Ling Mohan's eyes were cold, he bent his knees to sit at the table, his eyes fell on the milky white fish soup in the bowl in front of him.

The knuckles of fingers picked up the spoon and fiddled with the fish soup in the bowl. He wanted to blurt out "Nothing but a stranger."

But he opened his thin lips several times, only to find the word stranger, and he couldn't say it at all.

After a long time, he returned four words: "A friend."

His calm answer made Mrs. Ling's expression instantly change.

Mrs. Ling approached the first two steps and asked, "Friend? Mo Han, why did I never know that you still have a female friend?"

Mrs. Ling's tone was tense and urgent, and Ling Mohan naturally noticed it.

He did not answer her question, but looked at Mrs. Ling indifferently, and said, "I have my own private life. I don't need to report everything to you, right?"

Mrs. Ling moved for a while, and smiled stiffly.

"Yes, Mo Han, it's my mother who has too much control, but my mother is also thinking about you, for fear that you might be used by others if you make bad friends."

There was something in Mrs. Ling's words, and Ling Mohan naturally heard it.

He faintly replied: "I have my own measures."

Mrs. Ling knew him, knew that he was cold-tempered and talked less, and did not continue to ask about this matter.

After receiving her emotions, she stared at the fish soup on the table and urged: "Okay, Mo Han, don't talk about it, hurry up and drink the fish soup. Mom will stew it by herself. It will be good for your body recovery. ."

Ling Mohan did not move. When he mentioned his physical condition, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Mrs. Ling's eyes.

"The scar on my face and the physical injury some time ago were caused. Can you tell me now?"

A month ago.

Ling Mohan woke up in this room.

At that time, he suffered multiple burns and fractures on his body, even his consciousness was chaotic, and his mind was blank.

The first person he saw after waking up was Mrs. Ling.

Mrs. Ling looked at him with concern, asked about his injuries, and asked the doctor to come home to treat him.

But until now, he can't remember anything about the past.

He didn't even know how he was seriously injured a month ago.

And Mrs. Ling told him that when he was better, she would tell him.

At this moment, Mrs. Ling and Ling Mohan looked at each other, and her heart was slightly flustered.

But she didn't dodge her eyes at all, and said calmly: "Mo Han, you were too stubborn before. You offended some people. You were accidentally calculated, so you got hurt."

"Where did I get hurt?"

Regarding Ling Mohan's questioning, Mrs. Ling did not hesitate to say: "In the western suburbs of Jiangcheng, in another courtyard of our Ling family, as for whom you offended, Mom really doesn't know.

After all, you kid often didn't listen to me before. I only found out after you had an accident. At that time, my mother's whole heart was caught, for fear that something might happen to you. "

Having said that, Mrs. Ling seemed to be very sad when she thought of the scene where Ling Mohan was injured.

Ling Mohan's eyes moved slightly, and he moved away from the sharp gaze that was staring at Mrs. Ling.

Although in his heart, he couldn't remember any feelings for the woman in front of him.

But he had to admit that since he woke up, this mother had treated him well.

"I want to see the Bieyuan in the western suburbs."

Mrs. Ling didn't hesitate for a while: "Of course you can. When the time comes, Mom will let Yu Jie take you."

"Ok."

Ling Mohan scooped a spoon of fish soup into his mouth, but as soon as he touched his lips, he smelled an unpleasant smell.

He put down the spoon and lost his appetite.

"I still want to know one thing, why after waking up, I can hardly remember the previous things?"

Mrs. Ling explained: "Mo Han, the doctor said, your injury was serious that time, so it only caused some memory loss.

It will recover slowly in the future. These are all trivial matters, so don't worry. "

Having said this, Mrs. Ling suddenly smiled weirdly, walked to Ling Mohan's side, and reminded: "Mo Han, you only have partial memory loss.

In fact, you still remember some things in your heart, right? For example, you must remember that you are Ling Mohan and my son. "

Ling Mohan's pupils shrank slightly and took a deep breath.

She was right, he couldn't remember all of his previous things, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him that he was Ling Mohan.

Therefore, even when the woman told him that he was not Ling Mohan in the hotel just now, he never doubted his identity.

Looking at Ling Mohan's serious expression, Mrs. Ling smiled satisfied.

"Mo Han, although you can't remember some things, you will still remember the most important things in your heart.

So, as long as you remember that you are Ling Mohan and my son, that's enough. "

Ling Mohan's eyes were cold and did not answer.

Yeah, what is he doubting? Do you suspect that you are Mu Jingchen from s city?

"Ok."

"Okay, Mo Han, don't think about it so much. Mom will go out first. You have a good rest."

...

After Mrs. Ling went downstairs, Yu Jie was rushing over.

When he saw Mrs. Ling, he shouted: "Mrs."

Mrs. Ling's face was cold, and she asked directly: "You called me just now, who is the woman the master met at the hotel?"

"Madam, that woman seems to be the woman who suddenly rushed out of the crowd and hugged the young master on the day of the last banquet."

When the Ling family held a banquet last time, Yu Jie happened to be there.

"is her."

Mrs. Ling's pupils shrank, her eyes full of danger.

This woman is really lingering.

Seeing Mrs. Ling's weird expression, Yu Jie asked curiously: "Mrs., do you know that woman?"

As soon as the voice fell, Mrs. Ling's sharp gaze glared back, and Yu Jie hurriedly closed his mouth.

"In the future, you are not allowed to let the young master see this woman again, otherwise, I will just ask you!"

Yu Jie hurriedly said, "Yes, madam."

Mrs. Ling's tactics were tough, and no one in Jiang Cheng knew it. When Yu Jie faced her, naturally, she was a little frightened.

"Madam, if there is nothing else to order, then I'll go up and see the young master first."

Mrs. Ling didn't speak, until she watched Yu Jie go upstairs, she said to the servant on the side: "Call me."

The servant hurriedly fetched the phone from the lobby and handed it to Mrs. Ling.

Mrs. Ling proficiently dialed a call. After the call was connected, she only said one sentence: "Help me do something."

...

Inside a five-star hotel.

Bai Liyue sat on the sofa, still looking at the information of Ling's family.

She felt that there must be something wrong with it.

How could Mu Jingchen think that he is Ling Mohan, this is too strange.

After reading it for a long time, he didn't get any clues.

Qin Yahan saw her tirelessly reviewing these materials repeatedly, and persuaded: "Liyue, take a break, now Ling Mohan has said it all by himself, he remembers that he used to be Ling Mohan, you say, will we be true? Made a mistake?"

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