Wife lost memory before divorce gl

Chapter 5

Kneeling and sitting on the bed for 10 minutes, Zhuo Weilan's legs could no longer support her, and her waist gradually became sore because of Mo Shuang's leaning on her.

She didn't think this would work, so she pressed Mo Shuang's shoulder and wanted to shake it, but she didn't start to exert any force, and when she lowered her head, she saw her peaceful sleeping face and the band-aid on her forehead, and suddenly she couldn't move her hands.

Thinking about it carefully, Mo Shuang was very pitiful. After the car accident, her memory stopped, and she heard "You have a wife", "Your aunt has become a mercenary", "Your wife is going to divorce you", "Your mother left I'm home" bombing message, I'm lucky I didn't faint.

Zhuo Weilan pursed her lips, visually measured the distance between herself and the pillow, hugged Mo Shuang, and slowly fell over together for tens of seconds.

The body moved suddenly, Mo Shuang grumbled uncomfortably, sank into the soft quilt and stopped.

Zhuo Weilan breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully withdrew her hand that was pressed by Mo Shuang.

As soon as she moved, Mo Shuang frowned, reached out and hugged her tightly in her arms, moved over to find a comfortable position, pulled the quilt to cover her, and finally patted her with her hands Back, grunted and continued to sleep.

The movement is done in one go, it cannot be practiced overnight.

Pretty much the same as at home.

Zhuo Weilan stared at Mo Shuang who was sleeping in front of her, and almost suspected that this guy was pretending to sleep.

But the gentle and even breathing was exactly the frequency and sound of Mo Shuang falling asleep, and it couldn't fool anyone.

"What?" Zhuo Weilan stared for a long time, her eyes became sore, rubbing her eyes made her feel more drowsy, she couldn't say Mo Shuang's name at first, and yawned big, her eyelids drooped and she couldn't see clearly .

No way, she didn't sleep well last night. In order to appear in front of Mo Shuang in a glamorous state of "I'm very happy to get a divorce", she got up early in the morning to make up, and came after sitting in Lawyer Liu's office for two hours. In the hospital, there is no chance to rest.

Mo Shuang was tired, so Zhuo Weilan was not.

"It's really..." She was so sleepy that tears came out, and she wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while.

Zhuo Weilan ignored how tired she was, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She had a dream in which she resolutely pushed Mo Shuang away, got up from the hospital bed, walked out of the hospital, and discussed with Lawyer Liu the time to revise the agreement next time.

The details were so clear and frighteningly real that she really thought she had woken up and slept more peacefully.

Zhuo Weilan was awakened by the continuous vibration of the mobile phone in the coat.

"Huh?" She opened her eyes in a daze, and saw Mo Shuang lying beside her in a daze for a moment.

Mo Shuang went home?Why is Mo Shuang wearing a set of pajamas that she has never seen before?

Zhuo Weilan thought about it ignorantly, only after seeing the white wall in the background did she feel that something was wrong, she woke up suddenly, sat up and scanned around the ward, and took out the frantically vibrating mobile phone from her pocket to look.

The caller ID was "Tan Shaoshi", her best friend and colleague.

Zhuo Weilan regained her spirits, gently took away Mo Shuang's hand on her waist, lifted the quilt out of bed, and found that she had not fallen asleep enough, and kicked her shoes one by one to the left and one to the right.

Really made this home.

She patted her head and tiptoed to pick it up. After picking it up, she looked at the smooth and shiny floor of the hospital. She thought about not wearing it and making noise. She held it in her hand and walked lightly to the door of the ward.

The moment she closed the door, she saw the quilt on the bed move, thinking that Mo Shuang was about to wake up, she held her breath in fright, her hands trembling.

The door lock still closed quietly as she wished.

Zhuo Weilan breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the chair next to her and sat down, answered the phone while putting on her shoes, "Hello, Shaoshi."

"Where is it?" Tan Shaoshi asked casually, "Have you completed the formalities? I'm waiting for you to eat."

Zhuo Weilan only told one friend about the divorce, and agreed to have dinner together in the evening after completing the formalities, to celebrate her return to being single.When she heard Tan Shaoshi's urging, she was taken aback for a moment, only to find out that it was already four o'clock when she checked the time, she lay in bed with Mo Shuang unconsciously and slept for several hours, rubbing the center of her brows angrily, "I can't do it, I'm in the hospital."

"What? Are you fighting?" Tan Shaoshi suddenly became excited.

Zhuo Weilan rolled her eyes, "How is that possible!"

"That's right... Mo Shuang doesn't seem to be such a rude person." Tan Shaoshi muttered for a while, and suddenly came to a more horrifying conclusion, "Could it be that you sent Mo Shuang to the hospital?"

"No! Mo Shuang had a car accident and went to the hospital by herself." Zhuo Weilan could be regarded as convinced by this best friend who never thought of her best.

Tan Shaoshi was stunned, "Huh? A car accident?"

"Ah."

"is it serious?"

Zhuo Weilan wanted to say "no", but when she thought of Mo Shuang smiling at her with a silly face, she felt that the answer was not appropriate enough, so she thought about it and gave a mysterious answer, "To be determined."

"Tsk." As soon as Tan Shaoshi heard that she was in the mood to think about it, she knew that the car accident was not serious, so she joked, "Why, do you feel reluctant and want to stay with Mo Shuang to take care of it?"

Zhuo Weilan was powerless to defend, "It's nothing, it's because the situation is too complicated, I don't know how to say that."

"Well, it's complicated to remember an old relationship, and it may not be cured in a lifetime."

"Stop talking, it's a headache." Zhuo Weilan pursed her lips, almost telling her about her amnesia, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that this matter was different from divorce, so she swallowed it.

Divorce is her share, and it can be considered her personal privacy. She is free to say it or not. Amnesia is completely Mo Shuang's privacy. It's okay to talk about it a little unkindly. It's not a joke to spread it to the ears of X Group's competitors.

Zhuo Weilan was silent, and Tan Shaoshi read another meaning from the silence, "Are you going to have dinner with Mo Shuang tonight?"

"No." Zhuo Weilan was not at all embarrassed by this question, and said decisively, "When do you get off work? I'll take a taxi to pick you up."

"05:30."

"Okay, I'll be there at five o'clock and I'll send you a message before I leave."

"Okay." Before Tan Shaoshi hung up the phone, she said a meaningful sentence, "It's only four o'clock, don't worry, take your time and have a good 'talk' with Mo Shuang."

Talking words bit the accent.

Last time, Tan Shaoshi said this because she ran into Mo Shuang's passionate goodbye kiss when she was sent to work, and later joked with her, "Madam, I didn't say that your car is so expensive, people passing by will look at it more." Two-eyed, wife-wife affection should not be 'talked' for so long."

Zhuo Weilan was shy at the time, but now her mood is beyond words.

"Oh." She sighed and replied, "Go to work, so as not to be caught by the director."

"okay bye."

Zhuo Weilan hung up the phone, took out the mirror and tidied her messy hair, sat quietly for a while, and decided to go back to get her bag and see how Mo Shuang was doing.As soon as she opened the door, she saw Mo Shuang sitting on the bed, rubbing her eyes and looking at people with her hair messed up from sleep.

It looks... pretty harmless.

Zhuo Weilan felt inexplicably guilty of sneaking away and being discovered, and said with a dry smile, "Wake up."

Mo Shuang blinked and asked, "Where have you been?"

"Go and answer the phone." Zhuo Weilan regained his composure, and felt that it would be a good thing that Mo Shuang didn't have to wake up by himself when he woke up. He walked over to pick up the package and said, "I have to leave beforehand, you can take care of yourself in the hospital." Take care of your health, and if your family members come, try not to mention your mother."

"What if a friend I don't know comes?"

"Uh..." Zhuo Weilan was also in a dilemma, "Then smile politely, anyway, there are too many people flattering, it's normal for you not to remember your name."

Mo Shuang nodded with a half understanding.

"By the way, did you get your phone back?"

Simple question, Mo Shuang thought for a while, then turned around and took out a mobile phone from the drawer of the bedside table, "Is this mine?"

"Yeah, otherwise why put it here?"

"The nurse said it was mine and I don't want it, so she put it in the drawer for the time being." Mo Shuang evaluated the mobile phone in front of her based on her [-]-year-old memory of technological development in that year, "It looks very advanced."

Zhuo Weilan didn't bother to talk to Mo Shuang about the development of mobile phones over the years, and only explained the business, "There are Assistant Chen and my phone number in it. If you have anything to do, call Assistant Chen first, and then call me if you are not sure."

Mo Shuang carefully pressed the power button, looked at the combination lock in front of her and was at a loss, "How to use it."

Zhuo Weilan couldn't think of the password, so she grabbed Mo Shuang's hand and tried fingerprints one by one, but didn't turn on the phone.She was depressed, and began to wonder if Mo Shuang didn't set up fingerprint unlocking at all, and suggested, "Try the common password and birthday."

Mo Shuang obeyed obediently, but still failed.

"Then... 0622?" Zhuo Weilan said about the wedding anniversary.

Mo Shuang entered, and saw the prompt of wrong password again, "What's your birthday number?"

Zhuo Weilan faintly looked forward to it, "0328."

She stared straight at the phone screen, and Mo Shuang carefully counted the numbers one by one, for fear of making a mistake.

Under the expectant eyes of the two pairs, the phone didn't show any face, and the unlocking failed again.

Zhuo Weilan was depressed, and gave up resolutely, "Forget it, I'll write you the number, and ask the nurse to call you if you need anything."

Mo Shuang was not discouraged, "When did we first meet?"

"Hmm..." Zhuo Weilan had just finished writing Assistant Chen's name and number, and was writing her own name stroke by stroke, "It seems to be October 10th."

Mo Shuang entered the number 1019, the screen flashed and the main interface appeared.

"Successful." Mo Shuang smiled and showed her the phone.

"That's fine." Zhuo Weilan put down the pen nonchalantly, leaving only half of the name on the sticky note, "I'm leaving, I'll see you next time."

After taking two steps, she heard a muffled bang behind her, and turned her head in a daze.

Mo Shuang staggered a bit before standing upright, standing barefoot on the cold ground, looking at her eagerly, "When is the next time?"

"... Go back and sit down." Zhuo Weilan softened her heart, pushed Mo Shuang to sit back on the bed, lowered her head to avoid looking at each other, and whispered, "I have to go to work tomorrow, let's talk about it."

Mo Shuang let out a low "oh".

"That's it, bye." Zhuo Weilan was afraid that if she continued talking, she would not be able to leave, so she packed her bag and left quickly.

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Mo Shuang watched Zhuo Weilan leave, sat by the bed in a daze for a while, picked up the unfinished post-it note on the cabinet to read.

Zhuo Weilan's name was only written as "Zhuo", and there was a "丿" that was cut off suddenly.

She sighed softly, found the phone that automatically locked the screen again, entered 1019, looked through it, and found Zhuo Weilan's name in the address book.

Why not keep a wife?

Mo Shuang didn't understand what she had done, put down her phone, picked up a pen and wrote down Zhuo Weilan's name carefully.

I don't know if it's because I haven't picked up the pen for a long time, or because of the slight impact of the car accident. The hands of this body are a little stiff, and the strokes that fall are trembling.

When Mo Shuang saw what she had written, she frowned dissatisfiedly, turned a page and continued writing.

Finally, half a page later, the most beautiful "Zhuo Weilan" appeared.

Mo Shuang didn't feel bored, and stared at it without blinking. He didn't sigh until his eyes were sore, and asked an innocent name on the post-it note:

"When is the next time?"

The author has something to say:

Mr. Mo must have done something wrong, he will be punished_(:3」∠)_