"No, I just feel that everything is too unreal... I was kidnapped by you, and the scene of you doing bad things after drinking seems to be just yesterday, and in the blink of an eye we are actually getting married..."
Su Qing suddenly realized what she had said and subconsciously stopped talking.
Why did she mention this...
The bad things she just mentioned after drinking were her first memories of when she was entangled with Qiao Mohan.
But... that was all with the real Qiao Mohan, not the man in front of him who had lost that memory.
She knew how strong Qiao Mohan's possessiveness was and was afraid that he would have wild thoughts. Just as Su Qing was about to explain, her little hand was suddenly grabbed by the man.
Qiao Mohan's large, dry palm tightly grasped her soft, small hand. He picked her up and bent down to kiss the back of her hand.
"Wife, you don't have to take it too seriously. Just say whatever you want to say... I, Qiao Mohan, am not stupid enough to be jealous of myself." Qiao Mohan kissed the back of her hand and then her shoulder.
After kissing her shoulders, he lowered his head and kissed her neck.
He kissed and nibbled gently, his big hand gently caressing Su Qing's waist and then moving all the way up.
"Although I don't have the initial memories of being with you in the past, I know that the person I love is you. You have always loved me, Qiao Mohan, and you will only love me now and in the future."
As he spoke, the man's hands became more violent, and his thin lips even bit the red lips of his wife in his arms.
“Although it’s regrettable not being able to have our first memories together, as long as I have you, every day from now on will be a memory.” Not only is Mr. Qiao an amazing kisser, the sweet words he whispers are also textbook-level.
The gloom in Su Qing's heart seemed to be cleared away by his love words.
As he hugged, kissed, and penetrated...the two bodies sank into the soft sofa.
The ambiguous and lingering temperature rises in the room.
…
Finally, Su Qing was so tired that she fell asleep.
And Qiao Mohan successfully changed the subject once again.
Afterwards, he hugged Su Qing's soft body, feeling her warmth, his empty pupils flashing with a deep light.
These days, bizarre images often flashed through his mind.
Those images that seem near yet far occasionally float by, as if they can be grasped yet as if they cannot.
Especially in his dreams, he could always see many things about his past with Su Qing that he had never experienced personally.
As cautious as Qiao Mohan was, he had already guessed that those things might be related to his past self.
But he was still unsure about this matter and did not dare to tell his wife for fear that she would be disappointed.
He hugged Su Qing and gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her soft head.
Qiao Mohan hugged his lovely wife and fell into a deep sleep.
It was a rare occasion that Mu'er and Allen were picked up by Lu Yuchen's family to play with Dudu, so he wanted to enjoy this afternoon alone with his wife.
…
*
Soon, the wedding day arrived.
Considering the "tragic experience" of being dumped in the church last time, Qiao Mohan seemed to be traumatized and would not agree to hold the wedding in the church this time no matter what.
So this wedding was directly moved to the five-star Junyu Hotel under the Royal Court Group.
Although Su Qing is already a mother of two children, and according to the registration on her marriage certificate, she and Qiao Mohan remarried.
In the eyes of many people, this kind of marriage should not be held in a grand manner or publicized with great fanfare.
But who is Master Qiao? He is the one who dotes on Su Qing to the point of lawlessness, wishing to hold his whole heart in his hands and give it to her.
Qiao Mohan not only wants to hold a wedding, but also wants to hold a grand wedding. (To be continued)