There was a long queue at the supermarket checkout channel, and Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng's side, .la

Wang Zhan is a very cautious person, if it weren't for Murong Cheng's symptoms being very serious, Wang Zhan would not have come to the conclusion of amnesia.

So......

If he really forgets the past, will it affect his relationship with her?

Mu Ziting minded this......

She looked up slightly at Murong Cheng's side face, her eyebrows were handsome, her jawline was very beautiful, and she exuded an indifferent temperament that was not close to anyone, and girls would feel particularly attractive.

Several young girls in the next party were peeking at him.

Mu Zi silently put his hand into the pocket of Murong Cheng's hoodie.

Murong Cheng lowered his eyes to look at her.

"My hands are a little cold." Mu Zi said.

Murong Cheng put his hand into his jacket pocket, and his palm wrapped her little hand warmly.

The scrutinizing gazes were withdrawn.

Murong Cheng gently scratched her palm, and his voice was very low: "Satisfied now?" ”

Mu Zi's cheeks were slightly red, and she muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

Murong Cheng didn't speak, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile.

At the checkout, Murong Cheng picked up a box of sets on the cashier shelf and gently threw them into the shopping basket, Mu Zi's face turned even redder.

……

After shopping, the two returned home, cooked together, ate together, and leaned back on the sofa to watch TV after eating.

I don't know what TV series it is, I watched an episode in a daze, and Murong Cheng proposed to go back to the room for a nap.

Mu Zi said awkwardly: "I'm not sleepy, I want to watch it for a while......"

"Let's go back to the room." Murong admitted.

There was also a TV in the room.

Mu Zi was still reluctant to speak, she had a lot of things in her heart, she wanted to say, and she didn't know how to speak.

Murong Cheng didn't bother to wait any longer, picked her up horizontally, and went upstairs directly.

"Wait, wait!" Mu Zi panicked, "I'm not ready yet!" ”

Murong Cheng kicked open the door with his foot, threw her on the bed, and took off his shirt himself, "You don't need to prepare for this, I just need to prepare." ”

Mu Zi was anxious: "I, let's talk!" Murong Cheng...... I think we should talk about it first! ”

Murong Cheng took off his own, came over to get rid of Mu Zi, "What are you talking about?" ”

"You...... Do you remember my name? Mu Zi asked in a panic.

Murong Cheng smiled: "You are Su Zi, how can I not remember your name." ”

Mu Zi asked again: "Then do you remember, how we got together?" ”

Murong Cheng saw that she had been entangled in this matter, and his face was slightly gloomy, "You don't believe me either?" ”

"I believe it!" Mu Zi put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder socket, "I believe you love me, but I'm also worried about your body, if you really forget all about the past, what should I do?" Murong Cheng, I'm scared! ”

Murong Cheng's breath stagnated.

He didn't move for a while.

For a long time, Murong Cheng pulled Mu Zi away a little and looked at her eyes seriously: "I did forget something, but I don't have amnesia, I remember that we studied in the same school in high school, and we were together after graduation, you said that you like ginkgo trees, and they are golden and beautiful in autumn, so I bought this house, and I planted ginkgo trees outside the house, and I like to kiss you under the trees...... I love you, Azusa. ”

Mu Zi's eyes turned red, hugged him tightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something: "Murong Cheng, you are so stupid." ”

Seeing her reaction, Murong Cheng was stunned and asked, "I said something wrong?" ”

Mu Zi raised her head sadly and kissed him, held his face and said, "Look at me, think about it, am I Su Zi?" Su Zi's appearance, is it like me? ”

Murong Cheng's deep dark eyes flashed with strange emotions, and his gaze fell on Mu Zi's face, but it seemed to be looking elsewhere through her.

"But I saw the picture...... The photos downstairs, the photos in the room, are consistent with my memory, I can't be mistaken. ”