Su Qing looked at the two bright red marriage certificates on the coffee table and murmured to herself, "No, no... why would you be willing to get married... you... you are the most annoying... how could you..."
He is Qiao Mohan.
It was Qiao Mohan who refused to marry him even though she wanted to break up with him!
He is a man who does not believe in marriage and cannot accept being tied down by marriage for his entire life.
He once loved her so much, but he refused to get married - why did he get two marriage certificates now that he has lost his memory and his past love for her
Su Qing's world collapsed and her heart was greatly shaken.
The love and marriage that she once longed for so much - when she had given up and didn't want it anymore, it appeared before her so unexpectedly and effortlessly.
It was as if she could just reach out and grab it.
Su Qing blinked slowly.
Blinked again...
It was not until she reacted that she realized tears were sliding down from the corners of her eyes.
"Oh... Are you so moved that you're crying?" Qiao Mohan curled his lips, a mocking smile appearing at the corners of his lips.
He picked up a small red notebook and stuffed it into Su Qing's hand.
"Look carefully at what's written here. I'll send Daisy over later to tell you how we fell in love. There's a party tonight. Dress up nicely in the afternoon. As Mrs. Joe, you have to accompany me."
After Qiao Mohan finished speaking, he raised his eyes and saw Qiao Muer's small figure walking towards him.
Behind her followed an older servant wearing a skirt and carrying a bowl of hot porridge.
"Daddy, Mommy... are you playing kissing?" Little Mu'er ran over and saw Qiao Mohan 'pressing' Su Qing, her small almond eyes sparkling.
Su Qing quickly turned her eyes away and wiped away her tears.
Any words that wanted to reject Qiao Mohan were interrupted by Xiao Muer's arrival.
Even if she had thousands of emotions in her heart, she would not show them in front of Xiao Muer.
Mu'er is a sensible child and extremely sensitive.
Su Qing could see that Xiao Mu'er was trying to bring her and Qiao Mohan together. No matter how much she hated Qiao Mohan now, for the sake of Mu'er, she would never quarrel with Qiao Mohan in person.
Qiao Mohan let go of Su Qing and caught Qiao Muer who ran over: "Yes, Mommy is very beautiful, Daddy couldn't help but kiss her."
"Then... then little Mu'er wants to kiss mommy too. Daddy can't have her all to herself." As she said that, little Mu'er broke free from Qiao Mohan's arms and ran to sit next to Su Qing.
With two "pop" sounds, Mu'er left two sweet marks on Su Qing's face.
The little girl's lips were very soft, and they kissed Su Qing's face gently.
For a moment, the injustice and anger in Su Qing's heart were actually soothed by her daughter's gentle kiss.
"Young Madam, please eat your porridge." The old servant put down the porridge and called Su Qing respectfully.
Xiao Muer then let go of Su Qing and took her hand and walked to the dining table together.
"Mommy, this is delicious sea cucumber millet porridge. The aunt in the kitchen said it was made with chicken soup."
Su Qing sat down and Qiao Muer came over. Qiao Mohan didn't move. He sat on the sofa and stared at the "mother and daughter" with a mysterious look.
"Eh..." When the lid of the pot was opened, Qiao Muer exclaimed, "It seems I forgot to put the chopped green onion in."
In Qiao Muer's impression, adults seem to like to add chopped green onions when drinking porridge.
"The young lady doesn't like onions, so she didn't put them in." The old servant standing by said it casually.
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and quickly covered his mouth.
However, this sentence was still heard by Su Qing and Qiao Mohan.
Su Qing raised her eyes in surprise and met the old servant's eyes. She seemed to remember the time when she lived with Qiao Mohan a few years ago.
At that time... it seemed that it was this old servant who took care of me...
So, did she recognize herself
I can only write this much today, the update is complete, see you tomorrow night at 6 o'clock (to be continued)