Chapter 1777

During the meal, Fang Jiamei kept thinking about things. She didn't talk as much as before, but she didn't adapt.

Mo Yi Heng raises Mou to look at her, the eyeground is tiny a dark, "still think of him?"

Fang Jiamei looked back at him and said, "hmm?"

"That Zi Cong, what do you like about him?" Mo Yiheng has something to eat.

It seems that this man is not a good thing for her to fall in love at the age of 17.

Fang Jiamei looked at his tense face and couldn't help bending her lips, but she soon recovered. She put down her chopsticks and thought seriously, "he is very talented. He can take care of me and accompany me."

So, I like it.

Mo Yiheng listened to her serious words, frowned, looked at her some speechless, "you know what you say, can you do it for other men?"

How do you like that?

Fang Jiamei held her chin in her hands, with a trace of melancholy on her face, "yes, but at that time, only Zicong appeared, so it was called fate."

Mo Yiheng's eyes sank slightly. He put down his chopsticks and leaned back in the chair. "What about me?"

What is he?

Fang Jiamei saw that his face was very bad. She lowered her eyes and said with a smile, "actually I don't know what I like about Zicong. When he's here, my life may be a little fuller. When he's gone, there seems to be no change. Without me, he may not die... "

She is very remorseful, very guilty, because she let Zicong leave the world.

Mo Yi Heng picked to pick eyebrow, facial expression Yin turns fine, "actually you like to him, just depend on."

He can feel that Fang Jiamei has more guilt about Zi Cong.

That's why I like him when I lose my memory, isn't it?

If you really love him, how can you forget.

Fang Jiamei didn't speak, and her eyes were low.

She seldom thinks about things.

Live free and unrestrained.

Mo Yiheng cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. She came to her aunt these days. It's not convenient for her to touch the cold water.

Looking at her lying on the sofa in a daze, Mo Yiheng went to pick her up and sat on her lap, holding her on the sofa, "what are you thinking?"

Fang Jiamei leaned on his shoulder. They had already done a very natural act of intimacy like this.

Fiddling with her nails, Fang Jiamei sighed softly, "did I tell you about my mother?"

Mo Yiheng nodded: "a little bit."

Fang Jiamei bent her lips and said in a soft voice, "my mother is very beautiful. Do you know? She was only seventeen when she met my father, and my father was in his forties, seventeen In our small village, people will smash eggs when they go out. "

Puppy love is nothing, but puppy love and an age difference so big people, and even make a big stomach, will certainly be others gossip.

Mo Yiheng listened to her quietly and took a blanket to cover her.

"My father lied to my mother that he would come back to pick her up when he went home and told her, but after my father left, my mother found out that she was pregnant." Fang Jiamei rubbed on his shoulder, and her eyes were sour. "My grandfather thought that my mother had ruined the family tradition, and drove my mother out regardless of my grandmother's opposition. She dropped out of school and worked alone to make money, and gave birth to me."

"But not long after I was born, my grandmother passed away. Everyone thought it was my birth that killed my grandmother. I didn't like my mother and me very much." Fang Jiamei said, could not help but shed tears, buried in his arms do not want him to see.