"Mother……"

Xiao Qi opened her eyes, and her big obsidian eyes were very much like those of Tong Ran, unparalleled in their agility. She looked at her, but turned her head for a while, "Brother Chenchen..."

"She is my mother. Didn't I show you the photo?" Mo Yaochen walked up behind Tong Ran and hugged her head, "Mo Xiaoqi, I didn't lie to you. Look, my mother looks very good."

Like you?"

"..."

Xiao Qi raised her head and stared at Tong Ran. She bit her lower lip and reached out to touch her face.

Tong Ran was too shocked to recover. She held her daughter's hand and opened her mouth in disbelief, "You...don't you recognize mom?"

Xiao Qi looked at her helplessly and withdrew her hand awkwardly. She shook her head honestly, "I don't know...but brother Chenchen said yes, then you must be, because you are as beautiful as me."

Xiao Qi said with a smile, white and cute, and she felt an inexplicable affection for Tong Ran, "Then, can I call you mom from now on?"

"You're so stupid!" Mo Yaochen glared at her angrily, "Of course! You'll know when you see dad later. Dad is as handsome as me!"

"No! You are too short!"

"I'm only five and a half years old! I can grow to be fifty years old! If you don't believe me, ask your mother?!"

"..."

Tong Ran couldn't accept it for a moment. Mo Yaochen was shaking her body but she couldn't make a sound. Her daughter didn't recognize her?!

How could...what happened?

…

…

living room.

Tong Ran sat on the sofa with a pale face, wearing a Mo Nanjue coat, looking even more slender.

Mo Nanjue frowned, opening and closing the lid of the platinum lighter in his hand. He turned his face sideways, "Has Xiao Qi ever gone missing?"

"Yes," Mo Beiyan nodded, and he looked at Mo Huantong, "It was probably in the evening, and someone sent it back the next morning. He was a stranger, and he left nothing behind. When Xiao Qi came back,

That’s already the case.”

"Ange said that she suffered from selective amnesia caused by excessive shock stimulation."

…

Selective amnesia?!

Mo Nanjue's obsidian pupils shrank suddenly. Chen An was too frightened when he was a child and forgot about it, but it was because he saw...

He sat motionless, his shoulders stiff. Mo Beiyan raised his hand to hold his shoulders, "Jue, listen to me, Xiao Qi is in good health now. If you don't remember, you won't remember. She is only five years old. Let's get to know us again."

That’s good, it also eliminates the shadow of previous training.”

"That's not the key," Mo Nanjue pursed his thin lips, his handsome face cold, "She must have forgotten because she hates terrible things. The key is that if she regains her memory one day in the future..."

He met Mo Beiyan's eyes as he spoke, "You should know what I'm talking about."

"..."

Mo Beiyan clasped his fingers and said, yes, it is indeed true. In fact, it is not terrible to forget. What is terrible is to think about it...

If it is something very exciting, no one knows what will happen.

Chen An is an example.

But fortunately, he didn't think about it. Mo Nanjue would carry it for him for the rest of his life. But if Xiao Qi would be affected by that memory in the future, who could carry it for her?

They didn't even know what frightened her.

Mo Nanjue put his slender index finger to his lips, "Who did she go to?"

"Luo Gu...Xiaojiu," Mo Beiyan said, "Mo Yaochen said that she called him and seemed to be going to accompany Xiaojiu. She would wait until Meng Yao went to find him and then come back. I didn't really understand it. Maybe
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