Su Qing looked at the two bright red marriage certificates on the coffee table, and muttered to herself: "No, no... how could you be willing to get married... you... you hate the most... how could you..."
He is Qiao Mohan.
It was that Qiao Mohan who refused to marry even if he wanted to break up with him!
He is a non-marriageist, and he can't accept a man who is tied up by marriage for the rest of his life.
He loved her so much in the past, but he refused to get married—why now he has no memory, no past love for her, but why did he produce two marriage certificates
Su Qing's world collapsed, and her heart was greatly shaken.
She once wanted so much, so longed for the love she had, the marriage she had—when she had given up and didn't want it anymore, it would appear in front of her so defenselessly and effortlessly.
It was as if, as long as she stretched out her hand, she could grab it.
Su Qing blinked slowly, slowly.
Blinked again...
It wasn't until she realized that there were tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Heh... makes you cry?" Qiao Mohan curled his lips, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
He picked up a small red notebook and stuffed it into Su Qing's hand.
"See clearly, what is written on it, I will send Daisy to tell you later, our 'love story'. There is a party tonight, dress up in the afternoon, and as Mrs. Joe, you will accompany me to attend. "
After Qiao Mohan finished speaking, he raised his eyes, just in time to see Qiao Muer's small figure walking over.
Behind her was an older servant, wearing a kilt, carrying a cup of hot porridge.
"Daddy, Mommy... are you playing kissing?" Xiao Mu'er ran over and saw Qiao Mohan's posture of 'pressing' Su Qing, her small almond eyes sparkled.
Su Qing hurriedly turned her eyes away and wiped away her tears.
Even if he wanted to reject Qiao Mohan, he was interrupted by Xiao Mu'er's arrival.
Even if there are thousands of fluctuations in her heart, she will not show them in front of little Mu'er.
Mu'er is a sensible child and extremely sensitive.
Su Qing could see Xiao Muer's matchmaking for her and Qiao Mohan, no matter how much she hated Qiao Mohan now, but for Muer's sake, she would never quarrel with Qiao Mohan face to face.
Qiao Mohan let go of Su Qing, and caught Qiao Muer who ran over: "Yes, Mummy is very beautiful, Daddy couldn't help but kissed her."
"Then... that little Mu'er wants to kiss Mommy too, and Daddy can't let Daddy alone." After saying that, Little Mu'er broke free from Qiao Mohan's arms and ran to sit down beside Su Qing.
"Bobo" twice, Mu'er imprinted two fragrant marks on Su Qing's face.
The little girl's lips were very soft, and she kissed Su Qing's face softly.
For a moment, the grievance and anger in Su Qing's heart were soothed by her daughter's gentle kiss.
"Young Madam, let's eat porridge." The old servant put down the porridge and called Su Qing respectfully.
Only then did Xiao Mu'er let go of Su Qing, and took her hand to go to the dining table together.
"Mum, it's delicious sea cucumber and millet porridge. The aunt in the kitchen said it's made with chicken soup."
When Su Qing sat down, Qiao Muer leaned closer. Qiao Mohan didn't move, and sat on the sofa staring at their 'mother and daughter' with secretive eyes.
"Huh..." When the lid of the cup was opened, Qiao Muer exclaimed, "It seems that I forgot to put in the green onions."
In Qiao Muer's impression, adults seem to like chopped green onions when they drink porridge.
"Young Madam doesn't like to eat green onions, so I didn't put them in." The old servant who stood aside said it casually.
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and quickly covered his mouth.
However, these words were still heard by Su Qing and Qiao Mohan.
Su Qing raised her eyes in surprise, met the eyes of the old servant, and seemed to recall the time when she and Qiao Mohan lived together a few years ago.
At that time... It seemed that this old servant took care of himself...
So, did she recognize herself
[I can only write this today, the update is complete, see you at 6 o'clock tomorrow night]