She Become Sweet and Cuddly - Chapter 7

How could this be? She didn’t know Obuchi before, why did Ogawa call her mother? Is this memory a segment of her memory that has been blank for five years?

Impossible impossible, how could she be the mother of Obuchi, and how could she be so against Obuchi?

She won’t even smoke.

Lin Qingqing looked at the cigarette in his hand. This is a cigarette that has not been smoked. It is probably to prove that he really does not smoke. She touched a lighter from the table and lit it with smoke.

If you will get it, you will be picked up.

However, there is no more. On the contrary, she is very skilled, and her fingers and throat seem to have the same function as memory.

Lin Zhenzhen came in and saw a cigarette in her hand. She took it and angered: “How do you start smoking again?!”

What my sister said is again, it seems that she used to smoke.

Lin Qingqing looked at Lin Zhenzhen. She had such a moment of embarrassment. She felt that she suddenly came to a ridiculous world, so strange, so unreal.

If the fragment that just appeared is real, then the sister must know that Obuchi is her child, but why her sister wants to hide her.

And… If Obuchi is really her child, then she and his father should be married.

His father… Yi Zeyan?

No, no, she couldn’t believe she was married to Yi Zeyan.

What is even more difficult to understand is that if she is really the wife of Yi Zeyan, the mother of Yi Beiyuan, why Yi Zeyan and her son are pretending to be strangers.

She remembered the tall back that she saw in the hospital last time, and he was chatting with her sister before she went. Yi Zeyan’s man is indeed so high, then will he be Yi Zeyan? If that person is him, then he should have known her memory loss from the beginning.

Then he and his sister joined forces to lie to her?

why?

She shook her head with her head in her head. She simply didn’t want to believe that it was all true. How could she be the mother of Obuchi? Before she knew Xiaoyuan, she had never seen Yi Zeyan, how could she have anything with him.

Married with him to give birth to Yi Beiyuan or something, she had no impression at all!

Lin Zhenzhen didn’t talk when she saw her staying. She worried that she had just hurt her too harshly. She immediately said, “I didn’t say anything about you. Is smoking bad for you? Isn’t it?”

Lin Qingqing shook his head and said: “I just remembered something.”

When she heard her, Lin Zhenzhen seemed to be scared. She was nervous and asked: “Thinking… What do you think of?”

My sister seems to be afraid of what she thinks. Does she say that she has experienced something worse than destroying her voice?

Lin Qingqing’s brain was a mess. She said nothing and went back to the room for one night. The next morning, when my sister was still not up, she went out.

She went to the entrance of the aerospace university affiliated kindergarten. She came very early. The kindergarten had not opened yet. The street was very quiet. On the winter morning, the human bones were sour.

She has been waiting there for a long time.

Someone came to the kindergarten, and then she finally saw the familiar car. Yi Zeyan and Yi Beiyuan got off the bus together.

Lin Qingqing walked over, Yi Beiyuan first saw her, his eyes lit up, and he greeted her with enthusiasm. “Auntie, how come you?”

He ran and ran forward, looking up at her head, his face full of smiles, big eyes crystal clear, bright as the brightest stars scattered inside.

“Are you coming to me?” asked her in a tender and soft voice.

Lin Qingqing did not speak. She crouched down and took his right hand and said, “Can I look at your arm?”

The child was a little embarrassed, but he did not think about how long he nodded.

Lin Qingqing pulled up his sleeves, and the winter clothes were thick, and she took some effort.

She felt her fingers tremble, and she hoped that her memory was wrong. She hoped that the clip that appeared in her mind was not true.

But when she saw the cockroach left on the child’s arm, she was stunned.

The meat was toned and white and tender, but there was a round brown ugly cockroach, so glaring.

The heart suddenly filled with a complex emotion, sour, self-blame.

A cold wind blew over, and she felt him shake, but he still let her open his sleeve and did not move.

Lin Qingqing came back and rolled his sleeves down.

She stood up and looked at Yi Zeyan, who stood still and did not speak.

It is no longer the kind of gentle and gentle and courteous expression. At this moment, his eyebrows are slightly stunned, and his face is a little dignified and looking at her.

Lin Qingqing took a deep breath and rushed to him: “Mr. Yi, can I talk to you?”

He hooked his mouth and smiled. “Good.”

He came over and touched Obuchi’s head and said, “You go to school first.”

The child’s expression was puzzled and looked at Dad and looked at Lin Qingqing. His beautiful eyes were a few times, but he was very embarrassed, did not ask anything, and went to school with his little bag.

Yi Zeyan walked to the side of the car and pulled the door. He had a smile in his eyebrows, and he was so deep that he could not see through the smile. “Please.”

Lin Qingqing took the car and sat down. Yi Zeyan also came from the other side. The driver was no longer in the car. The glass on the car was all closed. In this small space, she and Yi Zeyan both.

Before this, this man is a stranger who has had two sides to her, is the father of a little boy she likes very much, is the strong and unattainable Mr. Yi.

The only time I had a very unusual intersection was yesterday. He helped her teach her to fight her dragon brother.

When he first met Yi Zeyan, he gave her a business card. His identity on the business card is the president of Yicheng Group. She didn’t know what Yicheng Group was doing, so she checked it on the Internet before going to bed that day.

She couldn’t help but be shocked. The original Yicheng Group’s predecessor was Pazhou Wine. Five years ago, when she had not lost her memory, Pazhou wine industry has not yet been listed, but it is already a well-known brand in China, especially his family is very famous in Pazhou, which is very famous. A series in the wine is also specially used to receive foreign guests.

Yi Jia is a wine-making family. The family started to make wine from his great-grandfather. Later, it gradually developed. Yi Jia has his own brand of wine. About ten years ago, Yi Zeyan took over the wine industry in Weizhou. Under his leadership, Yi’s wine industry has been successfully listed four years ago, and the Yijia industry has also reached a higher level. Then Pazhou wine industry officially changed its name to Yicheng Group. Now Yijia has not only sold wine, but also sold some drinks and Snacks are large in scale.

And Yi Zeyan was recently named the youngest outstanding entrepreneur.

At that time, after she found his identity, she knew that the man was in a world completely separated from her. Perhaps the two worlds had an intersection, but they could never be together. His world is beyond the reach of others, just like his people, looking beautiful and friendly, but you know very well that he is the kind of person who can only stand close to the mountains and can’t get close.

But now, he may have another identity for her, a very close identity, and he and her world really blend together.

He may be… her husband.

It’s a terrifying feeling, it seems to be making a dream that is out of reach.

“What do you want to talk to me?” He spoke first.

His voice has a unique magnetism, his tone is very light, but his gas field seems to be intertwined in his words, making his words also have an awesome taste.

Lin Qingqing adjusted her breath. She looked at him. This handsome but distant man, she asked: “Is your wife?”

She saw that the smile on his face slowly converges, and the dawn gradually became more intense. He stared at her. Her hands on her legs were subconsciously clenched. She met his gaze and wanted him to give it to her. Her answer.

I don’t know how long it took, he said: “Well, you are my wife.”

What he said as an understatement seems to be merely a simple fact.