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    Chapter 15

    a year ago?  track?

    Zhuo Weilan was confused and subconsciously turned to look at Mo Shuang. When he met a pair of confused eyes, he sighed in hindsight: What do you expect, this 18-year-old classmate Mo can predict what will happen to him when he is 24?

    Mo Shuang misunderstood this sigh, reached out to hold her hand, and opened her mouth slightly to speak.

    Zhuo Weilan felt bad.

    ¡°If Mo Shuang directly asked her what happened with the stalking a year ago, wouldn¡¯t it directly expose the fact of amnesia?  There is no buffering at all, which is inappropriate.

    "Dad." She looked away and asked her father first, "What happened a year ago?"

    She asked bravely, not expecting her father to answer at all, but she just didn't want Mo Shuang to expose the fact of amnesia too suddenly.

    Sure enough, Dad didn¡¯t answer. He glanced at Mo Shuang, raised his eyebrows and said directly, ¡°It¡¯s up to you to explain your matter.¡±

    Mo Shuang lowered her eyes to look at the information on the coffee table and was speechless for a moment.

    Feeling that the force of the hold was a bit stronger, Zhuo Weilan was a little worried, and helped her look at her father's expression. She saw that the father usually had a stern face and a serious attitude, which was no different from his attitude when dealing with official matters.

    She suddenly understood where her faint discomfort came from.

    Dad has browsed the information so far, and has not shown any surprise or worry that "someone is trying to harm his daughter." He put the information down, thought for a few seconds and asked "Who do you think it is?" When he heard that they suspected Mo Qinhai, his first reaction was  ¡­laugh?

    Zhuo Weilan picked up the cup and drank some water to calm down.

    Dad still looked at Mo Shuang, silent.

    The assistant not far away saw this situation and cleverly closed the kitchen door to prevent the aunt from entering or exiting at will, and heard the conversation in the living room.

    I don¡¯t know how much time passed. Mo Shuang saw that his father was already looking at his watch and showed impatientness. He took a deep breath and started to speak, "Dad, my memory has been affected after this car accident."

    Dad¡¯s serious expression became a little unbearable. He straightened up and leaned forward, knocked on the coffee table and asked, ¡°What¡¯s the impact?¡±

    "I" Mo Shuang was stuck in her words, but she looked directly into her father's eyes and said at the end, "I have lost my memory after the age of 18."

    Dad was stunned and slowly leaned back on the sofa, frowning and not knowing what he was thinking.

    "But the doctor said that it can be recovered at any time." Mo Shuang added hurriedly, "Dad, you don't have to worry too much. There is no physical problem with me, it's just that there is a slight deviation in my memory."

    Zhuo Weilan said helpfully, "Yes, yes."

    Dad watched the two of them singing in harmony, without giving a single word of response, and continued to meditate with a serious face.

    Mo Shuang didn¡¯t dare to speak, and Zhuo Weilan was even quieter. He was so nervous that his palms became sweaty. He wanted to pull them back and wipe them, but his fingertips were clasped tightly and he moved towards Mo Shuang resignedly.

    Dad didn¡¯t think about it for too long and asked a key question, ¡°How many people know about this matter.¡±

    "Not many." Mo Shuang said, "The hospital staff include me, Wei Lan, and a lawyer named Liu."

    Dad asked the second key question, "What are you looking for a lawyer for?"

    Zhuo Weilan was dumbfounded.

    They originally planned to talk about amnesia, but why did they become more involved?

    Fortunately, Mo Shuang responded quickly and gave a reliable answer, "Weilan likes this house and I want to transfer it."

    When Zhuo Weilan heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: Divorce is bound to involve the issue of property division. Mo Shuang chose a specific part to answer. Being able to cope with his father is not lying, which is good, good, good.

    Dad accepted this statement, "It turns out that you asked for leave to drive out, and it was really a private matter."

    Mo Shuang lowered his head.

    "I'm sorry, Dad temporarily forgot that you lost your memory," Dad sighed, picking up the car inspection report on the coffee table to read, "You don't remember the person you followed, which is a bit troublesome."

    Regarding Mo Shuang's safety, Zhuo Weilan was no longer so timid and asked boldly, "What's going on? Why didn't Mo Shuang tell me?"

    Compared to Mo Shuang and his assistants who spoke tactfully, Dad didn't need to worry. He glanced at her and said, "What's the use of telling you."

    Zhuo Weilan was stunned.

    Why is dad suddenly so fierce?

    Feeling that she was not welcome, Zhuo Weilan felt aggrieved, withdrew her hand and stood up. Facing her father, she weakened and defended in a low voice, "Dad, you can't say that, I am Mo Shuang's wife.  I can help her share her worries."

    Dad sneeredDoor.

    "Alas!" She put the hot porridge in place impatiently, adjusted its position, picked up the tray and started to move up.

    As soon as he picked it up, Zhuo Weilan's arms were shaken by the weight that was heavier than expected. He gritted his teeth and took two steps. The small plate of pickles on the tray ran around disobediently, hit the edge, and almost turned over.  The buns are colored.

    "Why is it so difficult How do you go upstairs like this?" Zhuo Weilan wondered, put it down and readjusted his position.

    The aunt frowned and said, "I'll deliver it to you."

    "No, if Mo Shuang can do it, so can I." Zhuo Weilan breathed a sigh of relief, "Why should dad say that I am not responsible"

    Auntie silently shut up and continued cutting vegetables.

    She took a deep breath and prepared to set off again. When her fingertips touched the tray, she heard a festive cry, "Wei Lan~"

    Zhuo Weilan saw Mo Shuang approaching and ordered, "Don't move!"

    As expected, Mo Shuang stood still obediently.

    "Sit down at the table and I'll serve you food."

    "But," Mo Shuang pointed to the dining table, "There is breakfast there"

    Zhuo Weilan was annoyed, pointing to the small breakfast on the tray and said, "I prepared this carefully!"

    "Okay, thank you for your hard work." Mo Shuang stopped talking and sat back obediently.

    After sending Mo Shuang away, Zhuo Weilan began to think blindly. He asked his aunt for meat sauce and put love on the steamed buns, pretending that this breakfast was not separated from the dining table but was really carefully prepared.

    She finally understood why Mo Shuang used fruits to place hearts so many times last time.

    It¡¯s really not easy to paint beautiful hearts.

    She finished two steamed buns. While she was busy, Mo Shuang outside said, "Someone rang the doorbell. It was an unknown stranger. He looked dangerous."

    "Don't open it." Zhuo Weilan said perfunctorily.

    Mo Shuang sat back down with peace of mind.

    Zhuo Weilan insisted on painting the love heart, but the cell phone in her apron suddenly rang.

    "Director?" She was surprised and quickly took off her gloves to pick it up, "Hello."

    The director¡¯s voice was filled with laughter, ¡°Weilan, are you at home?¡±

    "Here I am."

    ¡°Can I trouble you to come out and get something?¡±

    "Are you outside my house?" Zhuo Weilan felt something was wrong and walked out quickly, "Come in and sit down. I'll open the door for you."

    The director coughed slightly, "Does Mr. Mo agree?"

    Mo Shuang, who listened carefully, shook his head desperately.

    "How could you disagree?" Zhuo Weilan smiled, "Wait a minute, I'll come right away."

    She hung up the phone and immediately glared at Mo Shuang, "What looks dangerous? That's my boss!"

    Mo Shuang hummed, "I'm scared when I see her."

    "Don't be afraid." Compared to the previous time when she kept a straight face and said nothing, Zhuo Weilan felt that Mo Shuang was much cuter like this, so she suppressed a smile and patiently persuaded, "I will protect you."

    Mo Shuang smiled.

    Zhuo Weilan thought she had coaxed the person, relaxed and prepared to open the door for the director.

    She didn¡¯t take two steps, followed someone behind her, and hugged her shoulders very skillfully.

    "What are you doing?" Zhuo Weilan wanted to break away.

    Mo Shuang hugged her tighter and demanded unreasonably.

    "Either not open it, or open it together, it's your choice."

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