"What? Is there any difficulty for Boss Jin?" Minghui's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at Boss Jin frowned, although he quickly let go. Thinking that these two were relatives of Brother Mo Wang, or relatives who were good to him, Minghui, who was righteous by nature, subconsciously became more enthusiastic.

"Uh? No," Boss Jin quickly came back to his senses, "Thank you, Young Master Yin Second, I just suddenly thought of some business matters, but after thinking about it, I felt relieved. It was not a big deal. Yunzheng, then your brother and I will leave first. We saw a good yard yesterday. Since we decided to stay in Luocheng, we should go over and check it out and make sure it is not a big deal to avoid gains and losses."

After seeing off Boss Jin and the other two, Mingze turned his head and was about to talk to Mo Wang, but he saw him squatting there with his head in his arms, with a look of pain on his pale face.

"What's wrong with Mo Wang you?" Mingze was shocked, "Brother Qiang, please ask the doctor." Mo Wang often had a headache, but as long as he didn't recall the past, it wouldn't be very serious. Today, this should be because Boss Jin and his two tried to remember something again.

"No...no," Mo Wang stood up slowly with Minghui's hand. "The doctor has no choice but to rest for a while. Just take a break and he will be fine." He thought that Boss Jin and Jin Kaiping should have been very close to him before. After a short time of recognizing the marriage, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, and it became more and more intense, making him involuntarily recall it.

Mingze nodded and comforted him: "Don't worry, the doctor has said that when the blood in your head dissipates, you may be able to remember the past. Now that Boss Jin and his friends stay in Luocheng, it should be more helpful for you to restore your memory."

"Hope," Mo Wang didn't have much hope. After so long, the blank in his head was not even a ripple. "But even if I recover my memory, I will not leave the Yin family or leave Meizhuang." Although the eldest girl never said it, he just felt that what the eldest girl had to do was not only to protect herself, but also to protect her business. No matter what the eldest girl wanted to do, he hoped to protect her and help her complete it.

Mingze smiled and refused to comment. It was not that he didn't believe Mo Wang, but that he had been paying attention to Boss Jin and the other two. In addition to being basically sure that they were really close to Mo Wang, he also had a little doubt. The family background of the so-called "Jin family" is probably not just a small wealthy merchant. No matter Mo Wang's literary talent, martial arts, all over his body, or the temperament and manners of Boss Jin and his words and behaviors, they were not like those that could be cultivated by an ordinary merchant, unless it was a family like the Fuluo family that was born out of wealth.

Mingze himself did not have enough experience, but he heard his elder sister analyze the guesses about Mo Wang's origin, remembering what aspects and subtle points to look at people. He also tried to analyze the various people he knew, recall their words and deeds, and combined their status, family background, knowledge and others' evaluations of them to increase their experience in people's reading. Therefore, when he saw Boss Jin and the other two, he began to observe and analyze silently and came to such a conclusion.

Another point is that because he focused on this, Boss Jin's two "few..." may not attract the attention of others, but he did not avoid his ears. What is missing? Young Master? Young Master? Young Master? Or is it purely a misunderstanding?

He felt a little shocked at that time and looked at Mo Wang and the two of them secretly. The cash boss and Jin Kaiping looked a little similar, but they were not similar at all.

If the elder sister and him had a good guess, Mo Wang's family should have a very difficult origin. Boss Jin and the other two may be close to Mo Wang, but they may not be Mo Wang's uncle and cousin. The "hate" that Boss Jin mentioned is probably not such a secret bloody act as a stepmother colluding with a traitor and husband to murder.

In that case, when Don’t Forget to Recover My Memories, can he really stay in Meizhuang safely?

Mingze shook his head secretly. Fortunately, Mo Wang couldn't recover his memory for a while. He would wait for his elder sister to come back and then discuss with her elder sister how she views his analysis. It's been two months, and I don't know where her elder sister has been?

Zhiruo, who had just arrived at Kunping, suddenly felt his ears itchy and touched his ears with a smile. He didn't know which younger brother and sister were talking about her again.

Although there are many barbarians in Yunzhou, Kunping, the mansion city is not much different from the mansion city in other places. It is still quite lively and prosperous, especially with many different foreign styles. The various costumes are dazzling and add to the curiosity. After entering the city, Zhiruo saw many familiar clothes through the curtains. Of course, although they are similar to those of the costumes of the few ethnic groups in her memory, they are not the same. No matter which ethnic costumes, the costumes of that ethnic group will undergo various improvements and changes in the course of history.

As soon as Zhiruo entered the house, he took out paper and her special charcoal pen and drew some of the clothing characteristics and inspirations she had just seen. Inspiration is hard to come by and is the most slippery. It often flashes by and can't catch it if you go back.

Luo Ying was already quite familiar with Zhiruo's habits and did not disturb her. She also checked the house carefully according to the habits and went to pack her luggage.

Until Luoshuang, who went to the carriage, came in sighingly, saw Zhiruo burying his head and drawing pictures, and quickly walked a few steps to jump to Luo Ying, lowered his voice and said anxiously: "It's so scary, so pitiful, sister, I have never seen such an ugly child, and I don't know if it was born or something poisoned. Oh, I was scared to death, and she suddenly appeared. Fortunately, it was me. If it were someone else, I would be afraid that I would scream and think I had met a ghost."

Even though she had seen the tragic situation of various wounded soldiers coming down from the battlefield and had received all kinds of terrible training, she still felt the violent impact of her heart, as if it was about to burst out from her chest. She finally let out an "ah" without control, but the sound was stuck in her throat. No one else heard it except the ugly little girl closest to her.

Luoshuang thought she was whispering in a low voice, but her voice became higher and higher due to her emotional excitement. Zhiruo, who had just put down her pen, heard it clearly and said with a funny look: "If we can scare us Luoshuang like this, will the child have three eyes or no nose?"
Chapter completed!