Chapter 330

Mo Zhaoyun saw her like that, smiled spoiled, sat beside her and clenched her hand.

This time, Mrs. Smith went for a long time. Half an hour later, Mr. Smith came out. He looked at Mo Zhaoyun and Gong Waner. There was no expression on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mr. Smith, my name is mo, and this is my wife. I come here this time just to hope you can help me cure my wife's amnesia." Mo Zhaoyun said sincerely.

Mr. Smith looked at Mo Zhaoyun and said, "you should also know that I have 'washed my hands in a golden basin'."

"I know," Mo Zhaoyun said, "Nevertheless, we came. No matter how little hope there is, I will try. I also know that the reason why you stopped treating patients at the beginning is that your wife had amnesia. After you cured her, you thought you had spent all your luck on your wife, so you decided to give up the career you loved all your life." Mo Zhi told Mo Zhaoyun these things before he boarded the plane. He finally heard about them.

Mr. Smith heard this and looked at Mo Zhaoyun strangely. Where did he know this?

"So, sir, I hope you can help me see my wife. Because like you, I deeply hope that my wife can remember everything and those happy days. You also know how painful it will be when a person has no memory." Mo Zhaoyun said. Many times he saw Gong Waner standing in front of a decoration in the apartment, trying to think of something, but he often got nothing.

Although Gong Waner didn't know what Mo Zhaoyun said, he still silently held his hand while looking at his affectionate appearance.

Mr. Smith was shaken when he heard this. Just when he wanted to say something, Mrs. Smith next to him spoke--

"I also think you should see this little girl." she said, with some tears in her eyes, as if she thought of the past. She looked at Gong Waner again and smiled.

Hearing this, Mo Zhaoyun said, "Sir, I sincerely hope you can help me and my wife. Didn't you study this to help more people in need?"

"All right." Mr. Smith nodded and said, "but I don't think you should have too much hope. Because amnesia is often a disease that can't be solved by seeing a doctor. In your Chinese words, a heart disease needs a heart doctor."

With Mr. Smith's consent, Mo Zhaoyun was already very happy. As for whether he could be cured, that was later. He smiled and said to Mr. Smith, "thank you."

Mr. Smith smiled, nodded, looked at Gong Waner and said, "Miss, you've found a great gentleman."

Gong Waner couldn't understand it and was annoyed. Mo Zhaoyun looked at her, smiled, clenched her hand and said, "thank you."

Then Gong Waner followed Mr. Smith to his studio.

Mrs. Smith stayed in the living room to greet Mo Zhaoyun. Seeing that he was very nervous, she smiled and said, "don't worry."

Mo Zhaoyun nodded. It seemed that every time he met Gong Waner, he couldn't calm down.

"Do you know what your wife just told me?" Mrs. Smith asked.

Mo Zhaoyun wanted to know, so he said, "what?"

"She said it was her who was ill, but it was you who worked everywhere. She couldn't bear it," said Mrs. Smith.

Hearing this, Mo Zhaoyun was full of mixed feelings. He always felt that he should be kind to Gong Waner and never asked her to understand. However, Gong Waner loved him every time, which made him want to protect her better. If his protection had not been improper two years ago, their children would not have died and Gong Waner would not have disappeared, maybe she would not have lost her memory.

Mrs. Smith patted him on the shoulder like an elder and said, "during my illness, my husband, like you, was looking for a cure for me and taking care of my emotions carefully. Maybe it was because he saw that you were like this that he had a feeling of sympathy with each other, which broke the rule that he would no longer treat me."

"I'm really lucky," Mo Zhaoyun said, his eyes full of gratitude. In the mall, he is the powerful president of Mo's; here, he is just Gong Waner's husband, hoping that she can get back her memory as soon as possible, even though she will think of those bad things.

Mrs. Smith smiled and left the living room.

Mo Zhaoyun waited for two hours before Gong Waner came out. He took her, clenched her hand, and asked with concern, "how's it going?"

Gong Waner shook her head and looked at Mr. Smith behind her.

"Her condition is not very good. It's more serious than my wife's before. It may be that she has suffered major trauma and blocked her previous memory. In the final analysis, whether her memory can be restored depends on herself. Therefore, try to keep her happy, or take her to see places she used to go and meet people she used to see, which may make her happy Open your heart. It's a long-term project, "said Mr. Smith, with regret on his face.

After hearing the first sentence, Mo Zhaoyun was a little lost, but he didn't show it. He hooked his lips and said, "thank you anyway, Mr. Smith."

"Good luck. If you have anything to do later, you can come to me or call me," Mr. Smith said.

Mo Zhaoyun nodded, thanked again, and left with Gong Waner.

Gong Waner is led by Mo Zhaoyun. She can feel his unhappiness. She looked at Mo Zhaoyun and asked, "Zhaoyun, will I never recover my memory?"

"No." Mo Zhaoyun smiled and comforted Gong Waner. No matter how much he pays, he will certainly restore her memory. Mr. Smith said that to make Gong Waner open his heart, all he had to do was make her feel more love. By then, it should be done.

Gong Waner looked at Mo Zhaoyun and felt a little unhappy. It seemed that he was dragging Mo Zhaoyun down. She gently hugged him and said, "Zhao Yun, why don't we stop treating? I'll stay by your side."

"Wan'er, it doesn't matter. Just let it be." Mo Zhaoyun stroked Gong Wan'er's back and said.

let nature take its course? Maybe I'll never remember.

In order not to let Mo Zhaoyun continue to worry about himself, Gong Waner nodded, then left Mo Zhaoyun's arms and said, "let's go."

Mo Zhaoyun smiled and led Gong Waner away from the Smiths' garden and returned to Berlin.

……

That afternoon, Mo Zhaoyun and Gong Waner walked hand in hand in the streets of Berlin.

Although Gong Waner has traveled many places, this is the first time she has traveled with Mo Zhaoyun since she can remember, so she has a different mood and instantly forgot her unhappiness in the morning.

Mo Zhaoyun was in a good mood when she saw her smile. He clenched her hand and asked, "where do you want to go?"

Gong Waner shook his head. As long as he was with Mo Zhaoyun, it didn't seem to matter where he went.

"I thought of it." Mo Zhaoyun suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Where?"

Before Mo Zhaoyun's response, Gong Waner had been dragged away by him. After a short walk, Mo Zhaoyun and Gong Waner appeared in a camera shop.

Gong Waner saw the camera inside through the glass door and asked, "what are you doing here?"

"We didn't bring a camera to Berlin. Now buy one and go," said Mo Zhaoyun, who had already taken Gong Waner in.

Ten minutes later, they came out with a camera in their hands.

Gong Waner still didn't understand and asked, "why do you buy a camera?"

"Night, from now on, you are my model." Mo Zhaoyun smiled and said.

what?

Mo Zhaoyun wants to take a picture?

Gong Waner is a professional photographer.

Gong Waner looked at Mo Zhaoyun with her chest in her hands. She looked incredulous and said, "will you?" now, she can finally "despise" Mo Zhaoyun.

"Don't forget, I can meet you at the photography competition." Mo Zhaoyun said, and he had already taken Gong Waner away.

They shuttled through the streets of Berlin, and Gong Waner became the most beautiful scenery in Mo Zhaoyun's eyes. He kept such a beautiful moment with his camera.

After playing for two or three hours, Gong Waner was a little tired, so they sat down in a cafe.

Gong Waner looked at the photos in the camera. She was either moving or static, or facing or sideways, or half body or whole body. Each of herself seemed to melt into the scenery behind her, which made her narcissistic.

"How's it going? Isn't it good?" Mo Zhaoyun smiled proudly.

How can Gong Waner make Mo Zhaoyun happy? She collected the emotion on her face, gently put down the camera and said, "it's normal."

Mo Zhaoyun looked at Gong Waner's stiff mouth and couldn't bear to expose her. He just smiled and held Gong Waner's waist.

Gong Waner looked around the coffee shop, looked at the people coming and going outside, thought of the good time in the afternoon, and suddenly gave birth to attachment. She took a sip of coffee and pretended to inadvertently ask, "when shall we go back?"

go back?

Mo Zhaoyun really didn't think about it. Knowing that Gong Waner had a good time, he asked, "don't you want to go?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Gong Waner nodded and said, "a little."

Mo Zhaoyun kissed the corner of Gong Waner's mouth and said, "then we won't go back for the time being. I can accompany you well at this time."

"What?" Gong Waner stared at Mo Zhaoyun and said, "No."

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Smith didn't say he wanted you to keep a good mood." besides, he didn't want Gong Waner to go back to face those familiar and unfamiliar things. He might as well have a good time outside.