After the flash marriage, the wealthy husband can’t hide his vest

Meng Ning knew that Fu Tingxiu would definitely ask.

"She is my half-sister." Meng Ning hesitated and asked him: "In the past few months, have you been with Lu Shan? You..."

Meng Ning was a little embarrassed to say what happened next. She probably guessed Lu Shan's purpose, so she didn't dare to ask. She was worried that it would really be like that.

"No." Fu Tingxiu said in a cold voice, "She and I have nothing."

Fu Tingxiu didn't say that he and Lu Shan were boyfriend and girlfriend in the past few months. He knew that Meng Ning would be sad, and he didn't want to make her sad.

"...Oh." Meng Ning's eyes dimmed, but he did not ask further: "Have you been at Jing'an Road Night Market these days? Did you drop that cherry earring on the ground?"

"Yes." He looked at her with his deep eyes and said, "I don't remember the past, but a voice in my heart told me that that cherry earring is very important to me. That place must be familiar to me. I will wait there. , I didn’t know what I was waiting for at first, or who I was waiting for, but later I knew that I was waiting for you.”

Meng Ning's eyes were filled with tears: "I'll take you to a place later. Maybe you can remember something."

The corners of his lips raised slightly: "Okay."

An hour later, Meng Ning brought Fu Tingxiu to Shuimutiancheng Community.

The house they lived in back then still remains the same inside, nothing has changed.

When I opened the door, I felt a heavy sense of familiarity. The sunlight was refracted through the window, and there seemed to be countless sunlight jumping in the air.

Meng Ning glanced at Fu Tingxiu, and then walked into the room. Her hand brushed the table where the two had eaten, and they lay down on the sofa where they had watched the drama together.

Opening the window, the wind rushed in, and the dead succulent on the balcony suddenly seemed to be rejuvenated with new life.

Meng Ning slowly recounted the old story: "Three years ago, we met in a coffee shop. At that time, I went on a blind date and recognized the wrong person. Originally, the person I was going on a blind date with was Fu Dingqiu, but I mistakenly thought it was Fu Tingxiu. Your names are homophonic, so I made a mistake. On the afternoon of the blind date, we got married and got married. Later, when you came back from a business trip, I moved here to live with you..."

Fu Tingxiu stood in the living room and listened quietly to her narration.

Recalling the past, Meng Ning's expression became a little calmer and calmer: "We lived together and gradually got to know each other. At that time, you lied to me. You were a wage earner and you had no house and your parents were dead. Later I discovered that this The house was originally under your name. Later, I found out that you were the leader of the Shengyu Group. There was a world of difference between us... Later, we had a child, which was our second child. It was a pity that , he didn’t have the chance to come to this world and just take a look..."

That child still hurts Meng Ning's heart. If the child was born safely, she would be almost two years old and would call her mother.

Meng Ning told him what she had chosen, but did not tell him what Mrs. Fu had done.

"Paopao is our first child. It was fate eight years ago at Margaux Club. You must not remember it. I only remembered it not long ago." Meng Ning held his hand, with a generous palm, With some warmth.

His expression was calm, because to him, the things she said were like other people's stories, and he was just a bystander outside the story.

Meng Ning stared at him affectionately, hoping to see the doting and tenderness in his eyes again. Only then would he truly come back, and what was in front of her now was just the familiar body.

"Husband, we all owe Bubble so much. The child who was once abandoned, the child we didn't know existed. Driven by fate, she came to us. She was hurt, cried, and wronged. You are so You're nervous about her, don't you remember all this?"

Fu Tingxiu pursed his lips, but did not answer, because his answer would definitely break Meng Ning's heart.

He turned around and walked to the balcony. His eyes fell on the pot of dead flesh. Some vague fragments flashed in his mind. He turned to look at her and said, "Meng Ning, I seem to have remembered something!"