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    Half a minute ago, Zhuo Weilan still had some ideas and took Mo Shuang upstairs to the guest room.

    Ten seconds ago, Zhuo Weilan was pushed onto the soft bed, fell into the soft quilt, and was rubbed against the tip of his nose. His thoughts were confused, and he stared at Mo Shuang blankly, not knowing what to do.

    What was Mo Shuang like in the past?

    Zhuo Weilan couldn¡¯t answer. He only knew that this scene seemed familiar.

    One moment, Mo Shuang was reading a book and paying no attention to anyone. The next moment, she got under the quilt and touched her, kissing the corners of her pursed lips bit by bit. At first, Mo Shuang said that it was not good to eat cake at night, but looked at her with cold eyes.  Walking downstairs, the next moment he suddenly appeared behind her, hugging her waist, and licking off the cream that got on her fingertips in a panic.

    After amnesia, Mo Shuang could also play. Just now, he was still a coward who bowed his head to admit his mistake. In the blink of an eye, he was holding her down and talking.

    "I" Zhuo Weilan stuttered, tensing up and not daring to move at all, for fear that the two of them would have their lips so close to each other, and answered in a small and weak voice, "I don't know."

    Mo Shuang chuckled and asked the next question.

    "Why don't you close your eyes like at noon?"

    Zhuo Weilan was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and filtered out the memories of noon in his chaotic thoughts - Oh, during the lunch break, Mo Shuang came to see her and asked for a kiss in a private room of a coffee shop. In the end, they just touched their palms.

    At that time, she felt a vague sense of expectation, closed her eyes and her heartbeat was racing.

    She is now

    The light in the room was orange, too warm and cozy, and the voice in her ears was too alluring. Mo Shuang's hand on her wrist slowly moved upwards, moved and tightened her grip, interlocking her ten fingers.

    Everything is just right, soft and ambiguous.

    Zhuo Weilan, who was already in a state of chaos, was confused by Mo Shuang. After listening to the words, he slowly closed his eyes and felt the sound of breathing becoming clearer in his ears. The kiss brushed from the center of his eyebrows, slowly traveled away, and brushed the corners of his lips.  After a pause, he sucked very lightly.  Her held breath relaxed, she opened her mouth slightly, hugged her neck and raised her head to meet him.

    Mo Shuang¡¯s initiative seemed to have been used on the bed, and then slowly and leisurely, as if he was lazily seducing people, and also like

    "Ouch." Zhuo Weilan had no time to think about it, and was startled by the sudden pain. He opened his eyes and stared at me, "You hit my hair."

    Mo Shuang panicked, her strong look disappeared in a second, she sat up and wanted to reach out to look at her, but she didn't know where to put her hand, "I'm sorry."

    Zhuo Weilan stroked the painful area and silently completed what he had just said in his mind.

    ¡°Also like an inexperienced, clumsy and jerky fool.

    In the past, Mo Shuang had never had long hair, nor had he slept with another woman besides her, but he was patient and observant, and he could pay attention to details after spending a long time together. He once had trouble with her while lying down.  Qingqin rubbed her hair while helping her, turned around to face each other, and naturally got entangled together. He would never make the weird mistake of pressing her hair together for the sake of bed.

    Before amnesia, there were five years of preparation for married life, but after amnesia

    Zhuo Weilan glanced at classmate Mo Shuang who silently retreated to the side.

    He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, clenching his hands with nowhere to put them, bending over as if trying to shrink himself into a crack in the ground.

    Frustration in capital letters.

    "It doesn't hurt anymore." She relented.

    Mo Shuang still couldn't cheer up, so she covered her face and fell back on the bed. Her voice leaked out from between her fingers, with a pitiful and muffled tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

    Somehow, Zhuo Weilan felt that the look of lying down with her face covered was novel and fun, so she got interested and moved over, met Mo Shuang's eyes carefully peeking through the gap, and smiled, "I said it doesn't matter.  "

    Mo Shuang put down her hand, blinked and asked, "But, you think I'm nothing like before."

    Zhuo Weilan thought for a moment and used an understatement, "There are many differences."

    "for example?"

    "Not so clingy, not so easy to talk to," Zhuo Weilan looked at Mo Shuang's slightly red cheeks and chuckled, "and rarely blushes."

    After the embarrassing incident, Mo Shuang stopped being coy. She touched her cheek and smiled when she felt the slightly hot temperature. Her expression was a little silly, "I don't blush often now. It was too embarrassing just now. We have been married for so long.  , and it will also press on my wife¡¯s hair.¡±

    Zhuo Weilan was used to seeing Mo Shuang deal with mistakes calmly. It was the first time he saw his indifferent wife admit her shame so generously. Suddenly, she felt that it was worth the pain. Following Lehe, she patted the bedside and said, "  Okay, let¡¯s turn the page, let¡¯s go down to eat.¡±

    ??He was even more obedient and docile in front of me, "Okay."

    Zhuo Weilan couldn't say anything anymore, so she went upstairs with Mo Shuang, dragged the suitcase from the guest room to her own room, closed the door and explained, "I'm just sleeping, nothing else."

    Mo Shuang was talking about something else, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

    "Um."

    "Mo Qinhai didn't get caught." Mo Shuang was worried, "It's better to take a few days off."

    When Zhuo Weilan heard Mo Qinhai's name, he immediately remembered the terrifying scene of a shovel hitting the car window, and trembled, "You mean he might come to me?"

    Mo Shuang sighed, "Be careful."

    If there was nothing to do with her best friend, Zhuo Weilan could agree. Anyway, asking for leave and deducting wages was a trivial matter to her, and she was confident that she would not be fired.

    But when she thought of Tan Shaoshi and the message of submission, she felt that just asking for leave to go home would feel like abandoning her comrades.

    "I'll make a call." Zhuo Weilan didn't want to think about it and planned to call her best friend directly to explain the situation.

    Seeing her embarrassment, Mo Shuang said softly, "If you want to go to work, I will accompany you."

    "No, you are much more dangerous than me." Zhuo Weilan was hesitant at first, but after considering that he would have a fellow student Mo as a follower at work, he immediately became determined, "I'll call to find out the situation, and I'll ask for leave if I can. Wait.  Stay."

    She hurriedly went to the window to make a phone call. On the way, she saw Mo Shuang opening her suitcase. Without thinking much, she tried her best to call her best friend.

    Tan Shaoshi never answered the call.

    Zhuo Weilan looked at the time and saw that it was still early at nine o'clock. He suspected that his best friend had gone out to hang out again, so he called the director instead.

    It doesn¡¯t make sense either.

    Zhuo Weilan was helpless. Thinking that he would be more confident after completing the work, he sat down at the computer desk and turned on the computer.

    "Weilan? Do you want to work?" Mo Shuang saw this and came over to ask.

    Zhuo Weilan nodded, "It will give me more confidence to ask for leave after changing the picture."

    "Oh, should I take a shower first?"

    Zhuo Weilan responded perfunctorily, looking calm on the surface, but in his heart he was still worried about the long-awaited sober bedmate. He quietly observed while Mo Shuang was packing her clothes - Mo Shuang was wearing conservative navy blue pajamas. The bed was big enough.  They have to roll twice to reach each other.

    There shouldn¡¯t be any ambiguity in this, right?

    Zhuo Weilan felt relieved and changed the picture seriously. He turned around when he heard the sound of the door opening as Mo Shuang walked out of the bathroom.

    She took a casual look and found that she was too naive.

    Mo Shuang¡¯s pajamas are conservative, with long sleeves and trousers, the color is opaque, and the buttons are buttoned securely, with no interlocking bones visible.

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