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Chapter 14

Zhuo Weilan tried to struggle, but found that she couldn't push away Mo Shuang, who had been prepared for a long time, so she gave up silently.

Seeing her calm down, Mo Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully let go of her hand, so cautious that she moved away one by one finger, her eyes were fixed, and the hand on the shoulder also followed hard.

Zhuo Weilan suspected that if she was really disobedient and yelled, Mo Shuang would be pushed under the bed immediately.

"I won't yell, don't worry." She took a little effort to break free just now, but now she was so weak that she couldn't yell out, but she was able to curl the corners of her lips when she was getting more angry, and smiled kindly, "You said Dad It's coming, isn't it?"

Knowing that she made a mistake, Mo Shuang was not confused by her smile, and slowly backed off the bed and stood up, "Yes."

Zhuo Weilan watched Mo Shuang move away with satisfaction, and after taking a closer look, she felt uncomfortable again.

Mo Shuang stepped on the floor with bare feet because of her anxiety.

How cold is that?

Zhuo Weilan's thoughts were all about this issue related to her health, until the question on her lips got stuck, she frowned and let a word of concern cut in, "Put on your slippers first."

Mo Shuang obediently looked for the slippers that had been kicked off just now, put them on, sniffed and lowered her head, her body shivering slightly in her thin pajamas.

It's the end of October, and the temperature is getting lower and lower. There is a cold wind and mist in the morning, and you can catch a cold if you are not careful.

"..." Zhuo Weilan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, thinking why it would be awkward if she had already opened her mouth to care, struggled for a moment and lifted the quilt, gritted her teeth and said, "It's cold, come up."

Mo Shuang raised her head abruptly, with a bright smile on her face, "Thank you Weilan."

"You're welcome." Zhuo Weilan pretended to be calm and looked away, and then asked the question that should be asked, "Dad is here, you ran into my room...Who will open the door for him?"

"Auntie."

"Auntie stayed at home?"

"Well, you didn't eat much yesterday. I'm afraid you'll be hungry at night, so I'll trouble Auntie to stay."

Zhuo Weilan squinted at Mo Shuang, feeling a little unbelievable.

First, the driver, Zhang, and then the housekeeper. These people made all kinds of embarrassments and excuses in front of her. How come they are all willing to work overtime when they are in front of Mo Shuang?

Zhuo Weilan began to wonder if she was too soft-hearted to be bullied.

"Wei Lan." Mo Shuang took the opportunity to look back and saw the unfinished plate of fried rice on the bedside table, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry, just a little sleepy."

Zhuo Weilan brushed her hair, closed her eyes and answered casually while resting her mind, and then heard Mo Shuang ask, "It's better to get up, let's go down and have breakfast with Dad."

Why did the sound get closer?

Zhuo Weilan opened her eyes suddenly, turned her head, and met Mo Shuang who was about to rub her shoulders, "Hello!"

"Shh." This time, Mo Shuang wouldn't directly cover her mouth with her hands so rudely, she lightly tapped her fingertips, right in front of her lips and the tip of her nose.

Unexpectedly, there was such a trick, Zhuo Weilan was scratched by that slight itch, and really shut up obediently.

"I'm sorry, I didn't scare you." Mo Shuang spoke quite nicely, she didn't mention why she was so close, and apologized from other angles, and used what she said, "But the weather is too cold, I Come in a hurry, wear less."

Zhuo Weilan just likes this.

"Oh...then...you cover it for a while." She saw goose bumps on Mo Shuang's arms exposed from the cold, and felt that this reason was acceptable, but she really felt that it was awkward for the two of them to lie on the same bed , Ping Pianzui reached out to take his coat, and left the quilt to Mo Shuang.

Thanks to the sudden inspiration yesterday, Zhuo Weilan was wearing a set of casual clothes that could be seen, not the pajamas that she didn't know how to roll up when she fell asleep on weekdays, and she didn't look too embarrassed when she got up from the bed.

"I'm going to wash up."

She confessed, turned around and walked to the bathroom, and sighed after closing the door.

Early in the morning, what is this all about?

Zhuo Weilan scratched her hair, walked to the mirror with a shuffling step, saw her haggard face inside, secretly regretted the behavior of staying up late, turned on the faucet and rinsed it with cold water to calm down.

She not only freshened up, but also rummaged through the cabinets in the bathroom to find face cream and lipstick to brighten her complexion.

Zhuo Weilan looked in the mirror and felt that she was not in such a mess anymore, so she opened the door and walked out unhurriedly.

Mo Shuang was leaning against the bed and watching the morning news with a serious expression.

On the right side, only half of the quilt is covered, and the soft sunken pillow is patted on her...

It's almost the same as before amnesia, with a casual posture, as if it's only right and proper.

Zhuo Weilan was stunned by this scene, and almost thought that the 25-year-old President Mo had returned, so she was stunned for a while and didn't go forward.

Mo Shuang noticed it, turned her head to look, she didn't give a seductive look, and didn't say "come here" softly, but laughed so hard that her expression was about to collapse, she shouted excitedly, "Wei Lan~ you come back la~"

"..." Zhuo Weilan was almost overwhelmed by this sweet call, she collected herself for a moment before answering, "Yes, you should go wash up too."

"it is good."

Zhuo Weilan took a special look at Mo Shuang's movement of getting out of bed, trying to find out the same details before and after amnesia, but before she could see anything, she found her design drawing on the other side of the bedside table.

She was in a hurry, rushed forward to get it, and hid behind her to prevent Mo Shuang from seeing it.

Mo Shuang's way was blocked, she looked at her suspiciously, "Weilan, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm afraid you'll fall." Zhuo Weilan lied casually, freeing up her hand to support Mo Shuang, "Slow down, the floor is a bit slippery."

Mo Shuang was obedient and slowed down.

Zhuo Weilan was lucky to be fooled. When Mo Shuang walked to the end of the bed, she hurriedly found a drawer to put the design drawings in. When she was done, she turned around and saw Mo Shuang was folding the quilt, twisting the four corners meticulously, smoothing All the creases in the sheets, slapping the throw pillow fluffy and stuck in the very middle.

"You..." She looked in amazement, "It turns out that you are like this at the age of 18."

Mo Shuang smiled without saying a word, and glanced at the carpet beside her that was crooked due to running around.

"Never mind!" It's one thing for Zhuo Weilan to see more, but another to get used to it. The bad mood of lack of sleep and being broken into the room has not passed, and she has no interest in dealing with Mo Shuang's obsessive-compulsive disorder of packing things. , "Go wash!"

Mo Shuang said "Oh", and obediently went to the bathroom.

Zhuo Weilan breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to fall on the bed, but when she saw the neatly folded quilt, she didn't dare to move, and turned her head and threw herself on the sofa.

Mo Shuang moved quickly, and came out not long after, carefully poking the fallen woman, "Wei Lan..."

"What are you doing?" Zhuo Weilan felt a little tired, and was about to squint her eyes for a nap, and was most annoyed by being interrupted, so she explained everything Mo Shuang might ask at once, "The second and third cabinet from the right in the cloakroom It’s all your clothes, you can see the watch on the left side at a glance, you can use any cosmetics except lipstick and lip gloss, and you can squint for 5 minutes for the rest..."

Mo Shuang interrupted her, "Weilan, there is another important matter."

Zhuo Weilan turned over and asked lazily, "What?"

"Where's our wedding ring?"

wedding ring?

Zhuo Weilan woke up with a start, turned around slowly and asked, "Why are you wearing a wedding ring? You didn't wear it the last time you saw Dad, right?"

"The last time it was a hospital, there were various examinations. It is normal to take off the ring. Now we are at home...wouldn't it be strange not to wear it?"

What Zhuo Weilan was thinking about was not the strange aspect, but that her father was very sensitive to marriage matters after his wife left, and would ask her privately after the two of them said a few words, not to mention the mysterious disappearance of the ring up.

When she thought of her father asking the whereabouts of the ring with a cold face, she felt apprehensive, trembling, and hurriedly turned it out from the cabinet of the dressing table, "Put it on, just for fun."

"It's not a show, we're already married."

Zhuo Weilan paused in putting on the ring, looked up, and saw the picture of Mo Shuang skillfully putting the ring on her ring finger with downcast eyes.

Mo Shuang met her gaze, smiled, reached out to support her hand, and pushed the half-worn ring forward slowly and carefully.

Zhuo Weilan watched the ring fit into her hand little by little, and her thoughts drifted away.

This scene is a bit familiar.

It's like... the day of the wedding.

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When they went downstairs, Dad had already been waiting for half an hour, cherishing the time to deal with some official business with his assistant.Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he put down the documents at hand, took off his glasses, and smiled at them.

"Good morning, Dad." The 18-year-old Mo Shuang still lives at home and has retained the cute habit of saying good morning to his father.

Zhuo Weilan stared dumbfounded at his wife walking up to say hello with cheerful steps.

What was even more frightening was that my father just followed this pattern, his smile deepened, the creases appeared on his face, and his greeting was amiable, "Mo Shuang, Wei Lan, good morning."

"Morning." Zhuo Weilan called.

The assistant cleverly ordered the aunt to heat up the breakfast, and the father told them to sit down, "We can have breakfast later."

Mo Shuang glanced at the documents covered on the coffee table, pursed her lips, and asked in a low voice, "Dad, are you busy?"

"It's okay." Dad is hard when he meets hard, and softer when he meets soft. He softened his voice following his daughter's weak inquiry, "You said yesterday that there is something important. What is it?"

Mo Shuang glanced at Zhuo Weilan.

Zhuo Weilan, who was determined to reduce the sense of existence, lowered her head, didn't realize it, and rubbed her hands silently: Don't make me tell, I'm afraid...

"Dad." Mo Shuang took out the materials given by the assistant yesterday from under the coffee table, "Assistant Chen showed me these yesterday."

Dad took it, looked through it carefully, and the assistant collected the other documents in a hurry.

The only sound left in the living room was the slight sound of pages being turned.

Zhuo Weilan stared at her father uneasily, thinking how much this nepotism elder would be willing to consider the possibility of Mo Qinhai committing the crime. Seeing that she was nervously pinching her fingers again, Mo Shuang stretched out his hand to cover her, using the warmth of his palm to dispel her anxiety .

During their tangled waiting, Dad finished reading, put down the material, looked at Mo Shuang and asked, "Who do you think?"

Zhuo Weilan's heart twitched, and she pinched her fingers even tighter.

"Cousin," Mo Shuang felt her self-torturing behavior, and took on the heavy responsibility of telling the truth, "We haven't gotten along very well these years. If something happens to me, he will benefit the most."

Dad chuckled. "Really? I have more reasonable doubts."

Zhuo Weilan froze, Mo Shuang also frowned.

"A year ago, didn't you always feel that someone was following you." Dad clicked on the horribly bumped photos on the information, "Maybe it's not an illusion, it's real."