God even has a crush on me

Chapter 419
Han Ning'er frowned, and looked at him with unfriendly eyes, "Who are you?"

"Sister, I'm your brother, don't you remember me?" Bergamot couldn't believe it. He always knew that my sister had amnesia, but he didn't expect that after so many years, my sister's disease would recur.

I really forgot enough...

Han Ning'er shook her head blankly, "I don't remember."

"Eh...forget it." Bergamot gave up, and he chose not to contact people with amnesia, "Sister, Zazhi, I have already put him to sleep, you should go to bed earlier, good night."

Leaving aside the words, Bergamot left from the main entrance. It was rare for him to walk through the main entrance once.

Han Ning'er kept thinking about the name "Zahi", could it be her son?

Fang Chengjun came out with a glass of water, sat down beside her, and handed her the hot water, "Drink some water."

Han Ning'er looked up at his handsome face, and asked him curiously, "Does our son have an English name?"

"Zahi." Fang Chengjun returned.

"Zahi..." Han Ning'er murmured out the name, "Who chose it? What does it mean? It doesn't sound very good."

Fang Chengjun said in a deep voice: "The little devil took it just now, the implication is not important, but if you must know, it can be understood as the meaning of lighting."

Han Ning'er raised her eyebrows and said, "Why does our son have to be named by someone else in English, and it's so ugly!"

Fang Chengjun gently rubbed her face, and said softly: "Faas was born in a slum, the name he chose has his own reasons, and he is kind to our husband and wife, so he can't choose the baby's name too much."

"Huh...?" Han Ning'er was stunned, "Is that the boy just now?"

Fang Chengjun nodded.

"It sounds so complicated." Han Ning'er really couldn't figure it out, and didn't bother to think about it, her head was so dizzy, "Brother Cheng Jun, I want to sleep, my head is so dizzy."

"Drink the water first."

"Ah."

Han Ning'er drank a glass of water in one go.

Fang Chengjun picked up her princess, turned around and went upstairs.

Han Ning'er stared blankly at his perfect profile, her heart beating wildly.

Whether this guy should be so masculine will make her girlish heart boil.

Fang Chengjun suddenly lowered his head, and inadvertently met her spiritual eyes, she avoided shyly, and buried her little face in his arms.

The corners of Fang Chengjun's mouth twitched, she was already an old married couple, why was she so shy?

After going upstairs, Fang Chengjun put his wife on the bed lightly, and undressed her thoughtfully.

Han Ning'er sat obediently, and let him take off his coat, shoes and socks, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, this man is so gentle, almost caring for every detail.

After taking off her coat, Fang Chengjun let her lie down, and said softly, "You have just subsided your fever, go to bed first, and get up to take a bath tomorrow."

"Uh..." Han Ning'er grabbed his big hand and refused to let him leave, "Can I see our marriage certificate?"

"Okay." Fang Chengjun nodded, got up and walked to the table, and took out three red books from the drawer, two of which were bright red were marriage certificates, and the remaining dark red was the household registration book.

Fang Chengjun brought the three notebooks in front of her and handed them to her, "Look."

"Yeah!" Han Ning'er nodded, impatiently bringing over the three notebooks.

First of all, he opened one of the marriage certificates, which belonged to him, and it said——

Holder: Fang Chengjun

Registration date: May 20, 5XX

……

Another reads—

Holder: Han Ning'er

Registration date: May 20, 5XX

……

The last is the household registration book, the first page is Fang Chengjun's information, the second page is Han Ninger's information, and the last page is Fang Ziyou's information.

Han Ning'er's eyes finally stopped on Fang Ziyou's information.

Name: Fang Ziyou
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: November 20, 11XX

Han Ning'er unexpectedly discovered that her son's birthday was only one day away from her father's birthday.

"Brother Chengjun, your and Xiaobao's birthdays are so close!" Han Ninger said pleasantly.

Fang Chengjun put away the three notebooks and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

"Uh..." Han Ning'er paused. In fact, she was not sleepy, but dizzy. Let's listen to him. After reading these three notebooks, she was quite sure of what he said.

Her husband is called Fang Chengjun, that is, her brother Chengjun. Although she can't remember anything, as long as it is her brother Chengjun, nothing else matters.

"Brother Cheng Jun, good night." Han Ning'er closed her eyes obediently.

Fang Chengjun slowly lowered his face, kissed her cherry lips tenderly, "Good night."

After saying good night, Fang Chengjun quietly exited the bedroom, turned around and walked into the next door to his son's room.

The little one was already asleep, sleeping peacefully, and he was only like his mother when he was quiet.

Fang Chengjun covered Xiaobao with a quilt gently, kissed the little guy's forehead for the last time, then left, and finally turned off the light.

……

The next day.

Fang Chengjun originally thought that his wife would remember everything after waking up, but he was disappointed. The fact is cruel, she still couldn't remember anything.

Fang Ziyou sat steadfastly beside his mother, with his neck tilted, and Wu Ling's big eyes gleamed with grievance, fixedly staring at his mother's beautiful face with scars.

"Mom..." The little guy was so wronged that he was about to cry, "I am Fang Ziyou, my English name is Zahi, I am five years old, my birthday is November 11th, and my favorite food is durian mango lao made by my mother. The stories are Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Outlaws of the Marsh, my favorite anime is One Piece, and my favorite game is..."

The little guy talked a lot. He had never said so much before. Today, he went all out to let his mother think of him quickly.

It's a pity that Han Ning'er still didn't have a clue after hearing it.

"Xiaobao, I'm really sorry. I can't remember what you said." Han Ning'er could only apologize to his son with 100% sincerity.

Fang Ziyou tugged on his father's clothes anxiously, and said anxiously: "Dad, mother doesn't remember me, please help me quickly, I don't want to be forgotten by mother, woo woo woo..."

After speaking, he was aggrieved and cried, buried his little head in his father's arms, and cried into little tears.

Fang Chengjun hugged his son gently, and said softly: "Mom just forgot about us temporarily, and she will remember soon. Don't worry."

"But, but..." The little guy was still very worried, "What if Mom can't even remember?"

Fang Chengjun was overwhelmed by the question, what if Ning'er couldn't remember the father and son for the rest of his life?
Seeing that his father didn't speak, Fang Ziyou became even more anxious. He quickly got out of his father's arms and then into his mother's.

The small mouth flattened, and he begged aggrievedly: "Mom, I know I was wrong, can you quickly remember Zazhi, okay? As long as you remember Zazhi, I will obediently listen to my mother from now on, really!"

(End of this chapter)