"My name is...Song Nianhe."

Si Moli said without hesitation: "I've never heard of it."

Her heart twitched slightly.

But soon, Song Nianhe adjusted his mood and continued: "I just know you. But... are you sure you haven't heard of this name? Think about it carefully. Si Moli, my name is... Nianhe."

"Nian is the thought of longing, and the grain is the grain of the seedlings."

"Under the Si Group, there is a beauty and skin care brand called Mohe. My word "He" is Mohe's "He".

She spoke slowly and clearly, with a vague expectation in her eyes, hoping that he would remember something.

"Nianhe, Nianhe," she said over and over again, "Nianhe, Mohe."

Si Moli's brows slowly relaxed.

Song Nianhe suddenly became nervous.

Is this useful?

It is very possible that Si Moli just suffered from traumatic temporary amnesia and sealed his memory, but he will soon remember it again with stimulation and arousal!

How could he bear to forget her!

Si Moli opened his thin lips slightly and said, "Nian... He?"

"That's right!" Song Nianhe was a little excited, "That's my name!"

Si Moli glanced at her.

He didn't seem to have done anything, so why was she in such a high mood.

And inexplicably, when he saw her shining eyes, he felt a little...

Happy? Pity?

However, this emotion only lasted for a second, and it passed by in a flash, and Si Moli quickly returned to being indifferent and cold.

"I said I don't know him, but you can't understand what he's saying?" Si Moli said without being polite at all, "Get out."

Song Nianhe sat motionless.

No matter how he pushed her away or scolded her, she would never leave easily!

"You know me," Song Nianhe was firm, his eyes were clean and clear, revealing a strong sense of faith, "Si Moli, you definitely know me! I am Song Nianhe, your Nianhe!"

Si Moli pursed his lips and ignored her.

Crazy woman.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Nianhe's voice lowered: "Think about it again, please... please. Please recall it carefully. Are you sure I have never existed in your life?" ?”

Just now, Song Nianhe's expectant eyes made his heart move.

At this moment, her lost look moved his heart again.

Her emotions...seemed to be able to mobilize his emotions at will and infect him.

think about it

Si Moli couldn't help but start to remember and obeyed her words.

Did he really forget that she appeared?

Okay, think about it, think about it seriously.

A picture flashed through my mind, but I couldn't catch it quickly.

Si Moli's thin lips began to turn white because he pursed his lips too hard and too tightly.

The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

He grabbed the quilt suddenly, his knuckles bulged, and the quilt became wrinkled.

The head looks like it’s about to explode——

"what!"

Si Moli hunched over, lowered his head, and pressed his temples heavily with both hands.

He is messy.

There were so many things in his brain, it was so full, but he couldn't see every frame clearly.

It's vague and illusory.

He intuitively felt that those pictures were very important and must be seen, but no matter how hard he tried, his vision always seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

The more I try to see clearly, the blurrier it becomes.

Si Moli's roar echoed throughout the entire floor.

He held his head and looked very painful.


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