After Getting Amnesia, I Accused My Gong of Trying to Steal Our Children

    When Mu Cangzhou walked back to the bedroom again, Jingman had changed into soft and comfortable home clothes.

    He leaned on the bed to brush the terminal, and he looked relaxed and soft.

    In fact, he didn't read anything.

    I just don't read anything at this time, my heart seems to be jumping out of my chest.

    He moved to the side to make room for Mu Cangzhou.

    Seeing him undress with his back to himself, the smooth muscle lines on his back, Jingman's breath is warm, his eyes are moist, he is a little embarrassed.

    Mu Cangzhou lay down, looked sideways at Jingman, grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

    After a while, he said softly, "Full, I really don't know where to start. What do you want to hear?"

    "Um..." Jingman thought for a while and decided to ask himself what he cared about the most first.

    Jing Man: "Brother Mu, please tell me how the children came. I have always been curious about how our two genes gave birth to six cubs of different races."

    Mu Cangzhou nodded, his long and thick eyelashes beating.

    Think about it.

    If he loses his memory and there are inexplicably six more cubs on the bed, he will also be confused.

    It's really amazing that Jing Man can hold back for so long without taking the initiative to ask questions.

    His eyes were dark, his eyes lingered on Jingman's face, and his voice trembled to tell the truth: "You have lost your memory."

    In Jingman's puzzled eyes, he continued: "Our souls have traveled to six different worlds before, and the body used in each world is different. Eggs bred from the body genes of this world..."

    So complicated?

    Jing Man frowned, puzzled: "Then why did Dr. Lin detect that the genes of the father and mother of the cubs are the same."

    If you use a body from another world to breed eggs, then the genes should be different, right?

    "Oh, this." Mu Cangzhou smiled lowly: "It's nothing more than a problem of gene expression. Our bodies in Kuai Chuan World are constructed with original genes."

    So...that makes sense.

    Jingman nodded.

    He continued to ask: "Then why do I have amnesia?"

    Mu Cangzhou nodded and shook his head: "I don't think you have amnesia, you just hid some memories."

    "You are not acting like the twenty-year-old you described to me before. But our system didn't bring it back, and there's no way to detect it."

    It turns out that every time Jingman mentioned his youth, he regarded that time as a black history.

    "By the way, what's the matter with the system and the quick wear." Jing Man raised his eyebrows in doubt, and asked with his arms folded.

    Mu Cangzhou: "This is more complicated. In 3020, we didn't know each other. In 3032, when the Kuaichuan Bureau landed on the Sky Blue Star, we were the first batch of Kuaichuan volunteers. acquaintances…”

    "Stop." Jing Man interrupted him, sitting upright and strangely said: "I just graduated from college then? How did you meet you, Chief Mu?"

    Mu Cangzhou seriously recalled.

    After all, this was more than ten years ago, and I don't remember the details clearly.

    After a while, he opened his mouth and said: "You are using the identity of Jing Hanyang's son. Your father was the mayor of Tianhu District at that time, and he is qualified to participate in Kuaichuan."

    "Oh, he got a promotion!" Jing Man smiled and asked curiously, "Then what happened to my mother? Has Xiuyan Daily Chemical covered the world?"

    Mu Cangzhou thought for a while, then shook his head: "You never mentioned her."

    Join what Yan Xiuer is doing now.

    Mu Cangzhou guessed that she was either framed in jail or engaged in other things that hurt her heart, and he couldn't find this person in his heart.

    "Is that so..." Jingman thought about it too much, and continued to ask: "What the **** is fast wearing, is it fun?"

    Mu Cangzhou touched his head: "The first world is in the realm of dragons. Sather came from there, our task is to protect him, nurture him, let the embroidery thread Dragon, the dragon family, don't disappear..."

    The two cuddled together and talked all night.

    If you ask, I will answer.

    Jing Man analyzed it, and everything Mu Cangzhou said should be true.

    Anyway, all the details of the first world fit perfectly with the blank picture book that appeared in his dream.

    But somehow, these things just filled his ears, as if he was listening to someone else's story.

    The album did not have a profound impact on him, and it was easier for him to accept.

    When he heard the next three worlds, Jingman began to be a little lack of interest, bored and stepped on Mu Cangzhou's thigh.

    Mu Cangzhou noticed this, reached out to grab his feet, and asked in a low voice, "Full, are you sleepy?"

    "Yeah." Jing Man nodded vigorously, trying to pull his foot back.

    But Brother Mu is very strong, and it is difficult for him to succeed.

    With a smile in his eyes, Mu Cangzhou asked, "Then let's pause for a while, and I'll tell you when you want to know. Go to sleep first."

    Jing Man nodded, closed his eyes obediently, and pretended to be asleep.

    When Mu Cangzhou was telling the story, he told the mission of Kuaichuan and everything that happened, but he deliberately omitted the change in the relationship between the two.

    No other reason.

    When he finished talking about the first world, he observed.

    The emotion in Jing Man's eyes is still listening to the story, it doesn't look like he is integrated into it.

    Since Jingman didn't substitute, then if he told his love anecdote with the former "Jingman", it would definitely not help his current relationship.

    He rolled over, buried his head on Jingman's shoulder and neck, and closed his eyes.

    He prayed earnestly, hoping that he would be full of thoughts quickly, hurry up, hurry up.

     That night, Jingman had another dream.

    In the dream, he returned to the landscape world where the blank picture album existed.

    He reluctantly smiled and turned the huge page with difficulty.

    I was pleasantly surprised to find that the blurred and damaged images of the first world have been completed.

    But when he pressed his hand on the page, there was no response, and the album did not **** him in.

    For some reason this time, he can only be regarded as a person who reads picture albums, not a person who acts in movies.

    Jing Man guessed the subtitles that the picture might match, and stumbled through the world.

    Flip back, and the story of the second world begins.

    The Forest of Trees sounds like a greenery, with tall and straight trees all over the mountains and plains.

    When Jingman put his hand on it with confidence, he found that the story of this world could not enter.

    He frowned and turned over half of the album, and found that the picture hardly changed.

    It's all trees, looking horizontally as separate branches, and vertically as thick trunks.

    However, he could tell the difference between the trees, and there were two trees that appeared very frequently, almost on every page.

    It should be him and Brother Mu.

    Two trees will use branches to support the saplings, arrange the surrounding natural environment, and occasionally water, in short, slowly make the saplings grow strong.

    But every few pages will change a small sapling, I really don't understand.

    Until a certain page, they suddenly turned from a 100% tree into a wooden humanoid like the branch is now, with a flower branch of the same length as the body dragging behind them.

    Jing Man squinted his eyes to distinguish.

    My own is a peach blossom branch with slender willow leaves, just like the flowers on the branches.

    The double-petaled peach blossoms are very gorgeous, as beautiful as pink clouds.

    Brother Mu's flower... he doesn't know what species it is.

    Anyway, they are small white flowers, not dazzling, small and dense.

    Standing beside the red and green self, looking a little miserable.

    The tree person with his own face and the tree person with Mu Ge’s face eat and live together, it looks a bit strange, but it is logical.

    Jingman turned a few pages, and the paintings were all of them. He said in his heart, "It would be great if there were subtitles. This album doesn't even have inscriptions, so it's lonely to see."

    However, turning to the next page, he gasped.

    Peach Blossom's eyes widened with shyness and anticipation, and her cheeks quickly turned red.

    It turned out that the two treemen suddenly became entangled. Clumsy kissing, clumsy intimacy, clumsy indescribable...

    The flowering branches are also twisted with each other because of their emotions, and pollinate towards each other.

    The two treemen who looked very cold, began to be indescribable.

      !

    Ahhhh!

    Fortunately, I didn't get sucked in, or else I would immerse myself in eating yellow-fleshed watermelon, which would be too embarrassing for my wife.

    Jingman quickly closed the album, pretending that nothing happened.

    He has never seen Brother Mu in real life...

    The original indescribable thing is, is it like that? very nice…

    Om, so exciting…

    It is in my mind now, and there is no one around.

    Jing Man blushed, hugged his head and shrank into a ball, rolling all over the floor, that image couldn't be dissipated in his mind for a long time.

    He wants to wake up now and get out of this "unclean" world right now.

    But when I think about waking up, I probably rolled into Brother Mu's arms again, the skin of the two was close to each other, and I could hear the shallow breathing...

    He doesn't know what to do.

    After a long time, Jingman finally calmed down.

    He admonished himself: "I haven't seen the world in the back... I quickly turn over and it should be fine."

    So... he read the whole set of pictures of the second world half shyly and half expectantly.

    The third world finally arrived, and the scene was opened with anticipation.

    The picture book suddenly closed by himself, and he was also expelled from the landscape world.

    As soon as he woke up, Mu Cangzhou's voice came from his ear: "Full, what's wrong? You are so hot, you don't have a fever, right?"

    "No, no." Unexpectedly, the body was also affected by the album, Jingman immediately noticed that something indescribable was very spiritual, so he quietly bowed and tried to hide.

    As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a sweet taste in his throat.

     Hearing this voice, Mu Cangzhou's throat rolled.

    With a complicated look in the corners of her eyes, she reached into the quilt: "Let me see if you really have a fever."

    Jing Man grabbed his hand quickly, blushing, he didn't know why he did this.

    He said embarrassedly: "I may have a fever and I am thirsty. If I want to drink water, Brother Mu will help me pour it!"

     Guessing his thoughts, Mu Cangzhou laughed softly.

    He helped Jingman tuck up the quilt and asked, "Okay, you need to sweat a lot if you have a fever, do you want to take a hot bath first?"

    "Huh?" Jingman didn't react for a while.

    It wasn't until Brother Mu came over and nibbled on his lips before he embarrassedly said, "Yes, it makes sense, then you go out first, I'll take a shower."

     Walking out of the bedroom, Mu Cangzhou was so happy that he was about to take off.

    I thought this little conscience didn't feel anything after listening to so many stories.

    As a result...he woke up to another great news!

    Thinking of what Jingman might do now, his heart beat faster and his throat was so dry that he ran to drink a lot of water before he recovered.

    Look at the time, it's five in the morning.

    We have to go to the egg breeding base for a meeting in a while.

    Mu Cangzhou stood up, opened a crack in the microclimate room, and observed what his sons were doing now.

    Xiaojin was lying in the gems nest drunk and dreaming, coiled up in a ball, if you read it correctly, a few metal feathers were born on the wings.

    Zhizhi and the bear lie on the soft soil in a big shape, with eyes closed, feeling the caress of artificial sunlight.

    Fanfan sleeps on the tree trunk, with four or five trays of rabbit meat beside it, it seems that he has harvested a lot from hunting.

    Xiao Shui lay on his back on the sea, only he was awake. As soon as I pushed the door, I felt it, and my eyes were especially cold.

    Seeing this, Mu Cangzhou frowned. Is this Resha really teaching how to control the indiscriminate release of petrified eyes?

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