After the kiss, Wen Ran collapsed into Mo Xiuchen's arms.

Her face was hot, her eyes were blurred, and her legs were even sore and weak. Perhaps it was because she had not had such intimacy for too long, and her heart seemed to pop out of her chest at any time.

Mo Xiuchen held her big hand around her waist, and there was a flame jumping in her hot and deep eyes. After all, he was afraid of scaring her. He resisted the idea of ​​continuing and said hoarsely: "Ranran, can you tell me where this is?"

He felt a sense of familiarity here, but his mind was not in shape, and he couldn't remember why he was familiar, and what meaning this place had.

Wen Ran secretly calmed down, then raised her eyes and faced his deep and hot eyes, her heart trembled again.

A faint smile appeared between her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and she turned her eyes to look around the huge yard. Finally, her eyes stopped on a cherry tree, and the scene of Mo Xiuchen standing on the cherry tree and smiling at her appeared in front of her.

Her heart suddenly felt warm.

He pointed at the tree and said gently: "Xiuchen, when the cherries are ripe, you are still picking cherries for me on the tree and eating them."

Mo Xiuchen's face was a little confused. He frowned and tried hard to remember something. The gentle and gentle voice stopped him, "Xiuchen, don't rush to think about the past. I'll introduce you first. Don't force yourself to think about it, do you know?"

She was afraid that the more he couldn't remember, the more anxious he was.

Mo Xiuchen looked at her careful eyes, and couldn't help but bent the corners of her lips and agreed gently: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry. Anyway, we have a lifetime of time. Ranran, if I can't remember those pasts in my life, then I will remember every day from now on. Don't dislike me, okay?"

For some reason, Wen Ran felt sad when he deliberately softened his tone, and she glared at him with annoyance and said unhappily: "You are the handsome, noble, wise and decisive President Mo. Who dares to dislike you? If you don't dislike me, I will burn the incense."

"Haha, Ranran, you don't have to burn high incense. I forgot myself and can still remember you. In this life, I can't escape from your palm."

Mo Xiuchen's jokes drove away the bitterness in Wen Ran's heart. She couldn't help laughing, and took her eyes and grabbed his big hand with her little hand, "Let's walk around the yard, and there are fruit trees planted behind her. I'll take you to see."

"good!"

Mo Xiuchen smiled gently and charmingly, and his eyes were filled with pampering. She let her hold his hand and walk forward, listening to her soft and soft voice, "Xiuchen, the first time you brought me here was the season when cherries were ripe, and that was also the time when you were sick."

Hearing the depression and sadness in Wen Ran's tone, Mo Xiuchen's heart tightened and subconsciously held her soft little hand in his palm. The two stood in front of the marble table under the cherry tree. Wen Ran pointed to the cherry trees and said, "That afternoon, you were responsible for picking cherries on the tree, and I was responsible for eating under the tree. We stayed here for a night, and the next day, we picked a lot of cherries and went back to give it to others."

"By the way, I'll show you the photos."

Wen Ran said, reaching out to take out his cell phone.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes became deeper. He watched her take out her cell phone and find the photo. She turned sideways and looked at the album to show him: "Xiuchen, look, this was what I took when you picked cherries. Isn't it very handsome?"

"Um."

A hint of enthusiasm flashed in Mo Xiuchen's eyes. He looked at the photo on Wen Ran's phone. Yes, that's him.

He stood on the cherry tree, some of whom bent over and handed it to her, some of whom reached out to pick cherries from the branches, and some of whom smiled gently at her...

Each one is a testimony to their happiness. When he looked at the photos, he felt an indescribable complex emotion in his heart. His other long arm was tightly placed on Wen Ran's waist, "Ran Ran."

Wen Ran's body stiffened. She heard the complex emotions in his tone and felt his mood. She turned her head and looked at him gently: "Xiuchen, do you know? You told me that when you come back, you will plant many fruit trees for me. From now on, every year when the fruit is ripe, you will accompany me to pick fruits. When we get old, we will still live here..."

During the days when he was not here, she felt so painful that she couldn't breathe whenever she thought of those words.

She did not count the days and suffered every day, but she lived every minute and second. The pain of longing and panic was beyond understanding.

"Ranran, I'm sorry."

The gentle and pamperedness in Mo Xiuchen's eyes was replaced by deep guilt and heartache. He knew how painful and sad his Ranran was when he was far away in Country D.

She must be sad and desperate.

Not only did she not dare to contact him, but she also connected to his phone and did not dare to admit it.

Thinking of the words she said on the phone, "You called the wrong one", his heart felt like an invisible big hand was pulled hard, and the pain was sharp. The hand holding her waist suddenly tightened.

Wen Ran's eyes were filled with moistness at some point, and his already clear eyes became more and more crystal clear under the water mist, like a top-notch pearl.

She blinked, and forced herself to suppress the sadness that surged in her heart like a tide. A gentle smile appeared on her lips and said softly: "Xiuchen, don't apologize, it's not your fault."

Even if he is really with Cheng Jia, even if he treats her as a stranger for the rest of his life, she will not blame him, never.

He is her Xiuchen, the man she loves. As long as he lives well, she is willing to keep this love in her heart forever, just as she said, keeping her love and memories for him and living this life.

"Xiuchen, this villa is your grandparents' home. You told me that you spent a happy childhood here when you were a child."

Wen Ran pursed her lips, smiled brightly, and continued to introduce him.

"Is this my grandparents' home?"

He led Wen Ran around the back of the villa, and then back from the right. He was still a little familiar with him and couldn't remember any sporadic fragments.

Wen Ran smiled and said, "Xiuchen, because of time, you haven't told me about your childhood interesting things. When you remember them one day, you must tell me all of them."

She wanted to know all about him, share his joy, share his sorrow.

Mo Xiuchen smiled and nodded, and made a gentle promise: "Okay, Ranran, when I remember the past, I will tell you as soon as possible."

"That's all." Wen Ran smiled so happily, her eyes blinked, as bright as stars, and her voice was light and comfortable: "Don't worry, I will always wait for you to remember."

"Ranran, thank you."
Chapter completed!