Wife lost memory before divorce gl

Throw it all out. "

"..." My aunt looked at the cloakroom, feeling sorry for the clothes and bags bought with a lot of money, after a moment of stalemate, she picked up her mobile phone and looked for the moving company, "Oh, I have too many clothes, and I still need help. "

Mo Shuang ignored it, asked the housekeeper to help clean it up, and said to Zhuo Weilan, "Let's go home."

"But..." Zhuo Weilan really wanted to see her aunt being driven out, so she muttered unwillingly, "Will Dad go back on his word and not let aunt move out when we leave?"

When my aunt heard this, she said with a half-hearted smile, "Oh, they are brothers and sisters after all, how could a foreigner like you understand."

"Hmph!" Zhuo Weilan couldn't stand this vicious shrew anymore, she turned around and left the room.

Mo Shuang didn't follow up immediately, took out her mobile phone, and made a call in front of her aunt, "Hello? Dad, I want to stay until noon and wait for you to come back, but my aunt always beats and curses..."

"Who beat and cursed someone!" My aunt wanted to grab the phone.

Mo Shuang calmly pushed her, heard her father's explanation clearly, and after hanging up the phone, she quietly grabbed her aunt, "Butler Liu, do me a favor."

"What are you doing!" My aunt was grabbed by one left and one right and walked down.

Ben was sulking downstairs, Zhuo Weilan was dumbfounded when she looked up and saw her aunt was firmly restrained.

Mo Shuang moved very neatly, and only said a word before throwing her aunt out, "Father said, your clothes may have been bought with stolen money, and they will be impounded temporarily. You should go away first."

-

My aunt stood outside for half an hour, unable to stand the cold wind, so she took a taxi and went to join a friend.

Mo's father came back at noon and discussed with them. He planned to find a trustworthy old classmate and a well-known private investigator in the industry to investigate Yaorong's company. They would use two prongs to find out the person who caused Mo Shuang as soon as possible.

There were a few times of awkwardness, and Mo Shuang was in a special period of amnesia, and he didn't reconcile with his father too quickly, so he took Zhuo Weilan home after finishing his business.

"Hey!" Zhuo Weilan changed his mind after the car drove not far away, "Old Zhang, you can send me to the company."

Mo Shuang was puzzled, "Are you going to work?"

"Ah."

"You asked for a day off, why do you want to go back?" Mo Shuang was anxious, and reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

Zhuo Weilan glanced at the tangled fingers, then at the aggrieved classmate Mo, she felt a sense of guilt, and spoke very gently, "Auntie was kicked out, the custom order must be yellow, I want to continue with Colleagues catch up with the next phase of design together, go back early to help, and catch up with the progress earlier.”

Mo Shuang didn't speak, just stared at her.

Zhuo Weilan made up her mind, "I must go!"

"Okay." After amnesia, Mo Shuang mastered a certain skill of pretending to be pitiful, but she didn't have the cheeky stalker, turned around and sat down, and played with her mobile phone with her head down.

Zhuo Weilan held back a smile and poked Mo Shuang carefully.

Mo Shuang turned sideways to avoid it, her fingers typing on the phone moved quickly.

Zhuo Weilan was still not good at coaxing people, she immediately gave up when she was rejected, and quietly watched the scenery outside.

Not long after, she went downstairs to the company, opened the door and got off the car.

Mo Shuang followed closely behind.

"I really want to go to the company." Zhuo Weilan said helplessly, "How about this, I will try to get off work early, okay?"

Mo Shuang shook her head, "No need."

"what?"

"Father said that the deposit has already been paid, so don't waste it." Mo Shuang raised her phone with a smile, "I'm your new customer, let's chat together."

☆, steal a kiss

During the lunch break yesterday, Zhuo Weilan had dinner with her colleagues. After hearing too many complaints, she learned a way—even if we are wronged, even if we want to give up, we should keep the truth of "the customer is the father" in mind.

So, when she heard Mo Shuang say "I am your new client", it was automatically translated into one sentence.

"I'm your client dad."

Zhuo Weilan's mood was complicated.

Mo Shuang just didn't understand, blinked, and asked innocently, "Aren't you going up?"

"Mo Shuang!" Zhuo Weilan finally understood what Mo Shuang was playing with his mobile phone without saying a word just now, and smiled sincerely, "Why did you do that."

Seeing that she was not happy, Mo Shuang pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved, and lowered her head, letting her see the trembling eyelashes clearly, "I'm worried that Yu Zhi will blame you after the order is cancelled."

Hearing what Mo Shuang said, Zhuo Weilan calmed down a little, and really thought about the situation after the cancellation of the customization.

Mo Shuang said there was some truth to it.

In order to put pressure on her, my aunt wanted to become a VIP of the company in the shortest possible time. When talking about the budget and paying the deposit, she was very forthright. She walked around the counter and took away a set of gold jewelry. From time to time, she mentioned the X Group to her face. Gold.

The people in the company saw that the aunt's purchasing power was so strong and she had such a good face, and they immediately took the advice, regarded the aunt as a guest of honor, explained it layer by layer, and asked the employees to pay attention to this customization and strive for perfection.

Such a rare business, lost after she asked for leave, how curious would the colleagues be, how would they talk about it, could the director still tell her that she was okay with a gentle but invisible smile?

As a related household, she brought her family members to the company to boast about it. She was about to make a big order and then canceled it in a hurry. Was it too much trouble?

Zhuo Weilan herself felt full of noise, and could imagine how embarrassing the real situation would be, so she couldn't help shaking, and changed her mind: Actually... Mo Shuang became a new customer instead of her aunt, and it's not bad to keep the order...

But she just asked Mo Shuang fiercely why she did this.

"Cough." Zhuo Weilan couldn't hold back, cleared her throat and said something awkward to agree, "Since you are kind, since you have already made a decision... then let's do this first, lest the director come and ask me why."

Mo Shuang's eyes lit up, and she kept nodding her head, "Yes, so that Yu Zhi won't harass you."

"..."

Talking about business can also be called harassment?

Zhuo Weilan was convinced by Mo Shuang's jealousy, and cast an annoyed look.

Seeing that she was standing in line with him, Mo Shuang felt confident, raised his head and looked back at her openly, with the corners of his curved lips reflecting his bright eyes, like an excited child who finally got attention.

Zhuo Weilan suddenly had a strange thought.

As a new customer, Mo Shuang will not torture her in terms of design, but will stick to her in other ways, making her feel another kind of "torture".

If their crooked looks fall into the eyes of their colleagues...

Gossip, attention, still cannot be avoided.

Zhuo Weilan likes affection, but doesn't like to show affection. In order to prevent Mo Shuang from going to the company as a customer and pestering others, she negotiated the conditions in advance, "Let's say yes first, you can't come to the company to find me, we Talk at home, and then I will pass it on to the team..."

Mo Shuang asked a key question, "Should we talk during working hours?"

Zhuo Weilan frowned, "Is it necessary to distinguish so clearly?"

"Yes," Mo Shuang was always easy to discuss, but when it came to the key issues, he became strong, pointed to himself and said, "I'm a customer, so I decide the time, right?"

Zhuo Weilan saw that Mo Shuang put on the airs of a client in a blink of an eye, and couldn't get used to it, so she curled her lips and complained, "It means that you want me to go out to work in the name of interviewing clients and stay by your side?"

Mo Shuang nodded without haste, smiled and said another plan, "If you don't want to talk during working hours, I don't mind staying in the room with you at night..."

night, room.

Are they suitable? ?

"Stop." After comparing, Zhuo Weilan firmly felt that it was a good thing to go out to work, "Let's talk about it during working hours. Don't choose a company for the location. If my colleagues see it, I will be ashamed..."

Mo Shuang was sad, "Am I ashamed?"

"No, I mean show..." Zhuo Weilan saw Mo Shuang's clear eyes in the middle of the explanation, and felt that the words "show affection" were really affectionate, so she coughed twice and changed her words, "Let my wife be your custom." It’s too embarrassing for customers to send money to the company to find a sense of existence for themselves.”

Since the design had no inspiration, the director proposed to find someone to replace her. She positioned herself as "a relationship household with no strength", and she planned to keep a low profile.

Zhuo Weilan couldn't control her aunt's messing around in the company, so she replaced Mo Shuang, of course she hoped that the shift would not make people laugh.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Mo Shuang took her hand, gently shook it and asked meekly, "Where are you going this afternoon?"

In order to clean up her aunt, Zhuo Weilan woke up early today, faintly sleepy, subconsciously said a place to sleep, "Go home?"

Mo Shuang answered, "Sleep?"

Zhuo Weilan listened to the simple words, glanced at the hands they were holding, and suddenly felt reconciled—it was such a difficult holiday, she just slept in a dim room until dark?

It's so boring.

"Why don't we go out for a stroll?" Zhuo Weilan suggested, "You have been out of the hospital for so long, except for the two hours at school, you haven't been outside for more than two hours. You always run back and forth between home and work, and you tend to get bored. How about going to another place for a walk, maybe what you see will stimulate your memory, and think of something else?"

She thought so clearly, all for the sake of Mo Shuang's body.

Mo Shuang readily agreed without thinking too much, and excitedly took her hand and said, "Okay! Let's go on a date!"

"...All right." Zhuo Weilan was dragged back to the car uncomfortably.

Mo Shuang waited for her to sit down, and immediately urged Lao Zhang, "Hurry up, Lao Zhang, get out of here first, don't let Wei Lan get out of the car."

"I'm here to listen." Zhuo Weilan couldn't help laughing, and poked Mo Shuang to remind him.

Mo Shuang let out a "hmm", clenched her hand even tighter, and said seriously, "It should be here."

The unexpected love words hit her face all over her face, Zhuo Weilan loved sweetness, and curled the corners of her lips happily.

"Going home?" Lao Zhang drove half a block away, and asked cautiously after they were flirting.

Mo Shuang answered first, "No, let's go play."

Zhuo Weilan was a little used to it, and couldn't help but stare at Mo Shuang, who had a childish tone and was clamoring to play, feeling in her heart: It's rare to be so cute...

Lao Zhang was taken aback by Mo Shuang like this, he hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "The chairman specifically told me to send you home, not to go to other dangerous places."

Zhuo Weilan frowned.

How could Papa Mo tell Lao Zhang so long-windedly?

She didn't want to understand, but Mo Shuang didn't understand his father's intentions at all. He only knew that this sentence was a disappointment, and the corners of his mouth drooped, "Drive to the commercial square, this is an order."

Lao Zhang quietly glanced at Mo Shuang, who was as serious as before, from the rearview mirror, and was scared.

"Hey, good."

-

The last time Zhuo Weilan went out to play, she had a meal with her best friend Tan Shaoshi to vent her anger, got drunk, and fell asleep on the bed after returning home. When she woke up, she couldn't remember where she had been.

The last time Zhuo Weilan went out to play, she took her mother to watch a movie - her friends were not available, and her wife ignored them. She wanted to watch a new movie, so she had to find her mother.

At that time, they watched family carnival animated comedies. There were as many couples as there were in each scene, and there were also many children watching with their parents, noisy and full of vitality.

She also stood with her mother, and instantly felt like a baby who couldn't grow up, couldn't reach the adult line of a sweet and greasy couple, and couldn't return to a carefree childhood. Embarrassment exploded, and her good mood was half lost. The cute and amused image on the screen couldn't help laughing.

My mother could see clearly from the side, and she started nagging as soon as she got out of the theater, saying that she didn't like it, so she didn't want to watch it, and her back hurt after sitting for two hours.

Of course, Zhuo Weilan didn't need to say "I like to watch it, but I just can't laugh", and gave up the dazzling array of clothes and bags in the mall, and went to pick out tonics and massage instruments with her mother.

Until now, when she thinks of that movie trip that turned into an old-age tour, she is still a little bit unwilling.

"Let's go to the movies," Zhuo Weilan arrived at the bustling business district, and pointed to the place he wanted to go without stopping, "This is the cinema!"

Mo Shuang looked around, even though she had to go around two movie theater signboards to see the one she mentioned, she didn't dislike the foolish move of "seeking far away from the near ones", "Okay, let's go over there."

Lao Zhang said regretfully, "The road is closed over there. It may take half an hour to go around. It's faster if you walk through the pedestrian street."

"Yes." It was the first time that Zhuo Weilan didn't want to leave so much, and pulled Mo Shuang out of the car.

No matter how far she went, no matter whether this move was meaningful or not, she wanted to revisit her hometown with her wife and watch "a shame" in the theater.

Mo Shuang didn't object, and after a hasty explanation to Lao Zhang, she followed, speeding up her pace and walking side by side, putting her cold hands into her coat.

Zhuo Weilan suddenly felt warm, she was stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, she met Mo Shuang's gentle smiling face, her anxious heart calmed down, and she became annoyed: "Dating should be fun, so what's the point of rushing on the road?"

"Go slowly." She moved two steps to be next to Mo Shuang.

"En." Mo Shuang replied softly, her voice was blown away by the noisy wind, and the naughty movement of pinching her pocket was real.

Zhuo Weilan chuckled, "It's itchy."

Mo Shuang didn't say a word, and rubbed the area just pinched again.

The small pockets were moved by the two of them, Zhuo Weilan felt that the skin was getting hotter and hotter, and she was about to sweat, so she pursed her lips and let go, and found a topic to divert Mo Shuang's attention, "What do you want to see?"

"Recently there is a popular literary film called "Clouds and Mist," Mo Shuang said, "There is also an action film that has a high box office, but the reviews are not very good, so it's good to watch."

Zhuo Weilan was surprised, "You actually pay so much attention to movies, have you started to like watching them?"

"Normal." Mo Shuang suddenly looked at her embarrassedly, staring at the signboard of the roadside shop and said, "But I want to go out with you to see."

Just walking around the corner, Zhuo Weilan heard no loud human voices, no roadside shop advertisements, and could clearly hear this awkward and shy words, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

This voice had rejected her no less than ten times before losing her memory, "Weilan, I'm not free, you can see for yourself."

"Hmm..." Zhuo Weilan had no intention of recalling the previous depression, she shook her head and forced herself to focus on what was in front of her eyes, "It's still a literary movie, action movies are always rumbling, so noisy."

She wanted to ask if there were any cartoons, but Mo Shuang had never been immune to cartoon images, and when he saw his wife wearing bear pajamas, his reaction was not "cute", but "a waste of figure".

Mo Shuang glanced at the big billboards of other theaters from a distance, and suddenly asked, "Do you like animation?"

Zhuo Weilan's heart skipped a beat, she gritted her teeth so as not to show any shock, "Why do you ask that?"

"I think you like it. There are a lot of dolls and cartoon things in the house."

Seeing Mo Shuang's ignorant question, Zhuo Weilan became playful, and pretended to be serious and said, "Those are yours."

"Really." Mo Shuang's face was calm, "I don't like it now, so throw it away when you have time."

Zhuo Weilan became anxious, "No way!"

"Okay." Mo Shuang seemed to have expected it, and patted her on the back to help her relax, "Don't throw it away."

It was eaten to death, Zhuo Weilan remembered the tragic memory of tricking Mo Shuang into wearing bear pajamas, but was so adorable, decided not to die, and urged Mo Shuang to move on, "Go to the cinema and watch the show. "

Mo Shuang stopped teasing her, and walked forward quickly.

It was the afternoon of a weekday, there were not many people in the cinema, and they could be counted on one hand, and the environment was much quieter than last time.While Zhuo Weilan was inexplicably disappointed, she also put her mind on which movie to watch. After scanning the shows, she felt that the literary film "Cloud and Mist" was the most suitable, so she asked Mo Shuang to buy a ticket and a movie viewing package.

"What are you talking about..." She looked at the simple movie title on the movie ticket, "It won't be confusing."

"It's like a love story."

"Huh?" Zhuo Weilan was thoughtful, "Alright, let's find some inspiration."

Mo Shuang was curious, "What do you do when you have no inspiration?"

"Do everything, use the computer to search for information, go out and look around, find some movies and TV shows." Zhuo Weilan said with a smile, "I'm relatively conservative, Shaoshi will go to the bar to have fun, say If you encounter an affair, everything will be solved."

Mo Shuang suddenly became serious, "Have you been there?"

"No, I don't drink well."

"That's true." Mo Shuang agreed deeply.

Zhuo Weilan always felt that these three words were a bit harsh, and puffed her mouth to defend, "I don't drink often, last time I was in a bad mood, and I drank too much at once..."

"Yeah." Mo Shuang nodded obediently and followed her words at all times, "Drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health."

too much?

Zhuo Weilan thought of the hidden cigarettes and alcohol in the guest room on the first floor, glanced at Mo Shuang, who was unaware, and asked after thinking for a while, "What do you think about the cigarettes and alcohol in the guest room on the first floor?"

"I put it there." Mo Shuang said directly.

Zhuo Weilan was worried about this, "Don't touch it again. My father smoked before I was born. His health was very bad. After quitting, he got better. One of his friends who didn't quit smoking got lung cancer. He died at the age of 50. I'm leaving."

She remembered the painful crying of her family members at the uncle's funeral, and she still felt very uncomfortable. She squeezed the movie ticket in her hand, her voice trembling.

"I won't." Mo Shuang held her hand.

Mo Shuang was so cautious that he almost swore, Zhuo Weilan of course believed in An Xin, smiled and shook her hand gently.

Mo Shuang, who only had 18-year-old memories, didn't have too many worries. She smiled happily when she tasted the sweetness of holding hands, unpacked the wet wipes with one hand, wiped her hands and fed her a popcorn.

The act of wiping his hands made Zhuo Weilan see the shadow of the past, so he didn't need to pick it up with his dirty hands, and obediently let Mo Shuang feed him.

Their sweet feeding PLAY attracted the attention of the table next to them.

Zhuo Weilan didn't care, she glanced casually while eating the sweet popcorn, trying to scare away the boring gaze.She took a look and found that the people visiting were two middle school girls, wearing school uniforms, who were not afraid to look back at her, and continued to cover their faces with their hands and whisper.

Because one girl lowered her head and the other covered her face, the faces of both of them were hard to see.

Unfortunately, the school uniforms those two wore were the same as the stalking middle school students circled by my aunt.

Zhuo Weilan felt uncomfortable, let go of Mo Shuang's hand, and took the phone from the bag to flip through the photos for comparison.

"Wei Lan?" Mo Shuang fixed the half-fed popcorn in the air, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhuo Weilan made a silent gesture, zoomed in on the picture and kept staring at the two little girls, making sure that they were not the ones who had been stalking, she was still uneasy, and frequently looked at the bag on the next table, for fear that there might be a camera and video recorder hidden in it.

Mo Shuang understood, put down the popcorn, "Weilan, don't be like this, they arrived before us, how could they be Yaorong's people?"

Zhuo Weilan understands this truth, but she is always entangled in the one-in-a-million possibility, "What if Yaorong arranges eyeliner in various public places? My aunt said that Yaorong is very generous, and he will use a lot of money to achieve his goal." people."

Mo Shuang was helpless, "Weilan, take it easy, we will go home after watching the movie, there will be no problem."

"Hmm... I know." Zhuo Weilan put the phone back in her bag, still uncontrollably looking at the next table.

The two little girls were not blind, seeing Zhuo Weilan's strange behavior, they packed up their things and shifted in dissatisfaction.

It was the first time that Zhuo Weilan was scrutinized by mentally ill eyes, and she didn't feel ashamed, but thought of Mo Shuang before amnesia who suspected that she was hallucinating.

She felt sore.

Mo Shuang was clearly being followed, but because Yaorong Company's method was weird and couldn't produce any evidence, he was regarded by others as an abnormal person with hallucinations.

How wronged.

"Mo Shuang." Zhuo Weilan said with emotion, "Actually...it's a good thing that you lost your memory."

The chair was fixed, so Mo Shuang simply got up and walked to her side, stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly, stroked her hair and asked softly, "Why do you say that?"

"Before you lost your memory, you were followed by different people every day," Zhuo Weilan couldn't help hugging Mo Shuang even tighter when she said this, burying her in her arms and not daring to look at the outside world, so as to dispel the fear, "how many times?" It's scary, anyone around me may be bribed by Yaorong Company..."

Mo Shuang used her fingers as a comb, and slowly straightened her messy hair, "No, you are absolutely not."

"..." Zhuo Weilan was taken aback for a moment, no longer being a coward who shrank into his wife's arms, she raised her head to look at Mo Shuang, "Really?"

Mo Shuang nodded, "I heard from my aunt this morning that there were so many people following her, and I felt a little scared. But, you held my hand, and I immediately agreed. I'm on vacation, so I can stay at home with you. Going out is also to pick you up from work, you don't need to go to other strange places... nothing to be afraid of."

After hearing these words, Zhuo Weilan slowly calmed down.

That's right, Mo Shuang is no longer the person who didn't see each other often and kept everything in his heart.

Zhuo Weilan felt happy, stood up and rushed towards Mo Shuang, hugging Mo Shuang tightly, "We don't have to be afraid if we are together."

Mo Shuang gave a soft "hmm" and patted her on the back patiently.

After hugging for a while, Zhuo Weilan let go of her hand when she heard the notice of ticket checking and entering the venue, "Let's go, let's go in and watch a movie."

"it is good."

The literary film they chose was well-received but had very few audiences. There were only them and a couple in the corner for the entire show.

Zhuo Weilan wondered, "These two people chose such a biased position, are they here to watch a movie..."

"Probably not." Mo Shuang took the hand sanitizer, poured it into her hands, touched it but helped to wipe it seriously, "Okay, don't touch the seat randomly."

"Got it." Zhuo Weilan was angry and funny.

Mo Shuang was still worried, and took a wet wipe for her to hold in her hand.

The movie started, and the surroundings were dark. Zhuo Weilan held a wet wipe in one hand and ate popcorn in the other, looking at the beautiful picture on the screen to find his feelings.

The foreshadowing at the beginning of the film is long and the details are trivial.

It took Zhuo Weilan a little effort to memorize the two similar heroines, she pondered every word of the lines, and slowly figured out the meaning of the clouds and mists - the scenery in the picture is not for the audience to sigh, the sky The clouds of different shapes in the movie and the misty fog on the sea correspond to the psychology of the characters. The scene changes with the advancement of the plot. The matchsticks thrown by the heroine on the ground are all expressions of the state.

She is naturally attracted to delicate emotions, and she looks very enthusiastic.

The young couple behind didn't have this kind of patience, so they picked up the popcorn and left.

"It's really..." Zhuo Weilan wanted to complain to Mo Shuang, but when she turned her head, she found that Mo Shuang fell asleep even more impatiently.

She wondered.

Is this movie so ugly?Now it's stormy, the climax of the protagonist crying in the rain!Everything is very reasonable!

Zhuo Weilan was disappointed that her wife didn't know how to appreciate it.

However, the scene on the screen changed, and the light illuminated Mo Shuang's sleeping face. She tilted her head slightly, and some of her messy hair was stuck to her cheeks, and some of her messy hair was pushed up by the back of the seat, standing upright like a dull hair. , the coat was wrinkled by the closed hands, and he huddled there aggrieved.

Mr. Mo, ah no, a tragedy that ruined classmate Mo's image.

Zhuo Weilan smiled, and stretched out her hand to brush away Mo Shuang's hair that covered her face.

Mo Shuang didn't wake up, and groaned uncomfortably.

Zhuo Weilan actually heard it clearly, and thought the sound was too cute, wiped her lips with a wet towel, got up and leaned over, and gently pressed a kiss on Mo Shuang's cheek, muttering to herself.

Oh mint.

☆, prevention

After Zhuo Weilan kissed her, she stared at her for a long time.

Mo Shuang didn't wake up, her breathing was even, and she looked obedient as she leaned her head on the back of the chair.

Zhuo Weilan felt ashamed of taking advantage, and turned to watch the movie.

The heroine in the movie is wearing a mess of hair, wrapping herself in a quilt, walking around a room full of wine bottles on her feet, looking for it for a long time, and seeing the "thank you" note left by her one-night stand.

The heroine cursed a foul word, gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "Run when you get on."

Having taken advantage of Mo Shuang just now, Zhuo Weilan always felt that this sentence was a little bit heart-wrenching. She quietly turned her head and looked to the side. Seeing that Mo Shuang was wearing her coat, she seemed to be quite cold. After thinking for a while, she warmed herself with a hot drink that was still warm. Hand, reach out and cover.

Mo Shuang's hands were indeed cold.

Zhuo Weilan was afraid of the cold, so she hissed when she was stabbed, and almost couldn't help but shrink back.

Mo Shuang didn't know whether she was awake or asleep, she groaned in a daze, subconsciously clasped her hands back, her lips moved and muttered, "Wei Lan..."

"Hey." Anyway, there were only the two of them left in the auditorium, Zhuo Weilan was not afraid of disturbing others, so she responded generously, got up and wanted to button up Mo Shuang's coat.

She just laid hands on her, and Mo Shuang opened her eyes slightly, frowned and twisted her body uncomfortably.

"Get up," Zhuo Weilan felt that this was not a good place to sleep, and reminded her softly, "Go home and sleep."

Mo Shuang was really disturbed, looked at her while scratching her hair in a daze, then looked down at her hand on the button, and slowly widened her eyes.

"Why are you taking off my clothes?"

"...I didn't take it off!" Zhuo Weilan was stunned for two seconds, and hurriedly defended, "It's just buttoning up for you!"

Mo Shuang tilted her head in doubt, "Didn't I button up my button before..."

"Think about it yourself." Zhuo Weilan sat back, stared at the screen angrily and said, "It's not rewarding for my kindness. I'm going to concentrate on watching the movie and ignore you."

When it came to the movie, Mo Shuang looked forward ignorantly, and finally remembered that they were watching a movie today, and immediately sat upright, "I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."

"It's okay." Zhuo Weilan chewed the popcorn, and said indifferently, "There is a young couple who just can't stand it and left."

Mo Shuang pondered for a moment, "Maybe I'm going to open a room."

"Huh?" Zhuo Weilan was shocked.

Mo Shuang chuckled, "You may have been too absorbed in watching the movie, and didn't notice that they were making out behind the scenes all the time."

"Okay." Zhuo Weilan saw the progress of the plot to the point where the heroine was looking for a one-night stand. When she became interested, she pointed her fingers and said to Mo Shuang, "Shh, the key plot is here, I want to take a good look."

Shut up obediently, Mo Shuang stayed for a while, and found that every time she grabbed the popcorn, she had to struggle to reach the bottom, so she thoughtfully picked up the popcorn box and placed it obliquely in her direction.

Zhuo Weilan found it convenient, and suddenly felt that it was good to have a wife who didn't watch movies but was willing to take care of others.

She watched with gusto, Mo Shuang met, wanted to have a common topic and apologized for the mistake of falling asleep, and also stared at the screen seriously to see what kind of "key plot".

Under their piercing gaze, the heroine of the movie found someone and ran over quickly...

Throw down and entangle.

Unfortunately, the heroine of the movie had a one-night stand with a woman, one with long hair and the other with short hair.

If you watch it alone, Zhuo Weilan can see it as a pure and beautiful combination of soul and body. If you watch it with Mo Shuang, Zhuo Weilan can't see the beauty of the picture, and the progress of the plot. It's a bit like, unconsciously contacting myself, recalling a shameful episode.

She took a sip of her drink and took time to look at Mo Shuang...

The 18-year-old memory classmate watched very intently.

Zhuo Weilan's mouth twitched.

Where did the person who fell asleep while watching a movie go?

Mo Shuang noticed her eyes, turned her head to look back, and smiled softly, "What's wrong?"

"So you like to watch passionate dramas." Zhuo Weilan would not let go of the opportunity to complain.

Mo Shuang shook her head, "No, I was thinking about the dream I had just now."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that you kissed me."

"..." As the person who really kissed, Zhuo Weilan felt guilty, and suddenly felt that it was good for Mo Shuang to pay attention to the passionate drama, so she turned back and continued to watch the big screen, "Stop thinking about it, let's watch a movie."

"En." Mo Shuang listened carefully.

The director is a man of literature and art, and he doesn't express too much intimacy scenes, but mostly closes up the delicate expressions of the two protagonists. When their lips touch, the music stops suddenly, and the sounds of panting and grinding are soft and real.

Zhuo Weilan had seen hotter ones, but her mouth was dry because of this half-covered plot, she took a drink to moisten her hoarse voice, and took the time to glance at Mo Shuang.

Student Mo still had a straight face, staring at him without blinking, his earnestness was similar to attending an event at work or in class.

"Does it look good?" Zhuo Weilan asked in a low voice.

Mo Shuang's evaluation is very sincere, "The atmosphere is desirable, the details are too ordinary, the two actors obviously have no feelings, and the interaction is awkward and blunt."

"..." Zhuo Weilan was speechless, and a strange thought popped into her mind.

If Mo Shuang went to see a real small movie, would he still criticize the performances of the actors with a stern face like now?

She imagined it, and thought it was cute.

Zhuo Weilan felt a little broken.

She shook her head and refocused on the movie.

After the hidden emotions of the two protagonists erupted, the movie gradually came to an end, the white fog dissipated, the blue sky became clear, and familiar scenes reappeared, shining in the bright sunlight.

The ending song is a cappella, a protagonist sings a pop song with a sense of age in a plain, unskilled voice, several times when she is out of breath and wants to give up, her partner will remind her, whispering, "It's recording now. ".

Zhuo Weilan heard the sweetness and happiness of the two characters, and couldn't help sighing, "That's great."

Mo Shuang returned the tilted popcorn bucket silently, and took out her mobile phone to search for the plot of the movie.

After the movie was over and the lights were turned on, Zhuo Weilan saw the theater staff come in with cleaning tools, she immediately came out of the plot, put the literary and fresh love story behind her, packed her things and said, "Don't..."

When she turned her head and saw Mo Shuang's appearance, she couldn't help laughing.

Mo Shuang held the phone in both hands, and looked down at the plot summary on the screen. The background picture of the page was the poster of "Cloud and Mist".

"Let's go." Zhuo Weilan sighed, "This movie is kind of boring, it's normal for you to not be able to watch it."

Being caught by her, Mo Shuang didn't make any excuses, and got up to help her carry the bag, "I want to know what you like."

The tone is soft, but there is a kind of natural tenderness.

Probably because of the delicacy of a literary film, Zhuo Weilan felt that this sentence was extremely touching, she pursed her lips and couldn't speak, so she walked away first, and let her long hair cover her slightly hot cheeks.

The aisle between the seats was inconvenient to walk side by side, so Mo Shuang followed obediently at first, and when he reached the outside of the auditorium, he immediately seized the opportunity to go up to hold her hand.

Zhuo Weilan was used to it.

It gets dark early in winter, and the light outside is a bit dim. Many businesses have opened up their billboards, which are colorful and colorful. There are more people on the street who are off-duty office workers, and it is much more lively than before.

Zhuo Weilan hadn't seen such a lively scene for a long time, she couldn't help but look left and right, and dragged Mo Shuang around.

"Should we go back after eating?" She was attracted by the big grilled wings on the roadside advertisement, "I haven't eaten junk food for a long time."

Mo Shuang let her go, "Okay, I'll call Aunt Fang."

Zhuo Weilan got permission, walked happily into the store, found a place to sit down, watched Mo Shuang call and couldn't wait to start ordering, saw the tempting pictures on the menu, couldn't hold back for a moment, ordered whatever she saw, still Big eyes and small belly, extravagance and waste.

"Really?" Mo Shuang, who was on the other end of the phone, didn't care, and whispered to Aunt Fang, "It's okay, I'll talk to him later."

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Zhuo Weilan put down the menu, stared blankly at Mo Shuang who ended the call, "What's going on?"

"My dad asked his assistant to call Aunt Fang and ask if we've gone home." Mo Shuang took another menu, flipped through it casually, and answered casually, as if mentioning a trivial matter that couldn't be more ordinary.

Yet this is not unusual at all.

"Why do you suddenly care so much about us going home?" Zhuo Weilan was surprised, "Is Dad waiting for us at home?"

Mo Shuang looked up at her, "He's in a meeting, and he's not off work yet."

Zhuo Weilan glanced at the time at five o'clock, pursed her lips, "Is that so... is there something for us?"

"Don't worry." Mo Shuang obviously cared more about ordering, "What did you order? Is it enough?"

The waiter kindly said, "One signature roast chicken, one iron grill, one seafood fried rice, one