Wife lost memory before divorce gl

Chapter 15

a year ago?track?

Zhuo Weilan was puzzled, subconsciously turned her head to look at Mo Shuang, and sighed belatedly when she saw the last pair of confused eyes: What do you expect, this classmate Mo can predict what happened when he was 24 years old?

Mo Shuang misunderstood the sigh, reached out to hold her hand, and opened her mouth slightly to speak.

Zhuo Weilan felt bad.

If Mo Shuang directly asked her what happened to her stalking a year ago, wouldn't she directly expose the fact of amnesia?There is no buffer at all, it's not right.

"Dad." She looked away and asked her father first, "What happened a year ago?"

She bit the bullet and asked, not expecting her father to answer at all, but she just didn't want Mo Shuang to reveal the fact of amnesia too suddenly.

Sure enough, Dad didn't answer, glanced at Mo Shuang, raised his eyebrows and said directly, "You can explain your matter."

Mo Shuang looked down at the information on the coffee table, and was speechless for a while.

Feeling that the force of being held was a bit heavier, Zhuo Weilan was a little worried, and helped her look at her father's expression, and saw that the other party usually had a serious face, which was no different from the attitude of handling business affairs.

She suddenly understood where her faint discomfort came from.

Dad browsed the information until now, and he didn't show any surprise or worry that "someone is killing his daughter". After putting the information on, he thought for a few seconds and asked "Who do you think?" Hearing their doubts about Mo Qinhai, his first reaction was... …laugh?

Zhuo Weilan took a drink from the cup to calm down.

Dad still looked at Mo Shuang and remained silent.

The assistant not far away saw this situation, and cleverly closed the kitchen door to prevent the aunt from entering and leaving at will, and heard the conversation in the living room.

I don't know how much time has passed, but Mo Shuang saw that her father was already looking impatiently at his watch, so she took a deep breath and began to speak, "Dad, after this car accident, my memory has been affected."

Dad's serious face couldn't hold back any longer, he straightened up and leaned forward, knocked on the coffee table and asked, "What's the effect?"

"I..." Mo Shuang's words faltered, but she looked her father in the eyes and said to the end, "I lost my memory after the age of 18."

Dad was taken aback, and slowly leaned back on the sofa, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

"But the doctor said that he could recover at any time." Mo Shuang hurriedly added, "Dad, you don't have to worry too much. I can't find anything wrong with my body, but my memory is a bit off."

Zhuo Weilan helped and said, "Yes, yes."

Dad watched the two of them sing together, did not give a half-word response, and continued to meditate with a serious face.

Mo Shuang didn't dare to speak anymore, Zhuo Weilan was even quieter, her palms sweated from nervousness, and she wanted to pull it back to wipe it off, but she was held tightly by her fingertips, and resignedly moved towards Mo Shuang.

Dad didn't think about it for too long, and asked a key question, "How many people know about this matter."

"Not many." Mo Shuang said, "The staff of the hospital, I, Weilan, and a lawyer surnamed Liu."

Dad asked the second key question, "What do you want a lawyer for?"

Zhuo Weilan was dumbfounded.

They originally only planned to talk about amnesia, so why did they get involved more and more?

Fortunately, Mo Shuang reacted quickly and gave a reliable answer, "Weilan likes this house, and I want to transfer ownership."

Zhuo Weilan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this: Divorce will inevitably involve property division, and Mo Shuang picked a specific part to answer. Being able to deal with her father is not a lie, it's very good.

Dad accepted this statement, "It turns out that you asked for leave to drive out, and it was really a personal matter."

Mo Shuang lowered her head.

"I'm sorry, Dad forgot that you lost your memory for a while," Dad sighed, and picked up the car inspection report on the coffee table to read, "You don't remember who you followed, so it's a little troublesome."

Regarding Mo Shuang's safety, Zhuo Weilan was not so cowardly, and boldly asked, "What's going on? Why didn't Mo Shuang tell me?"

Compared with Mo Shuang and the assistants who spoke softly, Dad didn't need to be scruples, he glanced at her and said, "What's the use of telling you."

Zhuo Weilan was stunned.

Why is dad suddenly so vicious?

Feeling that she was not welcome, Zhuo Weilan was wronged, she withdrew her hand and stood up, but she weakened again when facing her father, and defended in a low voice, "Dad, you can't say that, I am Mo Shuang's wife, I can help her out."

Dad sneered, "Sharing your worries? Won't you be so frightened that you cry first?"

Born to be a bit cry-loving, Zhuo Weilan's eyes turned red when her elders said that.

"Weilan is fine." Mo Shuang helped to say good things, "Since I lost my memory, she has been comforting me and telling me what happened before."

After all, blood is thicker than water. Dad usually looks indifferent, and his partiality at critical moments is obvious. He defends his daughter, "That's because you don't remember! Once you went to city B on a business trip, and you had a high fever and were drinking water in the hospital. You said you wanted to accompany her, but in the end you, a patient, dared not go to sleep, chatted long-distance for hours, allocated a bed for her in the hospital, covered her with a quilt, sang a lullaby, and didn’t know whether to accompany her or be accompanied.”

Mo Shuang lowered her head and covered her ears a little, unwilling to listen to the scolding.

Zhuo Weilan bit her lip desperately, not daring to speak at all.

She remembered going to city B to visit a doctor very clearly, but she had a completely different view from her father.

At that time, Mo Shuang started to get busy, and the number of times she went home became less and less. She waited for such an opportunity for a week, so she would not let it go, and drove to City B with Lao Zhang.Mo Shuang stayed with her on the phone, with a perfunctory tone, and when she arrived, she refused to talk much, saying that she was going to sleep.In return for such treatment, she endured for a long time without showing any displeasure, and slept together together, getting up from time to time to touch Mo Shuang's forehead, for fear that her body temperature would rise again in her sleep.

It turned out that Dad knew, and it turned out that Dad thought she was making trouble for no reason.

"Father, how can you say that? Mo Shuang hasn't come home for so long, I want to see her, can't I?" Zhuo Weilan cried anxiously, wiping away her tears and argued, "I said you can hang up the phone, but she doesn't want to, I... ..."

In the middle of her speech, she was stabbed by her father's cold eyes, closed her mouth, and sat back in her seat sullenly.

"Father." Mo Shuang was finally able to interject among them, "Don't quarrel, okay..."

Zhuo Weilan found that Mo Shuang's voice was extremely weak and panicked, "What's wrong with you?"

"A little dizzy." Mo Shuang replied weakly, "Maybe I'm thinking too hard."

Zhuo Weilan still wanted to ask, but her father walked over without saying a word, and stretched out his hand to help Mo Shuang to go upstairs to the room.

She had no choice but to follow and guide the direction of the master bedroom.

Dad saw that everything except the bed was messy, and snorted displeasedly, "Is there another room?"

"Father, I want to lie down." Mo Shuang said at the right time.

Dad compromised.

After Mo Shuang lay down, Zhuo Weilan and her father walked out of the room.Once in the corridor, Dad took the time to say something, "Weilan, Mo Shuang has become like this, you should be a little bit responsible."

Zhuo Weilan was not convinced, "I have always been very responsible."

"Really?" Dad smiled instead of anger, "Do you know how long Mo Shuang has to work overtime every night in order to spend the whole day with you? How many hours can he sleep? You know that the customers you complained suddenly felt that your design was very Perfect, who spoke good words for you? You know that the chairman of L company sent you to be the first VIP of haute couture, what is the picture?"

Zhuo Weilan was stunned.

Seeing that she was speechless, Dad made his decision, "I will send someone to investigate the matter of the car. Take good care of Mo Shuang, treat the amnesia slowly, and keep the matter secret first, so as not to let the enemy have another chance to attack. "

Zhuo Weilan couldn't say anything else, she could only nod her head, and waited for her father to take two steps before calling weakly, "Dad."

Dad turned around.

"Mo Shuang was being followed...what the hell happened?"

"She couldn't find any real evidence, so she thought it was a hallucination." Dad thought for a while, and then retrieved a number from his phone. "This is the psychiatrist she has seen. You can contact her when you have time."

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Since three years ago, Zhuo Weilan felt that Mo Shuang didn't care about her anymore - she couldn't remember the anniversary, and the number of times she went home rapidly decreased, so she left her to read the materials, and then went directly to the study, and the birthday gift made her feel so sad. The assistant helped to buy it, but I don't know who it belongs to...

The reason she thought was because Mo Shuang was stimulated by the elopement of his mother, his temperament changed drastically, and his love for her also faded.

Zhuo Weilan's pet phrase for complaining was, "I know you're busy."

However, she really didn't know how busy Mo Shuang was.

Dad and Mo Shuang were standing in the same position, running around outside, and being complained by his wife when they returned home, and the accusation inevitably brought personal emotions.

Zhuo Weilan was dissatisfied with her age and seniority, and she didn't dare to say anything more. She savored what her father said carefully, but she gained something - Mo Shuang was wrong, what about her?Aside from waiting at home for kisses and hugs, is there not much to do?

Zhuo Weilan thought of the bathroom door that was not opened in the year of the graduation ceremony.

"Alas!" She arranged the hot porridge irritably, adjusted the position, and picked up the tray to go up.

As soon as she picked it up, Zhuo Weilan's arm was shaken by the weight heavier than expected. She gritted her teeth and took two steps. The buns are colored.

"Why is it so difficult... how do you go upstairs like this?" Zhuo Weilan wondered, put it down and readjusted her position.

The aunt frowned watching from the side, "Let me deliver it."

"No, if Mo Shuang can do it, so can I." Zhuo Weilan held his breath, "Why does Dad say that I didn't take responsibility..."

Auntie shut up silently and continued cutting vegetables.

She took a deep breath and was about to set off again. When her fingertips touched the tray, she heard a festive shout, "Wei Lan~"

Zhuo Weilan saw Mo Shuang approaching, and ordered, "Don't move!"

As expected, Mo Shuang stopped obediently.

"Sit at the table and I'll serve you food."

"But," Mo Shuang pointed to the dining table, "there is breakfast..."

Zhuo Weilan was annoyed, pointing to the small breakfast on the tray and said, "I carefully prepared this!"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Mo Shuang stopped talking nonsense and sat back obediently.

After dismissing Mo Shuang, Zhuo Weilan began to think about it, and asked her aunt for meat sauce to spread hearts on the steamed buns, as if this breakfast was not served from the dining table but was really carefully prepared.

She finally knew why Mo Shuang used fruit to make a heart so much last time.

It's really not easy to paint a nice heart.

She scrapped the two steamed buns, and when she was busy, Mo Shuang outside said, "Someone rang the doorbell. It was a stranger I didn't know. It looked dangerous."

"Don't open it." Zhuo Weilan said perfunctorily.

Mo Shuang sat back in peace.

Zhuo Weilan insisted on concentrating on painting love, but the phone in her apron suddenly rang.

"Director?" She was surprised, and quickly took off her gloves to pick it up, "Hello."

The director's voice was full of laughter, "Weilan, are you at home?"

"Here I am."

"Can I trouble you to come out and get something?"

"You're outside my house?" Zhuo Weilan felt something was wrong, and walked out quickly, "Come in and sit, I'll open the door for you."

The director coughed lightly, "Mr. Mo agrees?"

Mo Shuang, who pricked up his ears to listen, shook his head desperately.

"How could you disagree?" Zhuo Weilan smiled, "Wait a minute, I'll come right away."

She hung up the phone and immediately glared at Mo Shuang, "What looks dangerous, that's my boss!"

Mo Shuang snorted, "I'm scared when I see her."

"Don't be afraid." Zhuo Weilan felt that Mo Shuang was much cuter than before when she was stern and silent, so she patiently persuaded with a suppressed smile, "I will protect you."

Mo Shuang smiled.

Zhuo Weilan thought she had coaxed the person well, relaxed, and was about to open the door for the director.

She didn't take two steps, and followed someone behind her, and she was very skilled in getting close to her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Zhuo Weilan wanted to break free.

Mo Shuang hugged her even tighter, demanding unreasonably.

"Either not open, or open together, you choose."

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correct typo