"Isn't this what I see on TV? After amnesia, another impact can bring back the previous memory."

"How many bloody TV dramas have you watched, and you still believe them?"

Mo Wenchu ​​felt quite helpless. She and he had not lost their memory at all, so how could they talk about getting their past memories back?

"Forget it if you don't have it," Shao Xuan curled his lips, poured a glass of water for Mo Wenchu ​​and handed it to her hand, "Where is the God of Return? Has the car overturned?"

"..." Mo Wenchu ​​raised her hand to cover her forehead, pretending to be in pain, "It hurts, it hurts!"

Shao Xuan immediately stood up and came to Mo Wenchu ​​nervously, "Where does it hurt? I'll call the doctor over now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wenchu ​​suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm, "Shao Xuan, I'm so miserable and you still have the nerve to laugh at me."

Shao Xuan pursed his thin lips and sat down helplessly, "You are not much better. You can still joke at this time."

The two people's faces regained their seriousness, and Mo Wenchu ​​looked out the window solemnly, "Who do you think is going to harm me? Do you know the past events, do you have any doubts in your mind?"

Shao Xuan thought for a while, "Your sister."

"Mo Ziyao?" Mo Wenchu ​​thought carefully, "She does seem suspicious, but I don't think it's her."

"Why?"

"After I returned to China, the police found me and asked me about the accident two years ago. I told the police the person I was most suspicious of. During this time, the police had been observing Mo Ziyao. Even if she had

No matter how brave she is, she wouldn’t dare to do bad things under the eyes of the police, so I don’t think it’s her.”

After thinking for a moment, Mo Wenchu ​​told Shao Xuan her analysis.

Shao Xuan nodded slowly, "Then it is indeed impossible for her to commit crimes against the wind, but was it really her who was in the car accident two years ago?"

"She is the most suspect."

"With a sister like this, no wonder you reminded me to pay attention to my brother." Shao Xuan recalled that Mo Wenchu ​​reminded him that he was also in the hospital, but times have changed, and many changes have happened in just two years.

"Really? I don't even remember." Mo Wenchu, who was very good at acting, said calmly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Wenchu's cell phone placed on the table vibrated twice.

I clicked on it and saw that it was a message from my friends——

"Wenchu, how are you?" - Su Mo

"Old Mo, I just saw the news. Please reply to me immediately after seeing this news." - Zhang Qingyi

“Is the injury serious?”——David

Looking at this text, Mo Wenchu ​​could imagine the anxious looks of these three people while typing.

So I used my wrist, which was still a little swollen, to type a few words on the phone.

"Mild concussion, the injury is not serious, don't worry."

After replying to the message, Mo Wenchu ​​clicked on the hot search and found that her name once again topped the list.

Someone took a photo of the car accident scene. The car was leaning on the ramp and brightly colored plastic guardrails were scattered around. The photo looked very impactful.

Fans in the comment area are nervously concerned about Mo Wenchu's situation, and many are praying that nothing will happen to her.

[I have liked Wenchu ​​for two years. I only saw this work when "First Love" was released. When I saw it, it was already tagged as Mo Wenchu's posthumous work. I was really happy when Wenchu ​​showed up a few days ago. I didn't expect it to be short.

In just a few days, Wenchu ​​had another accident. Wenchu, don’t let me lose you for the second time]

[Pray, pray! Don’t let anything happen to my beautiful and kind-hearted big sister!]

【Mo Wenchu, we don’t want to lose you a second time!】

…

There were many similar kind messages, and Mo Wenchu's eyes felt a little sour when she looked at these comments.

Shao Xuan saw her solemn expression, so he secretly glanced at the content on the phone screen. After sparring, he sighed and said, "Your fans' mood has been like a roller coaster recently. You'd better explain the situation quickly to avoid letting them worry again."

Worry."

Mo Wenchu ​​immediately logged into her social account, edited a line of text and sent it out.

"The injury is minor, don't worry."

A few simple words finally calmed the fans' emotions.

Although it was only a mild concussion, the hospital recommended that Mo Wenchu ​​rest at home for a week.

Mo Wenchu ​​did not want to delay the progress of the crew and insisted on returning to the crew to continue filming. However, Shao Xuan and Xiang Wenyu both said that if they saw her on the crew within a week, they would go on strike directly.

Mo Wenchu ​​had no choice but to give up.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, Mo Wenchu ​​originally wanted to go back to the hotel, but Gu Jue called her instead.

"Go back to Haicheng and rest. I want to see someone at home before evening."

With a domineering command tone, Mo Wenchu ​​rolled her eyes and stuffed her phone back into her pocket, "Dream!"

But as soon as he stepped into the hotel, two men in black suits suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Miss Mo, Mr. Gu asked us to remind you..."

"Okay!" Looking at the confused assistant, Mo Wenchu ​​waved her hands impatiently, "I understand."

Going directly past them and going upstairs, Mo Wenchu ​​spent half an hour simply packing her luggage, and then reluctantly headed to the airport.

When the plane landed, Mo Wenchu ​​received another message from Gu Jue. This time, it was the address of her new home.

The villa is located on the west coast of Haicheng. After passing through most of the city, the car finally stopped at the door of the villa.

Mo Wenchu ​​looked at the scenery in the courtyard and entered the living room under the guidance of the servant.

"Madam, your husband has specifically told you that you need to recover from your injuries, so you should eat an extra light diet these days."

After introducing the layout of the home, the servant smiled and said to Mo Wenchu.

Mo Wenchu ​​raised her eyebrows, "It's really surprising."

"what did you say?"

"It's nothing. You go downstairs. I'll sleep in the bedroom for a while. Gu Jue will come back and call me later."

Mo Wenchu ​​opened the bedroom door and walked in.

The large bedroom is dominated by black, white and gray, and is cold and devoid of any fireworks.

After entering the bathroom and taking a comfortable bath, Mo Wenchu ​​lay directly on the bed, feeling increasingly sleepy under the dim light.

When I woke up, it was already early morning the next day.

Mo Wenchu ​​was already hungry and sleepy and went downstairs. Mo Wenchu ​​sat in front of breakfast and ate breakfast. After a cup of coffee, her mind finally became clearer.

Slowly raising her eyes to look at the servant on the side, Mo Wenchu ​​asked in confusion, "Didn't Gu Jue come back last night?"

"Sir, he didn't come back last night."

"Damn liar." Mo Wenchu ​​secretly gritted her teeth and vented all her anger on the bread.

Although the villa was large in size and had complete facilities, Mo Wenchu ​​couldn't arouse the slightest interest in it.
Chapter completed!