Chapter 486

Walking into the living room, Gu Mingxuan sat down with his daughter in his arms, combed her hair gently with his palm, and said softly: "Baby, this is the home of grandparents, do you remember?"

Ling Qiyue didn't say a word, Mi Rongxing ran to get some toys she usually liked to play with, and put them in front of her one by one.

"Look, little princess, this is a Barbie doll. You named it Xiaoxiao. This is the conch shell you gave me. It can sing inside. Listen to it."

Little Pickled Cabbage waved her hand, and pressed her face to Gu Mingxuan's chest, her eyes were still fixed on Sima Qinghui.

Sima Qinghui had hairy skin and fear in her heart, she asked tentatively, "Has little pickled cabbage already known dad?"

Chen Yilan shook her head, "It's not that we know each other, but the family affection made her feel that Mingxuan is her father, so she didn't refuse to make out with him, but she still doesn't want to hug others."

Sima Qinghui immediately breathed a sigh of relief, her face slowly turned red, and her tense shoulders loosened.

"Sauerkraut, can I hug you?" She immediately walked over with a smile.

"Go away!" Ling Qiyang reprimanded her coldly without waiting for her to approach her sister.

Sima Qinghui took a few steps back in embarrassment, Ling Moxue took Brother Chin's hand, and gave him a wink, signaling that he couldn't be so rude.

After all, she was about to become Ling Jingchen's wife, so if she didn't look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face, she still had to give her face.

"Sit down, everyone sit down." Chen Yilan waved her hand, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Ling Jingchen pulled Sima Qinghui to sit opposite Ling Qiyue, took the tea made by the servant, and handed it to Sima Qinghui, "Do you want a drink?"

Sima Qinghui shook her head, "I don't drink tea, just boiled water."

After she finished speaking, Ling Moxue was about to get someone to pour a glass of boiled water, when Ling Qiyue suddenly pushed away Gu Mingxuan's arms around her, slipped off his body, then went to the tea table to pick up a pear and handed it to Sima Qinghui.

Her actions stunned everyone, and Ling Moxue stared at her daughter in disbelief...

what happened?

Sima Qinghui was also shocked. She had always been afraid that Ling Qiyue would remember her, but with her current actions, was she remembering her or was she sensible to entertain her?

Her face twitched slightly, she was at a loss and didn't know what to do?

"Suancai, do you know Aunt Qinghui?" Ling Jingchen asked happily after being surprised.

Ling Qiyue nodded, then grabbed Sima Qinghui's hand, and gently placed Xue Li in her palm.

Sima Qinghui's heart almost jumped out of her chest, and her mind went blank...

She knows herself! She really knows herself!

Now that you remember, why are you so kind to yourself? Look at her eyes are clear and bright, with a friendly expression and no hatred at all.

Gu Mingxuan and Ling Moxue have been paying attention to Sima Qinghui's reaction, watching her face turn red and pale for a while, Gu Mingxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, leaning on the sofa, he took out his phone, and swipe his finger on the screen.

At this time, Ling Qiyue had already sat beside Sima Qinghui, her eyes were fixed on her face.

"Strange, why does she remember Miss Sima? But she doesn't remember me." Gu Xinyan couldn't accept it, she walked over, squatted in front of little pickled cabbage, and pointed to her face, "Sauer cabbage, I'm aunt, do you still remember me?" ?”

Little Pickled Cabbage shook her head, and Mi Rongxing came over and pulled her hand, "Little princess, think again, why do you know Miss Sima that you don't like? I treat you so well, so well, you But you don't remember me?"

Little Pickled Cabbage frowned suspiciously, as if it was inconceivable for Mi Rongxing to say that he "doesn't like Miss Sima".

"She only remembers some things before returning to the country, and seems to have forgotten everything after returning to the country." Ling Qiyang explained.

Ling Moxue nodded, "It's like this. She met Sister Qinghui in Paris, so she should have an impression of her." tqR1

Sima Qinghui, who had been resting her heart all the time, breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body loosened again.

She hugged Ling Qiyue's small shoulders affectionately, and said with a smile: "That's great, she still remembers me, no wonder she gave me pears."

Thankfully, she didn't try to test herself, but really treated herself well.

Mi Rongxing was so disappointed, the little princess he cared about and cared for all the time forgot him, and she was so affectionate to that annoying Sima Qinghui.

After dinner, Ling Jingchen bid farewell to go home, Ling Qiyue, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, looked up at him, put down the doll in her hand, slid down the sofa and took a red rose from the vase and handed it to him.

"Give it to me?" Ling Jingchen asked in surprise.

Ling Qiyue pointed at Sima Qinghui, Ling Jingchen smiled, "You want me to give it to Aunt Qinghui?"

Ling Qiyue nodded, Sima Qinghui saw this, a trace of surprise slid across her face, took the flowers and smiled slightly.

At this moment, she was both happy and worried. The happy thing was that the little sauerkraut didn't remember what happened this year, and the worry was that she would suddenly wake up one day.

Is there any way to make her lose her memory forever?

"Sauerkraut, do you want to play with your aunt?" She rolled her eyes and asked with a smile.

Ling Qiyue took Ling Moxue's hand and looked up at her mother.

Ling Moxue shook her head, "No, it's so late today, sauerkraut has just been discharged from the hospital, so I can't go out."

Ling Jingchen drove away, and Ling Qiyang took his sister's hand and asked, "Sauer, do you think that uncle likes Sima Qinghui very much, and then you want to help uncle catch her?"

Little Pickled Cabbage paused, then nodded.

Ling Qiyang shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "Let's go, Guoguo will accompany you upstairs, let's talk to grandparents, this way you will recover your memory soon."

Little Pickled Cabbage pulled out her little hand, walked to the sofa, hugged the doll and ignored people again.

Ling Moxue walked over to hug her, and said softly: "Baby, you don't remember your grandparents now, they are very sad, can you listen to them?"

Little Pickled Cabbage's eyes flicked around several times. During the past two days in the hospital, many people accompanied her. She also understood the relationship between grandpa, grandma, aunt, and uncle.

Nodding, she pointed to the stairs, and Ling Moxue happily carried her up the stairs and into her mother-in-law's room.

"Mom, Pickled Cabbage is here to chat with you."

Chen Yilan happily stood up from the dressing table immediately, hugged her and kissed her again and again, her voice choked up, "Baby, grandma's baby, you must speak quickly, grandma likes to hear your voice."

Sitting on the sofa, Gu Jincheng put down his book, "Don't be impatient, your child will feel more burdened when you are anxious, and it will be counterproductive. Take your time, let her accept us first, and the fear in her heart will disappear, and she will be fine when she is happy."

He has already called a well-known foreign expert. The expert said that as long as the frightened aphasia is provided with psychological counseling, and the family gets along with her more and cares about her, she will recover soon.

This precious granddaughter has always been timid and easily frightened. She only had a fever before, but this time she was aphasia, which shows that she was very nervous that day.

I felt nervous and scared, and then fainted from shock when I saw the big truck about to hit me...

"Come on, everyone sit on the sofa, Yangyang, come here too." Gu Jincheng beckoned, letting the pair of babies get closer to him.

Seeing that her daughter was sitting quietly on her mother-in-law's lap, Ling Moxue left in peace.

When I got to the study upstairs, I saw my husband turning on the computer, and hurriedly asked, "Husband, did you really see Sima Qinghui on the surveillance video?"