I haven't found any evidence that he is Qin Zaixing, I have to get definite evidence."

……

Superior Apartment.

Michelle sat on the sofa with her hands folded on her chest, looked at the man's expressionless face, got up and walked to him, stretched out her hand and lifted his chin.

"Amo, one night has passed, do you have a long memory? Do you remember what I said? I am your savior, and you are my slave. You can only listen to me, you know?"

Yin Moran glanced at her, then reached out and pulled her hand away with an indifferent expression on his face.

This cold and arrogant temperament really makes people want to conquer!

Michelle straightened her hair by her ears, and snorted coldly, "Let's go, accompany me to do styling, be my male companion tonight, and attend a reception."

Whether he likes it or not, he can only be her servant in this life!

Only her own!
Outside the apartment, a luxury car was parked on the side of the road.

Mi Qian was sitting in the car, holding a telescope in her hand, looking at the door of the apartment, motionless.

She wanted to keep an eye on Michelle, trying to find a way to get close to her husband.

Thinking about it is really suffocating.

It was obviously her husband, but now she could only watch secretly.

Mi Qian took a long breath, suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and continued to stare.

It didn't take long before she saw a familiar license plate.

Michelle's car came out.

Sitting in the cab was Yin Moran who had changed his face.

Mi Qian cheered up, hurriedly started the car, and followed.

In the car ahead, Yin Moran kept his eyes on and drove steadily.

With a casual glance, he saw Mi Qian's car following behind.

She is following them?

Yin Moran's eyes moved slightly, without making a sound, but continued to move forward calmly.

Inexplicably, unknown emotions appeared in my heart, as if someone threw a stone on a calm lake, breaking the stability of my heart.

The car went all the way and stopped in front of a well-known styling shop.

Yin Moran got out of the car and opened the door for Michelle.

Taking a quick glance from the corner of the eye, Mi Qian's car was parked behind the two cars behind them.

The corner of his mouth hooked, and after Michelle entered the door, he walked towards the corner.

Mi Qian in the car saw the two separated, got out of the car hurriedly, and chased after Yin Moran.

Walking to the corner, the man's long arm suddenly stretched out from the corner, pulling her to the front.

Mi Qian exclaimed, and after seeing clearly that it was Yin Mo, she pouted, a little aggrieved.

"husband."

"Don't bark, I don't remember that I'm married."

Yin Moran looked at the woman's aggrieved and soft appearance, her dark eyes were deep.

"It's okay if you don't remember, I can tell you."

Mi Qian held Yin Moran's hand tightly, "Your name is Yin Moran, and you are the leader of the Yin Group in Sucheng. Your wife is me, and we have three children. Look..."

Mi Qian hurriedly took out his mobile phone, showed him the photos of the family, and told him about their acquaintance and encounter.

The woman's voice was light and soft, with a little eagerness, wanting to prove to him that what she said was true.

When he got close, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance of her body.

This smell is a bit familiar.

It was like smelling it in a dream.

She said he was her husband, but the person in the photo was not him.

He has no memory, and the first person he sees when he wakes up is Michelle.

Who is lying?
Subconsciously, he wanted to trust the woman in front of him.

Because he prefers her approach.

"What are you doing?"

Michelle's angry voice suddenly sounded not far away.

Mi Qian frowned, and subconsciously stood in front of Yin Moran.

This is a habitual protective gesture.

This woman wants to protect him?

Yin Moran's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

"Mi Qian, bitch! Are you following us?"

Michelle glared at Mi Qian angrily, out of breath.

She hadn't seen Yin Moran coming in for a long time, so she hurried out to search around, only to find that Mi Qian followed.

The two of them got together in an affectionate pose.

This dead woman has learned to stalk!

"What is stalking? Michelle, this road is a great road, and everyone can walk it."

Mi Qian replied calmly.

"Hmph, Mi Qian, are you shameless? You're after my bodyguard? Ah Mo, come here!"

Michelle yelled at Yin Moran.

Yin Moran didn't move, just looked at her indifferently.

"You can't make it through? Have you forgotten what I told you? I am your savior, you have to listen to me!"

Michelle jumped in anger, stared at Yin Moran and said.

"Michelle, are you repaying the favor? You have a really thick skin."

Mi Qian hugged her chest, with a sarcasm on her face.

Michelle's face turned completely cold, and a fierce light flickered in her eyes.

"Bitch, I advise you to get out of the way."

"Why should I step aside?"

Mi Qian didn't disobey her, and raised her chin high.

Yin Moran, who was behind her, looked at the fierce light in Michelle's eyes, and frowned slightly.

After a period of contact, you can always get to know a person roughly.

Michelle is not a good stubble.

If she really wanted to deal with Mi Qian, with Mi Qian's small body, he was afraid that she would suffer.

Thinking about it, he said: "You go, don't follow me anymore. I'm not your husband, you've found the wrong person."

Hearing this, Mi Qian was slightly taken aback, looking at him with disappointment in his eyes.

Did he still not believe what she said?

He still thought she had found the wrong person?

"Did you hear that! Mi Qian, you'd better play it safe! Don't be a nympho and hook up with my bodyguard!"

Michelle was happy, she pushed Mi Qian away, and pulled Yin Moran away.

Seeing the figure of the man leaving indifferently, Mi Qian bit her lip, swallowing the grievance in her heart.

This is just the beginning, she won't give up!

Didn't he listen carefully when she told him about them just now?
Find another opportunity to talk to him a little more, maybe he will remember it at some time!
Thinking about it, Mi Qian took a deep breath and followed the two into the styling room.

Michelle came to do the styling, she must be going to a reception tonight.

She wants to follow them!