She Become Sweet and Cuddly

How could this happen? She didn't know Obuchi before. Why did Obuchi call her mother?Is this memory a certain segment of her memory that was blank for five years?

Impossible, impossible, how could she be Obuchi's mother, and how could she treat Obuchi like that?

She can't even smoke.

Lin Qingqing looked at the cigarette in her hand. It was a cigarette that hadn't been smoked, probably to prove that she really didn't smoke. She touched a lighter from the table and lit it with a cigarette in its mouth.

It will be choked, and it will be choked.

But not anymore. On the contrary, she pumped very skillfully, and her fingers and throat seemed to have memory functions.

Lin Zhenzhen came in and saw a cigarette in her hand. She snatched it and said angrily: "Why did you start smoking again?!"

What my sister said was that she did smoke before.

Lin Qingqing looked at Lin Zhenzhen. She was in a trance for a moment, feeling that she suddenly came to an absurd world, so strange and so unreal.

If the clip that just appeared is real, then the elder sister must also know that Obuchi is her child, but why did the elder sister hide it from her.

Also... If Obuchi is really her child, then she and his father should be married.

His father... Yi Zeyan?

No, no, she couldn't believe that she was married to Yi Zeyan.

What is more difficult to understand is if she is really Yi Zeyan's wife, Yi Beiyuan's mother, why Yi Zeyan and his son pretend to be strangers to her.

She remembered the tall figure she saw in the hospital last time. He was chatting with her sister before she went.Yi Zeyan is indeed that tall, so will he be Yi Zeyan?If that person is him, then he should have known that she has amnesia from the beginning.

Then he and his sister joined forces to lie to her?

why?

She covered her head and shook her head. She couldn't believe that all this was true. How could she be Obuchi's mother?Before getting to know Xiaoyuan, she had never seen Yi Zeyan at all, how could she have anything with him.

She had no impression of marrying him and giving birth to Yi Beiyuan or something!

Lin Zhenzhen saw her in a daze. She was worried that she had hurt her too harshly, so she immediately said: "I didn't say anything about you. Smoking is not good for your health, isn't it?"

Lin Qingqing shook her head and said, "I just remembered something."

Lin Zhenzhen seemed to be frightened when she heard what she said. She was a little nervous and asked: "Think... what did you think of?"

My sister seems to be afraid of what she thinks of. Could it be that she has experienced something worse than ruining her voice?

Lin Qingqing's mind was in a mess, she didn't say anything, and went back to the room for a night.She went out the next morning before her sister got up.

She went to the entrance of the kindergarten attached to the University of Astronautics. She came very early, the kindergarten had not yet opened, and the street was very quiet. In the winter morning, human bones and hair were sour from freezing.

She has been waiting there for a long time.

People came to the kindergarten one after another, and then she finally saw the familiar car, Yi Zeyan and Yi Beiyuan got out of the car together.

Lin Qingqing walked over and Yi Beiyuan saw her first. His eyes lit up and he greeted her excitedly, "Aunt Qingqing, why are you here?"

He ran up and looked up at her, with a smile on his small face and crystal clear eyes, as bright as the brightest stars scattered inside.

"Are you here to find me?" asked her in a tender and soft voice.

Lin Qingqing did not speak, she knelt down, held his right hand and said, "Can I look at your arm?"

The child was a little confused, but he nodded without thinking about how long.

Lin Qingqing rolled up his sleeves, dressed in thick winter clothes, she wasted some effort.

She felt her fingers trembling, she hoped that her memory was wrong, and she hoped that the fragment that appeared in her mind was not real.

But when she saw the scar on the child's arm, she was stunned.

There was a round brown ugly scar on the fleshy, white and tender arm, so dazzling.

My heart was suddenly filled with a complex emotion, sour and self-blaming.

A cold wind blew over, and she felt him tremble, but he obediently let her open his sleeve without moving.

Lin Qingqing recovered and rolled down his sleeves.

She stood up and looked at Yi Zeyan, who had not spoken yet.

No longer the kind and gentle and polite expression, his brow furrowed at this moment, and his expression looked a little dignifiedly at her.

Lin Qingqing took a deep breath and said at him: "Mr. Yi, can I talk to you?"

He hooked his mouth and smiled, "Okay."

He walked over and touched Xiaoyuan's head and said, "You go to school first."

The child looked at his father with a puzzled expression and then at Lin Qingqing. His beautiful eyes blinked a few times, but he was very good and didn't ask anything. He went to school with his little schoolbag on his back.

Yi Zeyan walked to the side of the car and pulled the door, his eyebrows were smiling, a deep, inexplicable smile, "Please."

Lin Qingqing got into the car and sat down. Yi Zeyan also came from the other side. The driver was no longer in the car, and all the glass on the car was closed. In this small space, she and Yi Zeyan were the only two.

Before that, this man was a stranger who had been bound by two sides to her, the father of a little boy she liked very much, and the powerful and unattainable Mr. Yi.

The only very unusual intersection was yesterday, when he helped her teach Long Ge who was going to beat her.

When meeting Yi Zeyan for the first time, he gave her a business card. On the card, he was the president of Yicheng Group.She didn't know what Yicheng Group did, so she checked it out on the Internet before going to bed that day.

She couldn't help being shocked by this investigation.It turned out that the predecessor of Yicheng Group was Qizhou Liquor.Five years ago, when she hadn't lost her memory, Qizhou Winery was not on the market, but it was already a well-known brand in China, especially his family’s Qizhoujiao wine was very famous. One of the wine series is specially used to receive foreign guests.

Yijia is a winemaking family. The family has been making wine since the great-grandfather, and then gradually developed. Yijia has its own wine brand. About ten years ago, Yi Zeyan took over the Qizhou wine industry. Under his leadership, Yi's Wine Industry was successfully listed four years ago, and the Yijia Industry has also improved. Then Qizhou Wine Industry officially changed its name to Yicheng Group. Now Yijia not only sells wine, but also sells some drinks and Snacks are very large.

And Yi Zeyan was also named the youngest outstanding entrepreneur not long ago.

At that time, after finding out his identity, she knew very well that this man was in a world completely separated from her. Perhaps the two worlds intersect, but they can never blend together.His world is beyond the reach of people, just like his people, it looks beautiful and friendly, but you know very well that he is the kind of person who can stand on the top of the mountain and can only look far away and cannot be approached.

But now, he may have another identity for her, a very intimate identity, and his and her worlds really blended together.

He might be... her husband.

I was surprised, as if I was having an unattainable dream.

"What do you want to talk to me?" He said first.

His voice has a unique magnetism, his tone is very light, but his aura seems to be intertwined in his words, making his words also have an awe-inspiring taste.

Lin Qingqing adjusted her breathing. She looked at him, and the handsome but distant man in front of her asked, "Am I your wife?"

She saw the smile on his face slowly receding, and his eyes gradually became sharp. He stared at her, her hands on her legs clenched subconsciously, and she met his gaze and wanted him to give it to him. She answered.

Without knowing how long it took, he said, "Well, you are my wife."

What he said was an understatement, as if he was just stating a simple fact.