Outside the door, a familiar breath came, and Bai Yan shuddered and stood up quickly.

Di Cang's gaze swept over Bai Yan, resting on the handkerchief held by the teenager.

Time is extremely quiet ...

Quiet as before the rainstorm.

Bai Yan looked at Emperor Cang, who turned black, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Emperor Cang ... it's a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence," Di Cang stepped forward, holding Bai Yan's hand tightly, his eyes swept toward Mo Li's white and lovely face, and he was jealous in his heart, "What are you doing just now? "

"I ... wipe the tears for the pig."

pig?

Di Cang noticed the pink pig in his arms, and Bai Yan's explanation made his mood clear.

"Your handkerchief is really just for this pig?"

"Yes, just for this pig ..."

After Bai Yangang explained, he wished to bite his tongue.

She obviously did nothing, and she and Di Cang did not develop to that extent, why should she explain?

But she didn't think about it, and the explanation came out involuntarily.

The pink pig had already shrunk and shivered in the arms of the teenager, and his dreaded eyes swept to Di Cang, as if under his coercion, he had no strength to lift his head.

"Who is he?" Di Cang pursed his lips and continued to ask.

Bai Yan's eyes flashed: "My brother."

"Your brother? Why don't I know that you have a brother besides Bai Xiao?"

"This ..." Bai Yan froze, "I said he was my younger brother, that is, my younger brother, Chen'er, you said I was right."

Bai Xiaochen immediately nodded his head in amusement: "Uncle Mo is the brother of the mother, really the younger brother."

"Your mother's brother, do you call uncle?"

"..."

Bai Xiaochen looked dull, did he say the wrong thing?

"Yan Yan," Mo Lihan looked at Di Cang with his suspicious eyes, "Have I ever seen him?"

From the moment he saw Bai Yan, he developed a sense of dependence, and now when he sees this man now, he feels inexplicably even more familiar.

But he ... can't remember anything!

Mo Lixi frowned tightly, he hugged his head in pain, his white cheeks were pale and colorless, almost transparent to white paper.

"Sorrow!" Bai Yan's face changed slightly, she gently rubbed Mo Li's temple, her voice was soft, "If you can't remember anything, don't think about it, some memories may be too painful, you will Choose to forget, so don't force it. "

The teenager stiffened, he felt the warmth of the woman's palm, and the pain just now gradually dissipated.

"Okay, I listen to Yan Yan ..."

She wanted him to restore his memory, and no matter how painful, he must remember the past.

If she didn't want him to recover, then he ... wouldn't remember again!

Xu Shi calmed down, and the teenager slowly stood up from the ground, a smile on his face.

His smile is pure like a narcissus without competition, but it has a unique beauty.

"Morning, you and Shimo go back to rest, I will come soon."

Bai Yan cast a wink towards Bai Xiaochen and said.

"Okay, mother."

Bai Xiaochen reluctantly glanced at the food on the table that had not been cleaned up, with fingers, jumped from the chair, and smiled toward Mo Li.

"Uncle Mo, I'm so tired, you take me back to the inn to rest."