Tang Huan had the illusion of being struck by lightning.

"Begonia..."

He actually remembers it!

As soon as this name was spoken from Song Mo, Tang Huan knew that she could no longer be lucky.

Fortunately, she would not let herself make the same mistake a second time.

"Young Master Xie gave me a name, and from now on, I... I will be called Haitang." Tang Huan's face was full of joy, and he gave the man gratefully. Haitang's name was stronger than Erlan, and was given by the new master, so she must be happy. As for Song Mo's tactful test, she must not admit it!

Now that I admit it, I will probably be able to end this dream with Song Mo soon. After all, Song Mo loves her in "for those two lives" and she really loves her. Can you have three games in the last one?

The same is true. If Song Mo can remember it once, she must be prepared to remember all his dreams. Now she admits that she has memories. When Song Mo remembers Jinzhi, he will ask her if she remembers it. At that time, she says she doesn’t remember it, will he believe it? Why did she only remember the good ones, and forget what was bullying him? Song Mo is not that stupid!

She could not admit that she could not have any one, and could only pretend that she had forgotten her "previous life" in every scene. In this way, Song Mo could not blame her for her later deception. Not only that, in the remaining dreams, she would also show her wholeheartedness towards him from beginning to end. Even if Song Mo suspected and resented her at the beginning, she would not be able to take her anger on her because of the love that followed because she didn't remember.

When Song Mo dares to ask, she will answer like this: "You said I lied to you in my previous life, and asked me why, but I don't remember at all. How did you tell you the reason? If it was really me, and I love you so much, how could I lie to you?"

How much Song Mo can remember, and when will Tang Huan not predict, all she has to do is to make the worst plan and live every game well. Maybe in the end, Song Mo will remember the grudges between the two before they fell into the dream and kill her again, but that was an accident that she could not control, and it was useless to be anxious. What she can still influence now is the thoughts of Song Mo in the dream before he recovered his memory, so she must live well and not let herself die in the dream.

Living one more day is a day, even if it's just a dream.

She blushed and stared at Song Mo's feet, without showing any shock that shouldn't have been.

Song Mo's heart sank.

Why is this happening? Doesn't she really remember it?

"I am not so particular about rules. In the future, you don't need to call yourself a slave in front of me. In addition, I thought about it, Haitang's name is too slutty, so I'd better change it and call you Xiaowu, how about it?" Song Mo still stared into her eyes and said slowly. From the beginning, he had no intention of calling her Haitang. In that life, he married her to others, causing them so much trouble, Song Mo didn't want to remember her again. She was Xiaowu, his Xiaowu, but his only one.

Tang Huan looked up at him in surprise, with a little embarrassed look on his face, "Young Master, Xiao Wu sounds like a man... Master Xie gave him a name." Halfway through speaking, he lowered his head to accept his fate. She wanted to see if he would change to Narcissus Brocade and even *, how much did he remember this damn man!

Song Mo's heart is complicated.

His little five is simple. If I really remember, it would not be possible to pretend so seamlessly. Besides, he told her that she had no need to pretend!

So there is only one reason, she doesn't remember, and there was another reason why she was shocked to see him.

What should he do now?

Did she know how much he wanted to hug her? Did she know how hard he worked to restrain himself? As long as she recognized him, he would immediately carry her into his arms, love her and pity her and marry her. Unfortunately, she forgot that in her eyes, today was the first time the two met, and he had no position to hug her rashly, and could not let her misunderstand that he was a lustful young master. He could only endure and could only make her fall in love with him again.

Song Mo smiled bitterly, it doesn't matter if Xiao Wu doesn't remember it, as long as it is her, he will be satisfied. Since she can come to him after every reincarnation, it means that he and her are destined to be together.

He stood up and walked towards the inner room: "Come with me, and the cat will be left to you to take care of in the future."

Tang Huan breathed a sigh of relief and followed him obediently. This man actually had a cat, which was really strange.

The hall is used to entertain guests. The next room is a couch and a desk, which is a place for men to relax when reading books. Walking further inside is the inner room where he rests. The layout is still neat and elegant, which is the man's usual style. However, this time, there was a special round bed on the side of the man's bed, with snow-white and soft cushions on it. On the cushions, there was a sleeping cat lying. The fur was snow-white, and only his ears and tail were light gray.

Hearing the movement, the cat shook his ears and opened his eyes. The cat's eyes were as blue as if it was washed by the blue. Seeing the owner, it immediately raised its head and screamed happily at Song Mojiaojiao.

This cat...so beautiful!

Tang Huan's heart was softened. She had seen too many wild cats, basically they were thin and dirty, and they were really unattractive, but where did Song Mo find this "stunning" in front of her?

She really wanted to take the cat away too!

Song Mo saw the expressions that the women around him loved, smiled slightly, and reached out to the white cat, his voice was indescribably gentle: "Xiao Wu, come here and give me a hug." If it were normal, he would hug the cat, but would never say such words. Now, he would say it to her.

"Meow……"

The cat named Xiaowu jumped and rushed into Song Mo's arms.

Xiao Wu?

Tang Huan suddenly lost his mood to love cats!

It doesn't matter if he calls a cat Xiaowu. Now he actually makes her name exactly the same as a cat, and is so intimate with the cat in front of her. Aren't he afraid that she will misunderstand? Just like just now, she almost thought Song Mo was going to hug her!

This man definitely did it on purpose!

Well, after a brief anger, Tang Huan felt relieved. Song Mo was still in the mood to tease her, but it was obvious that he did not remember the previous two dreams. If the eldest brother didn't say it, Master Song was very domineering. With his love for Xiaowu, he would definitely get her again. Then she didn't have to do anything to seduce him. She just needed to slowly cooperate with Song Mo, and then seduce him to ask her at the most appropriate time... Well, maybe she didn't need to tempt her, this man would take the initiative once.

Don’t think about it in the future. At least as long as he doesn’t notice that she has memories of this dream, it should be very relaxed.

Seeing the man turn to see her, Tang Huan turned his head shyly and timidly, "Young Master, isn't that good? Otherwise, you change my name?"

Song Mo sat on the bed with the cat in his arms, and while giving it to the cat, he asked her in confusion: "Is there anything wrong?"

Really good at pretending!

Tang Huan resisted the urge to glare at him and lowered his head and said, "The young master's cat is Xiaowu, I, my name is Xiaowu, so when the young master calls him a cat, I am afraid that I will misunderstand it."

"Oh, so that's it." Song Mo agreed and comforted her again, "Don't worry, I won't let you misunderstand. For example, if I asked Xiaowu to pour me a cup of tea, it must be told to you. If I asked Xiaowu to come and hug me, it must be said to the cat. You will definitely not misunderstand that I want to hug you, right?"

That's a big deal, how could she realize that Song Mo is so thick-skinned!

Tang Huan felt like her chest was blocked. She had always been teasing men, but now she actually made a man who had been teasing her, but she couldn't fight back. This feeling is so close to causing internal injuries!

She lowered her head to hide the anger in her eyes: "Yes, then, I'll listen to the young master."

Her cheeks were red, and Song Mo knew that she must have been embarrassed. He didn't want to embarrass her, but he couldn't pretend to be a stranger to treat her like a stranger. Since she still loves shame, then be ashamed. She became liked by shame. Song Mo was quite confident in himself. Many women liked him because of his appearance. He disliked those women, but if it were Xiaowu, even if she liked him because of his face, he would be happy.

Seeing her eyes slowly falling on the white cat, Song Mo chuckled and handed over her pet who had been raising for two years: "Give you a hug."

He originally didn't like things like cats and dogs, but when he met this cat at the entrance on the rainy day, the watery cat looked at him pitifully. Somehow, he thought of Xiao Wu's reliance on him and brought him back. Since then, whenever he thinks of her feeling uncomfortable, he will feel more comfortable in his heart when he hugged this cat. Although he has relatives in this life, he always feels lonely and feels that something is missing.

Just when he saw her at the door, he had a look of his face, but he felt a sense of enlightenment as if the clouds were clear and the moon was bright. It seemed that when she came, the world really came to life.

With her random thoughts, she reached out to pick up the cat.

He couldn't help but touch her fingertips.

Tang Huan shyly retracted his hand and his head lowered.

The room was too quiet, her blushing face was too tempting, and Song Mo began to feel dry mouth. He was afraid that he could not suppress the urge to hug her, and also afraid that he would scare her. He put the cat on the bed, got up and walked out: "You take care of it here, I'll go see the lady." The mother should have known that he had bought a maid without authorization, so he had to say something.

"Young Master, go slowly." Tang Huan obediently sent him out the door and confirmed that he had really left. She immediately turned around and ran back to the house, squatting in front of the bed to touch the white cat lying down again. The blue cat's eyes were pink and tender nose, and the cat's ears were shaking. Why did such a beautiful cat only appear in dreams?

"Meow..." The white cat stared at her for a while, turned his head and rubbed the back of her hand.

This cat is quite unrecognizable. Tang Huan likes it even more. Seeing that it seemed very comfortable, he kept touching its round head.

"Meow……"

The white cat kept staring at her, suddenly stopped moving and jumped to the ground. Tang Huan was surprised and lowered her head to grab it, but the white cat ran under the bed. Tang Huan leaned over to lie on the ground, and was about to grab it out, suddenly he heard the sound of friction. Then, the white cat pushed out a long box, and then she walked out from behind the box, put a front paw on the box, turned her head to look at her, and screamed softly.

The box is not locked.

Could it be that this is Song Mo's treasure, and the white cat likes her, so he wants to share Song Mo's secret with her?

Tang Huan touched the cat's head rewardly, flipped off a little dust on his back for it, looked back at the outside, and quietly opened the box.

There are five scrolls of paintings inside.

Tang Huan was not moved, and a guess emerged uncontrollably, even though she felt it was inexplicable.

"Meow..." The white cat raised one paw and poked it in and fiddled with a scroll, turned his head to look at her, as if urging her to open it quickly.

Tang Huan was still very curious. He put aside the strange feeling and took out one. Just as he was about to open it, he found a small word engraved on the top: "Bridge".

If it was painted by Master Song, Tang Huan vaguely guessed it.

She put this down and continued to look at the other four.

The bridge, the boat, the window, and the moon correspond to the four paintings in memory.

Tang Huan didn't even open it.

Only when she saw the "light", she finally couldn't help but slowly unfold the scroll.

The lamp she thought she would never see again appeared in front of her eyes, splendid and colorful.

A man and a woman stood in front of the lamp, holding her with gentle eyebrows and eyes.

The thin white fingers stroked the lamp, and a trace of nostalgia floated in the eyes of water.

"Meow..." The white cat got into the woman's arms at some point, leaned forward, and watched the painting with her. She was proficient in movements, as if she had already gotten used to it.

The author has something to say: Huanhuan is using her life to soak up handsome guys, poor kids!

I saw someone asking Song Mo about his memories after xo, and I will mention it later, don’t worry~~~
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