Chapter 932

But the next second, he Mulan's confused and ignorant eyes deeply hurt he Zhaoyuan.

"Who are you?" He Mulan has a very familiar feeling. It seems that something is pounding her nerves, but she doesn't remember, she doesn't remember anything!

"Mulan, don't you remember me?" Word by word, although he Zhaoyuan made preparations, he still couldn't help shaking at the moment.

"Yes, I don't remember at all. I lost my memory." Looking at the man in front of such a miserable appearance, he Mulan's heart has no reason for a dull pain, but he doesn't know where to start.

"Don't stand, just sit and speak slowly." Pei Yan looked at the brother and sister and said.

"Good." He Zhaoyuan took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down. He sat beside he Mulan and said softly. He picked up the apple on the table and peeled it for her.

"Mulan, I'm your brother. Do you remember, when we were children, we used to go out to play together. You like to dig out bird's nest, but you can't climb trees. So I climb up the tree every time, and put the nest on the lower branch, so that you'll get addicted to taking out the eggs. "

He Zhaoyuan said as he handed the apple to he Mulan. He quietly looked at he Mulan, his eyes full of tenderness.

"I..." listening to he Zhaoyuan's story, he Mulan also tried to recall everything in the past. But every time, her head will be extremely painful, like 800 Jin hammer in the beat, it seems to deliberately want to let her not remember.

"I --" he Mulan painfully covered his head, a color of despair, "I really don't remember."

"It's OK. Let's take our time." Although he Zhaoyuan was worried, he was more distressed.

After a talk, he Zhaoyuan knows he Mulan's identity is special and dangerous everywhere. In order to keep her hiding place from being exposed, he Zhaoyuan and Peiyan have to leave as soon as possible.

"These days, I'm completely tied up by that fake hemulan." When it comes to this, Feng Anyan gnashes her teeth and has nothing to do, "I can only borrow the reason for my work to discuss countermeasures with you."

"Poof, I feel deeply for your situation." Gu qingcu shrugged his shoulders, said sympathy on his mouth, but showed no concern on his face.

"I don't know what happened to Mulan now." Feng Anyan's eyes are full of worries. As soon as he thought that his beloved's life and death were uncertain, he could not help hammering the table with hatred, which caused a shock to the table, and the teacup almost fell unsteadily.

"Yes." Gu qingcu's face became heavy. She rubbed the round nails painted with Dankou and thought deeply.

Suddenly, Gu qingcu seemed to think of something and clapped his thigh.

"Well? What's the idea? " See Gu Qing Cu so, Feng an Yan immediately anxious ask a way.

"Well! Since they want to do so, we might as well follow them. If they want to know our details, we will follow this fake hemulan and catch the person behind her at one stroke! "

Gu qingcu said slowly, clearly.

"How?" Feng an Yan picks eyebrow, the facial expression on the face is more serious.

Gu qingcu waved and whispered in Feng Anyan's ear. His eyes were bright and bright.

Sitting in the most famous and romantic restaurant in China, Mo Qingmian is a little nervous, but more excited.

Unexpectedly, Feng Anyan invited her to have a "candlelight dinner" on her own initiative. What a wonderful event!

Mo Qingmian lowered her eyes to hide her pride, pretending to be shy and timid.

"Mulan, what would you like to eat?" The waiter has come up to serve them. Today, Feng Anyan is wearing a black suit and a blue tie. His formal dress makes him look as long as jade and more serious.

And when a serious dress up person, gentle whisper to you, like a little melting snow in the ice, let a person incomparably floating.

Feng Anyan's voice is low, like a cello, very magnetic. Once immersed in the gentle Wang Quan, it is like a deadly poison, which makes people willingly fall in love with him.

"I'll do whatever I want." Mo Qingmian can't help blushing on her cheek. She is just like a deer bumping into her heart.

Feng Anyan is a damned teaser.

All Mo Qingmian's look into the eye, Feng Anyan sneer in the heart, the smile on the face is more gentle, as if soaked in sweet.

"Let's take those last time. They're all your favorite food." Feng Anyan asked softly.

"Good." Mo Qingmian is equally sweet.The waiter wrote down the menu and left.

Mo Qingmian raised her eyes and looked around.

The restaurant is dominated by bright colors, with beautiful flowers on each table, elegant music, and the fragrance of perfume in the air.

Delicate white porcelain table is covered with pink rose tablecloth, symbolizing the flowers of love everywhere.

The curtain is blue, with short white tassels hanging from the top. This simple tone is set against the romantic tables and chairs, which makes it more elegant.

It is well-known for its romance. This kind of decoration alone can make people see that it is full of pink bubbles. Therefore, it has become a sacred place for lovers to date.

In addition, their dishes are unique and have a special flavor, so they are very popular. So it's not easy to eat here, at least half a month in advance booking, or even not be able to book.

And there is no difference between the rich and the poor. You won't be given a seat just because you are powerful. Therefore, it has a good reputation.

Thinking of these, Mo Qingmian's worries gradually subsided. Seeing that Lai Feng Anyan was still very thoughtful.

But what she doesn't know is that this restaurant is owned by Feng Anyan, so it's easy to get a place.

The dishes were soon ready. They were arranged in order, bright in color, crispy and delicious. The aroma seemed to spread thousands of miles. Just taking a deep breath, Mo Qingmian feels that her taste buds are aroused. It really makes people smell like drooling.

This restaurant really deserves its reputation.

But I think so. If it's not good, how can it attract people.

"Here, eat this." Feng Anyan put a piece of meat on Mo Qingmian's plate, smiling gently, as if to melt the Antarctic ice.

"Good." Mo Qingmian's sweet response, two people's sweet interaction is like a pair of real lovers. Mo Qingmian almost forgot that he was mo Qingmian, not he Mulan.

But she is still enjoying the treatment that he Mulan should get.

At the same time, her vigilance gradually dropped.

"You eat more, so thin, looking at all distressed." Feng Anyan's soft eyebrows reveal heartache, and the eyes that seem to be dazzling stars only reflect Mo Qingmian.

"No, I'm afraid I'm fat. You don't like me anymore." Mo Qingmian smiles shyly and says a word of anger.

"How can it be? It's better to be fat, so no one will take it away." Feng Anyan covers the irony at the bottom of her eyes and smiles like spring breeze.