Chapter 890

But how can she be happy when she can't remember what happened?

"Lady, check out." A table of guests waved at her.

Confused, she took back her hand on her chin and went over with a meal order. She smiled and said, "just call me Qiqi."

She and he Jiajun haven't married yet, so they call her the boss's wife. She always thinks it's strange.

And I don't know if it's because she can't remember what happened before. He Jiajun feels like a big brother who has taken care of her for weeks. It's not like what he said about intimacy between lovers.

That's why every time he Jiajun mentioned to her about going to church to get married in the past three years, she used all kinds of excuses and reasons to put off the past.

It's not that she doesn't trust he Jiajun, but the lack of previous memory will make her panic.

That kind of feeling is very bad. She doesn't know who she is or what happened. She remembers anything about her and he Jiajun.

So it's irresponsible to marry him in such a situation.

She doesn't want to!

She wants to wait for her illness to be cured and everything to come back to her mind. It's not too late to enter into marriage with him with a "complete and perfect" self.

But she was afraid that she could not remember anything in her life, so it was even more unfair for he Jiajun.

"Seven seven beauties." When the female guest shoved her to her, she stood up and smirked at her, and said, "I don't know when I can get the happy candy from you and the handsome boss?"

Muqiqi hangs her head and counts money. She looks embarrassed. She doesn't know how to answer every time she faces the concern of her neighbors.

"Seven, serve." Just then, the curtain of the kitchen was lifted, and he Jiajun, wearing a white chef's suit, put his head out.

Muqiqi said to the guests welcome to come again next time, and then took the opportunity to run away.

Put the delicate dish in her hand, and the man smiled softly, "are you tired?"

Muqiqi shook his head. "Not tired."

"I'll stop when I'm tired. I'll come here busy myself."

"I know." With a smile, she said, carrying the plate towards the guest.

However, the eyes that followed her closely flashed a little sadness.

For three years, this stolen happiness made him happy and cautious. He was afraid that one day she would remember all of them. What would she think of him?

Would you hate him?

"Boss, what are you looking at? Hurry to cook!" Some guests urged him. He was so lost that he was back to his senses. He smiled awkwardly and quickly got into the kitchen.

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Cloud City.

"Mo Chenyu!" The handsome face of the man was cold.

The door of the room on the second floor creaked and opened, and the little boy with a long and tall face came out of it.

"Come down!"

"Why fight with classmates?" The man has a headache and looks at the smelly boy. He is angry.

Recently, I don't know what's the matter. I have been quarreling with my classmates for three days and two ends. The teacher's phone calls are coming home.

"No reason."

The six-year-old has learned to be stubborn, especially when he lied to him three years ago that Mommy would come back soon after she went to work abroad.

After three years of no news, the little guy's temper became more and more strange. He never had a good face to talk to his father.