The Romance Of Mr. Walton

C1092 I'm Your Husband



C1092 I'm Your Husband

Deng'er pointed in Si Monan's direction and said to Ling Bosheng, "Uncle Sheng, look, it was that uncle who bumped into me."    

    

At this time, Si Monan adjusted his suit and walked over.    

    

Ling Bosheng raised his lips. "Hello, we meet again."    

    

Si Monan nodded politely. "I seem to have troubled you today."    

    

"The mother of the child is a little angry. I hope this matter ends here. " In the future, when you bump into Deng'er, just pretend that it did not happen. "    

    

Si Monan raised his eyebrows. "What a pity. I am not an irresponsible person. Where is the mother?"    

    

"She went home to cook," Ling Bosheng said. "She went home to cook.    

    

Si Monan did not like Ling Bosheng's tone.    

    

"If there is a chance, I will treat them to a good meal and apologize," Ling Bosheng said.    

    

"No need. The mother of the child doesn't want to be entangled in this matter anymore."    

    

After Ling Bosheng finished speaking, he nodded to Si Monan and carried the child into the car.    

    

After watching Ling Bosheng's car leave, Si Monan turned around and returned to the car.    

    

His face was cold, as if he had been smeared with three layers of frost.    

    

Zheng Yi had a lot of things to report.    

    

But when he saw his expression, he was stunned and did not dare to make a sound.    

    

At this moment, the pressure around his senior brother's body was not ordinary. It was better for him to be careful.    

    

Halfway through the car, Si Monan suddenly looked up at the front mirror. "Zheng Yi, did I do something wrong?"    

    

Zheng Yi was stunned. "How could that be?"    

    

Si Monan sighed. "Why did Gu Mo hide from me? Why is a woman's heart so hard to understand?"    

    

"Senior brother, perhaps Shi-jie did not do it on purpose. You are thinking too much."    

    

Si Monan sneered. "Is that so?    

    

But he didn't think so.    

    

...    

    

The next morning, the weather was a little gloomy. In order to prevent the rain from stopping, Gu Mo sent Deng'er to the kindergarten early in the morning.    

    

At the entrance of the kindergarten, she saw Deng'er being brought into the garden by Teacher Qin. She told him many times not to let anyone take the child away. Only then did she turn around and prepare to leave.    

    

She had just pulled the door open when the black Bentley door on the opposite side suddenly opened.    

    

A man in a black suit with a steady face walked out from inside.    

    

The man looked at her from afar, and she also saw him at the first moment.    

    

It was as if ten thousand years had passed.    

    

Gu Mo stared at the man, Si Monan.    

    

Si Monan also stared at her.    

    

It was as if time had crossed millions of years.    

    

His eyes were full of longing. He wanted to run over and hug her now.    

    

It had been five years, and he had finally found her again.    

    

She had thought about the scene when they met again. Perhaps she would run away, or perhaps she would cry.    

    

But none of these scenes had happened.    

    

The sky suddenly started to drizzle and hit Gu Mo's hair.    

    

When the rain hit her face, she opened the car door and silently got into the car.    

    

As if she did not know her, she calmly closed the car.    

    

Zheng Yi, who was in the car, thought he was dreaming.    

    

He never thought that Gu Mo would actually open the car door and get into the car after giving her senior brother a look as if she did not know him.    

    

When her car was about to start and drive away, Si Monan rushed to her car and blocked her way.    

    

Gu Mo had already stepped on the gas, but because he suddenly rushed out, she had no choice but to brake.    

    

Her head hit the steering wheel, but she still quickly looked up. She wanted to see if the person in front of the car had been hit.    

    

Seeing that the person was still standing there, she heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

Her nails dug into her hands tightly, reminding herself to endure, to be strong, to be cold, to maintain a good distance from that person.    

    

After Gu Mo calmed down and was in a good mood, she opened the car door and got out of the car. "What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly appear in front of someone else's car? "If you want to die, can't you just go to another car to extort money? " How can there be someone like you who drives a Bentley to cause trouble for a small QQ like me? "    

    

Si Monan stared into her eyes. His eyes were full of doubt. "What did you say?"    

    

At this moment, Gu Mo in front of him was a stranger and familiar to Si Monan.    

    

She did not seem to take him seriously at all, but she was still very nervous about her property.    

    

"Gu Mo, who am I?"    

    

Gu Mo frowned. "Why do you know my name? Who are you? Why are you asking me? Shouldn't you ask your mother? "    

    

Si Monan was worried. He stepped forward and grabbed Gu Mo's shoulder. "What nonsense are you talking about? You really don't know me? " I am Si Monan. "    

    

Gu Mo struggled. "Why are you touching me? Let go of me and get out of my car. I have to go to work."    

    

She turned around and opened the door.    

    

Si Monan pressed on her door. "Gu Mo, stop pretending. Let's talk. Why are you like this? Why are you pretending to have amnesia? "    

    

Gu Mo widened her eyes in shock. "You... How did you know I had amnesia?"    

    

Si Monan gritted his teeth. "Did you really lose your memory?"    

    

She hugged him. "Does it have anything to do with you?"    

    

"If you really lost your memory," she said. Then let me ask you, why are you called Ji Yueji? "    

    

Gu Mo was speechless. "What do you mean why? My name is Ji Yuexin."    

    

"Ah, Ji Yuejie isn't your name at all. It's your mother's name. Alright, even if you are Ji Yuejie, why is your son surnamed Gu? Don't tell me, you don't know why."    

    

Gu Mo raised her eyebrows. I have lost my memory. I only remember two names. One is Ji Yuejie, and the other is Gu Sheng. "    

    

"I thought my name was Ji Yue Jie and Gu Sheng is my husband, so I naturally let my child have the surname Gu. However... this is clearly my private matter. Why should I report to you?"    

    

After she finished speaking, she thought for a while and said, "Sir, I see that you are quite ill, you should quickly treat it. What does my matter have to do with you? What do you want to know?"    

    

Si Monan felt depressed. He said helplessly, "I am your husband. Do you think it has anything to do with me?"    

    

Gu Mo was shocked. She did not know why he was still bothering her.    

    

When he said he was her husband, would he not feel guilty?    

    

She did not need an unfaithful husband.    

    

"Stop joking. I don't have a husband, but I do have a fiancé."    

    

She turned around unhappily and pulled the door open.    

    

Si Monan stopped her again. "Gu Mo, your name is Gu Mo. I am Si Monan, your husband."    

    

Alright, he was willing to accept the fact that she had lost her memory, but he would never allow her to marry anyone else.    

    

"You already have a family. Stop dreaming about marrying someone else."    

    

As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at the ring on her finger.    

    

His eyes never allowed sand.    

    

But back then, it was he who failed to protect him, it was he who broke his promise, he was in the wrong.    

    

Now, everything she gave him, he only treated it as punishment.    

    

He was willing to receive punishment first, and then win her heart again.    

    

Gu Mo raised her eyebrows. "Is that so? I see that you are also quite rich. If I am really your wife, why would I appear alone in Hong Kong City? "Is it the trend nowadays for rich people to throw their wives away?"    

    


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