Chapter 582 Cinderella and the Affectionate President

Half an hour later, Mo Shaochen finally digested and accepted the information on the document.

She was his legal wife, not his girlfriend or fiancée as he had previously guessed.

The information shows that she is only 20 years old, so doesn’t that mean she married him when she was 18?

He could see that she was an independent, calm, confident and strong girl, and she was also very beautiful. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in the few memories.

She must have loved him terribly, otherwise, how could such an outstanding and good-looking person be willing to be bound by marriage and marry him at such a young age?

Mo Shaochen felt warm inside, as if water was boiling, bubbling up and down.

He remembered again that when he just woke up, he asked her who she was. Her eyes turned red and she scolded him. She must have been very sad and upset at that time.

Thinking of this, Mo Shaochen's heart seemed to be pulled, and he felt depressed.

He now urgently wants to know what happened in the meantime and why he was in a coma for two years and lost all his memory when he woke up.

He raised his eyes to look at Xu Xing, but before he could speak, Xu Xing saw through his thoughts and took the initiative to talk about the past.

Another half hour later.

Mo Shaochen understood the whole cause and effect. As Xu Xing continued to narrate, sporadic images would flash through his mind from time to time. His memory seemed to be fragmented, chaotic and jumpy.

But there is one picture that is very clear: he was holding her in her arms, who was in dishevel, and they were entangled and rolling countless times in the bathroom, on the windowsill, on the sofa, and on the bed.

At this time, Mo Shaochen could not tell the difference between memories and dreams. He regarded these scenes that had appeared in his dreams countless times as real memories.

Those vivid and erotic scenes could not be erased from his mind. The areas behind his ears were red as if blood was dripping, and the primitive male instinct in his body gradually showed signs of reviving.

Fortunately, the documents covered his view and he did not make a fool of himself.

"How did she and I meet? Why did she marry me so early? Was it an engagement arranged by the elders in the family?"

In order to save his boss's face, Xu Xing would certainly not tell the truth about how his boss had gone to great lengths to force her to marry him.

After being beautified by Xu Xing's 10-level beauty filter, Mo Shaochen heard a romantic and beautiful love story of Cinderella and the affectionate president.

"At that time, you went on a business trip to City B and happened to see your mistress being harassed by gangsters. You stepped forward as a hero to save her and personally drove her home in your car.

You fell in love with the beautiful and smart mistress at first sight, and asked me to investigate her information. You used the excuse of asking the mistress to help you as a tour guide, and went on a first date with her, and took her to the old house for breakfast..."

An hour later.

After listening to Xu Xing's beautified account of how they met, got to know each other, got along, and fell in love, Mo Shaochen felt as if his whole heart was immersed in a hot spring, full of warmth and tenderness.

It turns out that they had such a beautiful and sweet past.

"Since my body was incurable and I had even arranged my funeral, why was she, the Madam, able to revive me after I had been in a coma for two years?"

Hearing his boss calling him Madam, Xu Xing smiled with satisfaction, showing his great achievements and fame.

"I don't know how the mistress saved you. This is the mistress's secret." Xu Xing said, his expression became serious and his tone was full of respect. "Boss, the mistress has paid a lot for you in the past two years. Even if you have lost your memory, you must not hurt the mistress's heart. Otherwise, when your memory is restored, you will definitely regret it."

Mo Shaochen lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

Xu Xing was well aware of his boss's strong and overbearing personality, and was afraid that the other party would not take his advice seriously. Just as he was about to continue persuading him, the door of the lounge was suddenly opened.

Tang Qi walked out of the lounge, her sleepy eyes fell on the pink back of Mo Shaochen's ears, then glanced at Xu Xing's unnatural expression and chuckled, "Are you saying bad things about me?"

Xu Xing quickly shook his head, "No, I was helping the boss recover his memory and told him some things from the past."

Tang Qi didn't take Xu Xing's words seriously. She rested her gaze on the man's stern face for a moment, walked forward lazily, raised her wrist and looked at her watch, "It's been almost four hours, aren't you sleepy yet?"

He didn't know if it was because she had just woken up, but the faint fragrance from her body was very attractive. Those vivid scenes suddenly came to his mind, and Mo Shaochen's ears felt slightly hot.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at her face, "Not sleepy."

Although the man looked cute when he was shy, Tang Qi felt something strange in her heart.

She glanced at Xu Xing meaningfully, "What did you say to him?"

Xu Xing's expression was very serious. "I just showed the documents and information I showed you before to the boss again."

"Then what?"

"I'm sleepy."

Tang Qi was about to catch Xu Xing and continue questioning him when Mo Shaochen beside her suddenly grabbed her hand and spoke in a low voice.

This was the first time he took the initiative to get close to her after he woke up.

Tang Qi raised her eyebrows slightly, in a good mood, and instantly she was too lazy to find out what Xu Xing had said.

Two years can change a lot of things, such as her height.

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When Tang Qi was just reborn, she was only 1.6 meters tall and very thin, like a malnourished junior high school student. Later, Mo Shaochen fed her milk and pork ribs to her to gain a lot of weight, and she grew a little taller, from 160 to 162, and then to 164. Now, her height is fixed at 169.

But some things remain unchanged, for example, she doesn't like to make her bed.

Seeing Mo Shaochen staring at the thin blanket in the middle of the bed that was crumpled like dried pickles, Tang Qi calmly shook out the blanket and spread it flat, "Okay, can we sleep now?"

"Um."

His dark eyes fell on her face, and he secretly took note of her little shortcoming in his heart: she didn't like to tidy up.

When Tang Qi picked up Mo Shaochen, she noticed that his body tensed up for a moment. Her face turned slightly cold. She asked him to sit on the bed with his back against her and reached out to uncover his clothes on his back.

There was a large bruise on his bony back, probably caused by hitting the door frame when he was in the cockpit.

She gently touched the slightly swollen area, and the man with his back to her suddenly stiffened.

She went out and brought in some ice, wrapped it in a towel, and applied it to his red and swollen areas.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

“It doesn’t hurt much.”

Tang Qi sneered and exerted a little force with his hands. His body immediately shook and a painful groan came from his throat.

She said casually: "I'll give you a chance to say it again, why didn't you tell me?"

He was silent for a moment, "I want you to rest. Flying a plane is tiring."

That's about right.

"Mo Shaochen, I saved your life. In other words, you are mine, including your body.

I finally saved you, not for you to hurt yourself. Next time you feel uncomfortable or injured, you must tell me immediately."

After a long while, he replied, "I know."

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(End of this chapter)