Mo Xiaosi 26amp; Mimi - rosemary of love. The night is like a black curtain, slowly opening.

Mo Dongling rubbed his sore eyes, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His vision here was very good, and he could overlook the brilliant lights of the entire city.

Suddenly, the crisp ringtone of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts. When he saw the caller ID, he quickly picked it up.

[Mr. Mo, I have found out that Ms. Shu is currently in Italy. I will send the address to your mobile phone in the specific location.]

"Okay." A clean and neat word raised a hint of joy at the corner of his lips.

Soon, the text message came, and he immediately called his private plane and asked him to take off overnight to Italy.

No matter how much his memory has been lost, from now on, he will completely recover it.

Ranmu Dongbu.***

In an Italian opera house.

Shu Mi'er sat in the backstage to put on makeup. She performed one show after another in the past few days. After each ending, it was almost early in the morning. When she got home, she saw her son's small body curled up on the sofa. Somewhere in her heart, she felt a lot of pain.

She is not a good mother who is responsible. Momo is only two years old and needs her parents' company the most, but she can't give him anything.

"Mimi, it's your turn."

The person next to him couldn't help but remind her when he saw her sitting in a daze.

"Oh..." Shu Mi'er responded, then walked to the stage with her violin.

Her song seemed to be integrated into vitality, which deeply intoxicated the audience. All emotions were stirred up and gradually amplified.

Mo Dongling sat in a very back seat. He came late and was occupied by others. From beginning to end, he was listening carefully, and a familiar scene suddenly slipped through his mind.

Did he sit in the audience and listen to her performance three years ago?

He had to admit that her songs were spiritual and could penetrate into people's hearts and even souls. After the whole performance, the audience in the audience was silent, and everyone was holding their breath and appreciating the wonderful songs.

Although Mo Dongling didn't understand music, he could hear it well and couldn't help but stare at the girl playing the violin seriously on the stage again. Her beautiful face was white and holy under the light.

Will such a girl fall in love with herself?

He was a little confused. What was the reason that she bought herself and spent more than half a year with her. At that time, what kind of mentality did she willingly stay?

Love never exists in his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, he had also loved each other vigorously, but unexpectedly, God wanted to deliberately punish him and take away his beautiful memories.

At the end of the song, the audience burst into loud applause.

Shu Mier bent over gracefully, thanked the audience, and then turned around and left the venue.

From beginning to end, she didn't see Mo Dongling because his figure was hidden in darkness and was far behind and could not see it at all.

After she stepped down, Mo Dongling also stood up and left, and he wanted to find her.

Shu Mi'er simply took off her makeup and was about to go back. Momo was alone at home, and she was very worried.

After coming out of the dressing room, she had to pass a long corridor. She walked very quickly, thinking about going home to accompany her son as soon as possible. When she passed by the corner, she didn't expect a large bouquet of red roses to pop up in front of her, which made her take two steps back and thought she had met that crazy fan again.

She took two steps back and didn't want to pay attention to such things.

However, what surprised her was—

Mo Dongling emerged from behind the rose and said with a sincere look on his face: "999 roses represent my wish."

Shu Mi'er's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He came? Did he remember it all?

"Mimi, although I haven't remembered our past yet, can you please give me a chance to take care of you?" Mo Dongling said sincerely.

"I don't need mercy." Shu Mi'er refused coldly.

Mo Dongling walked up to her and stared at her with bright black eyes, "I don't have any sympathy for you. I want to fall in love with you again, is that okay?"

Shu Mi'er opened her mouth in surprise and then returned to peace, "I'm very busy and I don't have time."

"Then I'll just... I'll pay it once." What Mo Dongling is best at is silly and slutty.

"You! Get out of the way!" Shu Mi'er was so amused and crying by his words. She was worried about her son in her heart, and just wanted to go back soon.

"Unless you promise me, I will always follow you." Mo Dongling was first-class in talking.

Shu Mi'er gave him an impatient look and saw him with serious expression, she didn't know if she should be happy or unhappy.

"Whatever you want!" She left aside and left sideways.

Mo Dongling's lips curled slightly, and he followed her calmly with a flower in his arms. What does it matter if the memory is gone? Isn't it enough to remember slowly?

Outside the theater, Shu Mi'er insisted on driving back by herself, while Mo Dongling recommended herself to be a coachman.

"It is not safe for you, a girl, to come home too late, so I will pick you up and drop you off in the future."

"Need not!"

Although this is very useful, Shu Mi'er doesn't want to forgive him so soon. She has been alone for the three years since he was not here and has become accustomed to it.

Why does he have to adapt to his existence as soon as he appears?

"Mimi, I will take care of you in the future, okay?" Mo Dongling grabbed her arm.

Shu Mi'er looked at him in surprise. Did he know what Momo is doing?

"You...get it?"

"I went to Shuzhai to find you the day you left. I heard from the servant that you have a son. At the airport, I also met your mother and cousin." Mo Dongling said honestly.

Shu Mi'er heard the Princess mention the matter at the airport, but she didn't expect the servant to accidentally let her say something.

"My son belongs to me."

She glanced at Mo Dongling with caution. Mo Mo was her hope for survival and her heart and soul. It was absolutely impossible to use him to make any transaction.

"I just want to take good care of you and do my duty as a man."

"I don't need you to be responsible." Shu Mi'er didn't want to tie him up with her son and responsibility. What she wanted was that he was sincerely good to herself and truly loved herself.

Mo Dongling knew she misunderstood again, "Mimi, you know I didn't mean that. If possible, I would rather have never lost my memory. I would like to make up for all the three years I missed."

Shu Mi'er bit her lips tightly, and the fragrance of roses quietly drifted into her nose, rich and fragrant, making her intoxicated.

She thought she couldn't refuse him.

In the past three years, she has never stopped missing him. When she dreams of midnight, she always dreams of the same scene: a man with a back similar to Mo Dongling stands in the kitchen to cook, and she takes her son to play in the living room. When the man is about to turn around, the dream wakes up.

She didn't know what the sign was, and every time she woke up, her heart hurt.

"Okay, I'll give you this opportunity, Momona, don't talk nonsense."

Shu Mier knew in her heart that what he said was reasonable, that amnesia was not voluntary, and Momo also needed a father who loved him.

"Momo?" Mo Dongling asked in surprise. He didn't expect that she would name her son "Momo".

Shu Mi'er has been calling this nickname for three years. She didn't think it was anything, but after Mo Dongling repeated it, her cheeks suddenly burned.

"Get out of the way! I'm going home."

Mo Dongling's lips raised a very curve, "I like this name."

In the end, under his insistence, he was the coachman.

When I got home, the lights in the living room were bright, and a bunch of toys were thrown away on the floor in a mess. The TV series still had cartoons that children liked to watch, and the main person was -

Sleeping soundly on the sofa.

Shu Mi'er walked over with distress and picked up her son's small body, and kissed him on his white and tender cheek, "Good son, it's all bad for mommy."

"I'll do it." Mo Dongling whispered, reaching out to take Mo Mo who was asleep.

"No, I can."

Shu Mi'er carried her son into the bedroom and helped him take off his coat and pants. During this period, Mo Dongling kept following her, staring at the little boy on the bed with a burning look on his face.

Does he have a son?

Still so cute and well-behaved?

"Can I touch him?" he asked.

"Yes." Shu Mi'er nodded.

He is Momo's daddy, and this is an unchangeable fact.

Mo Dongling gently touched Mo Mo's small face. The soft touch made him feel slightly moved. This little bitch was really his son, and a sense of glory as a father suddenly arose in his heart...

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