Chapter 879 Impossible to Remember Wrongly

There was a long queue at the checkout aisle at the supermarket, and Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng in a strange mood.

Wang Zhan is a very cautious person. If Murong Cheng's symptoms were not very serious, Wang Zhan would not have come to the conclusion of amnesia.

so……

If he really forgets the past, will it affect his relationship with her?

Mu Zi quite minds this...

She slightly raised her head to look at Murong Cheng's side face, her features were handsome, her jaw line was handsome and beautiful, and she exuded an air of indifference that should not be approached by strangers, girls would find it particularly attractive.

Several young girls in the next line were peeking at him.

Mu Zi silently put his hand into the pocket of Murong Cheng's hoodie.

Murong Cheng looked down at her.

"Hands are a bit cold." Mu Zi said.

Murong Cheng also put his own hands into the pockets of his jacket, wrapping her little hands warmly in his palms.

Those scrutinizing eyes were retracted.

Murong Cheng gently scratched her palm, his voice was very low: "Satisfied now?"

Mu Zi's cheeks were slightly red, and she muttered softly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Murong Cheng didn't speak, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When paying the bill, Murong Cheng picked up a box of sleeves on the shelf of the cash register and lightly threw it into the shopping basket, making Mu Zi's face even redder.

...

The two returned home after shopping, cooked and ate together, and leaned on the sofa to watch TV after eating.

I didn't know what TV series it was, so I finished watching an episode in a daze, and Murong Cheng proposed to go back to his room for an afternoon nap.

Mu Zi said awkwardly: "I'm not sleepy, I want to watch it for a while..."

"Go back to the room and have a look." Murong Cheng said.

There is also a TV in the room.

Mu Zi was still reluctant, she had a lot of things in her mind, she wanted to say it, but she didn't know how to say it.

Murong Cheng didn't bother to wait any longer, he picked her up and went upstairs directly.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Mu Zi panicked, "I'm not ready yet!"

Murong Cheng kicked the door open with his feet, threw her on the bed, and took off his shirt, "You don't need to prepare for this, I will just do it."

Mu Zi was anxious: "I, let's talk! Murong Cheng... I think we should talk first!"

Murong Cheng took off his own, and came over to take off Mu Zi's, "What are you talking about?"

"You...do you remember my name?" Mu Zi asked in a panic.

Murong Cheng laughed: "You are Su Zi, how could I not remember your name."

Mu Zi asked again: "Then do you remember how we got together?"

Seeing that she had been pestering this matter, Murong Cheng's expression darkened, "You don't believe me either?"

"I believe it!" Muzi put her arms around his neck and buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder, "I believe you love me, but I'm also worried about your body, what should I do if you really forget all about the past ? Murong Cheng, I'm scared!"

Murong Cheng's breathing stagnated.

He didn't move for a while.

For a long time, Murong Cheng pulled Mu Zi away, and looked into her eyes seriously: "I did forget some things, but I am not amnesia, I remember that we studied in the same school in high school, and we got together after graduation, you said You like ginkgo trees, and the golden autumn is very beautiful, so I bought this house, I planted ginkgo trees outside the house, I like to kiss you under the tree... I love you, Zizi."

Mu Zi's eyes turned red, she hugged him tightly, her throat seemed to be blocked by something: "Murong Cheng, you are so stupid."

Seeing her reaction, Murong Cheng asked in a daze, "Did I say something wrong?"

Mu Zi raised her head and kissed him sadly, holding his face and said: "Look at me, think about it, am I Su Zi? Is Su Zi's appearance like mine?"

A strange emotion flashed across Murong Cheng's deep black eyes, his eyes fell on Mu Zi's face, but it seemed that he was looking elsewhere through her.

"But I saw the picture... The picture downstairs, the picture in the room, is consistent with my memory, I can't remember it wrong."