Chapter 684

In a corner of the Imperial City, Yiwei Yifu is having an unusual family dinner.

In the glass room on the second floor, Mu Huahong, a middle-aged man, was lying quietly. He kept smelling the smell of aloes at the tip of his nose. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight up.

One second.

Two seconds.

His eyes are so open, a drop of tears quietly down the corner of his eyes, there is nothing but boundless emptiness and despair.

He woke up.

He remembered everything.

The doctor in his white coat stood beside him with a heavy face and looked down at him. "Third Master, do you remember me?"

At the beginning, he was the one who washed the memory of Mu Huahong. There were few people in the world who could have this ability. After finishing the work for the Mu family, he retired completely under the command of the Mu master.

I didn't expect that the new decision maker of the herdsman Ying Hannian found him.

Ask him to restart Mu Huahong's memory.

If Mu Huahong's memory has been locked for nearly 30 years, this aloes wood fan is the key, which has been kept by him. He once thought that it would never be opened again.

“……”

Mu Huahong still lay there, motionless.

Downstairs, the dishes on the table have not dissipated the heat, Phoenix wings carved lifelike, especially beautiful, restaurant lighting with a hazy feeling. Lin Yi sat there, quietly watching the movement in the glass room. She turned her eyes to see Ying Hannian beside him. There was no expression on his chiseled, angular face, but only one pair of dark eyes, so deep that it was impossible to explore what he was thinking

.

Suddenly, he held her hand tightly, and Lin Yi was stunned. Then he saw that all the people sitting on the table stood up one by one and looked up in amazement.

She quickly turned her head to see that Mu Huahong stood up with the help of the doctor, unsteady and tottering.

Lin Yi stood up from the table and looked at it quietly. Ying Hannian stood up with her.

The faces of the people were different.

The door of the glass room was opened, and the doctor helped Mu Huahong step by step out. Mu Huahong seemed to have really experienced an operation. His steps were soft and his face was pale.

As he went down the next step, his eyes were in a trance, and he saw the stairs of the shepherd's house.

At that time, he just wanted to run up the stairs and find Ying Yongxi. As a result, he didn't even finish the stairs

Why can't he walk the stairs that are not long?

Mu Xianquan saw that he looked abnormal and rushed up, "father! Ying Hannian, what did you do to your father? I will never let you go if there is something wrong with my father! "

Mu Xianquan's voice calls back Mu Huahong's unreal look. He sees the stairs at his feet.

Black wood.

It's totally different from the herdsman's.

It should be a cold year.

Cold year.

Mu Huahong slowly raised his face, leaped over Mu Xianquan with one eye, and looked straight at Ying Hannian. Ying Hannian stood there, his face cold, his black eyes staring at him, as if he thought of it.

Ying Han is not exactly like him or Ying Yongxi, but combines their looks perfectly.

Why didn't he notice that before.

Why don't you ever look at this face.

His son.

His blood and her blood coagulated into blood

"Then if there is a child, I'll knock him out? Don't let him delay your work. "

She once said that she didn't want a child, but she still gave birth to the child and took care of it by herself

He forgot everything. He forgot what he said he wanted to take care of the children. He even forgot her.

Looking at Mu Huahong's eyes, Lin Yi took a look at Ying Hannian. She knew that Mu Huahong had remembered everything. That kind of eyes made her vaguely understand how sad the forgotten past was.

"Why is it called Hannian?"

Mu Huahong ignored others, just looked at Ying Hannian and looked at him.

It's like looking at a very distant person.

Ying Hannian looked at him, without any emotion at the bottom of his eyes, and uttered coldly every word, "all seasons of the year are like winter."

It's all like winter.

What a cold winterMu Huahong went down, his eyes full of holes. He stepped on one foot, but the doctor didn't help him. He fell down the stairs.

He just fell to the ground and gradually curled up. A moment later, he gave a low roar.

And then, it's heart splitting.

"Ah --"

Shivering, broken, helpless, crazy.

Lin Yi listened, his skin tingled.

The crowd gathered around him, and Mu Huahong fell there in a state of embarrassment and pity. There was no scenery of the Third Master of the Mu family.

"Father, father!"

Mu Xianquan was very anxious.

Gu Ruo sat in a wheelchair, listening to Mu Huahong '.

"Third brother?"

Mu Lan walks over and looks at Mu Huahong in amazement. The man in front of him suddenly seems to be different.

Ying Hannian let go of Lin Yi's hand. In Lin Yi's dismay, he pushed aside Mu Lan and went straight to Mu Huahong. He squatted down, grabbed his collar and sat up strongly.

Mu Xianquan shouts anxiously, and is held down by Jiang Qixing.

Mu Huahong sat there with his back bent and his red eyes looking at Ying Hannian, full of despair and regret.

"Who killed my mother? Who else played the role in that play? Make it clear to me

Ying Hannian asked harshly.

He wants Mu Huahong to recover his memory just to find out who the enemy is hiding behind the scenes!

“……”

Who killed them?

Yongxi.

His Yongxi

Mu Huahong's eyes stagnated, and suddenly seemed to react. He pressed Ying Hannian's firm arm, stood up from the ground with difficulty, turned and looked at a place.

Mu Huakang and Mu Lan let go at the same time.

Gu Ruo was sitting quietly in the wheelchair, and saw Mu Huahong look over. Her eyes were like a blade. She said, "I didn't kill her."

Mu Huahong stood unsteadily, relying on a hand on Ying Hannian's body. He looked at Gu Ruo and said, "Xianquan, I'm dizzy. You go to the car and get the medicine for me."

Take the medicine?

Mu Xianquan was stunned. He looked at Mu Huahong and Gu Ruo. His brow was wrinkled. He answered "yes" and went out.

Mu Huahong struggled to go to Gu Ruo. Suddenly he reached out and held Gu ruo's neck. He stared at her with low eyes, and the anger under his eyes gradually gathered, "dare you say it's not you? How did you get to the position of the third lady of the herdsman? Did you forget? "

Gu Ruo, sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly choked her neck and raised her whole face. Her delicate make-up couldn't hide her paleness. She laughed. "What, are you going to kill me? Mu Huahong, I'm your wife. I've been with you for decades. I gave birth to two sons for you. What's Yongxi? She's just a dancer in the street of life and death, a prostitute and a girl who can do everything by herself