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    When they kissed her, Zhuo Weilan took a breath subconsciously. When she swallowed, she tasted the salty taste of tears and suddenly came back to her senses.

    She was crying just now, her face must be full of tears, she didn¡¯t look good.

    ¡°Andher breathing was a little rough.

    Zhuo Weilan felt embarrassed, kissed him and then pulled back, lowered his head to wipe his face, saw the tips of their shoes that were about to touch each other and the overlapping shadows in the sunset, felt a little dangerous, and quickly found an unobstructed direction.  , turned around and walked towards the car while rummaging through the bag.

    She found the wet wipes after taking two steps and wiped her face as if she was saved.

    Mo Shuang followed behind, his unhurried steps stopping as she slowed down.

    Zhuo Weilan took out the small mirror and took a look at it. She made sure that there was nothing wrong with her except her blush. After a while, she could see clearly. She turned around and said to Mo Shuang in a humming nasal voice, "Go home."

    "good."

    After getting in the car, Zhuo Weilan said nothing, facing the car window and breathing in the fresh air to make herself feel better.

    Mo Shuang took out the tissue box and gently placed it in her hand.

    Zhuo Weilan whispered thank you and took a symbolic cigarette. Seeing Mo Shuang's clothes wet with her tears, she felt a little embarrassed. She half-covered her face and stared blankly at the street scene outside.

    She forced herself not to pay attention to her clogged nose and muttered silently: Mo Shuang has lost his memory and is now 18 years old. Although he has kissed and hugged her and shared a bed with her due to various accidents, compared with the two years of love and five years of marriage before,  , burping, farting, blowing your nose, the level of indifference is far from

    She belatedly began to pay attention to her image, clutched the tissue tightly, and stayed in the wind the whole time without looking back.

    For the first time, Zhuo Weilan wanted to sneeze.

    Lao Zhang had been working on the road from the company to his home for three years and was extremely skilled. He took the shortcut and sent them home as quickly as possible.

    Zhuo Weilan couldn't wait to get out of the car and trotted all the way. He hesitated at the entrance and changed his shoes. No matter before or after the amnesia, Mo Shuang seemed to be a bit of a germaphobe and obsessive-compulsive person. If she stepped on the floor, she would  There were traces of footprints, and Mo Shuangfei had to catch up with his slippers.

    With such a delay, Mo Shuang followed closely and said helplessly, "Weilan, don't run in high heels. What if you fall?"

    Zhuo Weilan responded vaguely, put on his shoes, looked at the distance upstairs, and randomly picked a room on the first floor to use the bathroom.

    The guest room on the first floor is rarely used, but Aunt Fang is diligent and cleans it every time, taking the trouble to replace the empty garbage bags inside.

    She went in and took a look, and sure enough she saw a clean and tidy room. She found the bathroom with satisfaction, threw her bag away casually, and began to clean up her mess after crying. When she didn't look so ugly in the mirror, she breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to carry her bag.  go out.

    She was too unfamiliar with the bathroom on the first floor and her movements were rude. She didn't reach for her bag and instead hit the handle of the lower drawer.

    Zhuo Weilan frowned in pain. He was so angry that he wanted to kick back the drawer that was slightly open. As soon as he raised his legs, he noticed a reflective object in the drawer.

    She was stunned for a moment, then opened the drawer by mistake, revealing the full face of the strange thing.

    cigarette?

    Zhuo Weilan was stunned. He opened the unplasticized box and found that there were fewer cigarettes inside. He pursed his lips and looked at the outer packaging carefully.

    She doesn't smoke and doesn't know the brand of cigarettes. All her impressions come from her aunt's bad friends puffing away when they came to play mahjong and she bumped into them, and the time when her best friend Tan Shaoshi didn't quit and asked her to accompany him to buy them.  A quick glance.

    With some effort, Zhuo Weilan identified the brand of cigarettes and eliminated Aunt Fang.

    This cigarette is a women¡¯s cigarette. It is not cheap and difficult to buy.

    Zhuo Weilan's heart skipped a beat, as Aunt Fang had been particularly patient in tidying up the guest room on the first floor. With a flash of inspiration, she ran to the big cabinet next to the bed and opened it to take a look.

    She was stunned.

    The cabinet on the left contains Mo Shuang¡¯s clothes and perfume, and the cabinet on the right contains cigarettes and wine, arranged very neatly, much like Mo Shuang¡¯s style.

    Even though the facts were in front of him, Zhuo Weilan still didn't want to believe it. He sat on the bedside and tried to find a reason for Mo Shuang, "No, Mo Shuang should have given it as a gift. She knows that I hate smokers.  She said that smoking and drinking are harmful to the body and she will never do it in her life"

    She read it over twice and almost believed it, but when she turned around and saw the large balcony of the room that led to the yard, she felt that everything was ridiculous again.

    "But what Zhuo Weilan can't understand is,sp; Zhuo Weilan was prepared to be let go.

    What she didn¡¯t expect was that today¡¯s aunt came on time and asked the driver to carry a lot of things in a serious manner.

    "This is my photo album." My aunt patted the stacked notebooks, "There are also pregnancy records, parenting diaries after giving birth to Qin Hai and Qin Wen, and"

    Zhuo Weilan listened calmly, and after her aunt finished speaking, she asked, "Do you want me to finish reading it?"

    "Well." Auntie sat down slowly, "It's 10 o'clock now. I have an appointment with someone for dinner at 11 o'clock. You should hurry up."

    Zhuo Weilan counted roughly and twitched the corner of his mouth.

    There are so many books, can you read them in one hour?  It is clearly an impossible task.

    Zhuo Weilan was about to explain the customization process to her aunt, but she was interrupted by the sound of her aunt opening a mobile game.

    "Aunt?" Zhuo Weilan called out.

    The aunt was playing mahjong on her mobile phone and calmly ignored her.

    Zhuo Weilan took a deep breath and said it again and found that her aunt was unmoved. She had an idea and typed out what she wanted to say on the computer. She planned to print it out in clear black and white letters and put it in front of her aunt with both hands.  "The customer has been informed".

    It doesn¡¯t matter if my aunt throws it away or not, she is running back and forth, and her colleagues can see it.

    "Wait a moment, I'm going to print some information."

    Auntie still ignored me.

    Zhuo Weilan sighed, turned around and left the reception room.

    When she came back, her aunt was on the phone. When she saw her, her expression immediately changed and she whispered, "I'll call you later."

    With his own eyes, Zhuo Weilan caught the note flashing across his aunt's screen.

    Yaorong, the company where people who have harmed Mo Shuang stay?

    She was stunned.

    "What are you doing?" The aunt was very dissatisfied with her, "You just said printing information? What should I do with the information here?"

    Zhuo Weilan came back to his senses and raised a smile, "I printed a customized process and the company's brochure. If you are interested, you can take a look."

    The aunt ignored everyone and started a new game of mahjong.

    Zhuo Weilan was really not angry. He was thinking about the word "Yao Rong". Then he looked at his arrogant aunt and snorted secretly.

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