Mo Feilin sighed, "I can't say that. The past is too complicated, but one thing is certain. When Fu Shenyan is with you, he is an ordinary man with seven emotions and six desires."

I can't laugh or cry, "is that rare?"

Feelings are not divided into three, six and nine. Even though Fu Shenyan is the son of heaven, it's normal to treat the people he likes with emotions of happiness, anger, sadness and happiness. How to say it from mofflin's mouth is like the "gift" Shen Shu received.

It's not hard to imagine that Shen Shu's attitude towards Fu Shenyan must have been very low.

"It's rare. I don't know until you recover your memory. I can remind you that you should pay attention to a person, and don't be confused by appearances. Especially for Fu Shenyan, a person with deep mind, it will take a lot of time to really understand." Mofflin suddenly laughed at himself, "anyway, for so many years, I still haven't seen through the father of the gold Lord."

"Why do you call him the golden father?" I just read some of the materials in my study rudely, but I don't know much about the relationship between Mo Feilin and Fu Shenyan.

Mo Feilin said, "my company is his investment, Jinding he also joined the shares, not the gold owner is what."

I, "..."

Because someone over there urged her to have a meeting, she didn't mean to have a deep chat. She made a hasty appointment to meet in the afternoon and was ready to hang up.

Before my "goodbye" came out, she suddenly added, "why do you think of asking these questions today? Did Fu Shenyan go to see you again in private? "

I really doubt that mofflin's actual occupation is a godmother. It's a good guess.

"Hum..." I didn't deny it. I said awkwardly, "more than that, I moved to his house yesterday and promised to be a mother for his son."

Mo Feilin's voice suddenly raised a few degrees, "do you remember, or do you think of Fu Shenyan?"

Even if there is no face-to-face, mofflin's excitement and surprise can also be imagined.

I couldn't help laughing, "let you down, the answer is, none."

I also want to get my memory back, but the reality is cruel.

"OK, Bai is happy. I'll have a meeting first and see you in the afternoon."

As soon as I put down the phone, there was a knock at the door.

When I got up and opened the door, I saw little routuan Zi in his pajamas, holding a stack of good clothes in his hand, looking at me expectantly, "aunt Shen, no, help me."

"You can't wear it?"

Even if you are an ordinary child, Murong Zhian is a child prodigy who can design an intrusion program and direct the arrangement of bodyguards. With such a high IQ, can't you make a dress?

"Not really." Murong Zhian frowned at me and said, "if you're going to be late, help me."

Which woman in the world can be indifferent in front of xiaozhengtai's coquetry?

I immediately lost the battle and took the clothes from him. "Ah, xiao'an, it's OK to teach you, but we only teach you once. You're six years old. You need to have basic self-care ability. Do you know?"

"I know!" Murong Zhian nodded his head cleverly, then he squeezed into the room, dragged his shoes, stepped on the sofa, waved his little hand happily, and the little tiger teeth of smile showed.

I laugh, children's world is simple, just wear a dress, can be so happy.

What I want to change is the school uniform of the international school. There are only three jackets, which are lined with vest and coat, and the neckline is also matched with a red plaid bow tie. It's a three piece suit of a reduced version. It's not surprising that Murong Zhian can't. Even I almost forgot my vest.