Jun Moqing found that his daughter always focused on the opposite of him. He was clearly saying that Feng'er was cold to him, but she was curious about who chased whom in the first place. "It's not important. What's important is that your mother doesn't like me anymore."

Feng Wuyou comforted him in a gentle voice: "Dad, you are so handsome, how could mother not like you? Mother just doesn't remember you."

"She and I didn't know each other at the beginning, but she liked me." This is what Jun Moqing couldn't understand.

I can like him when we are strangers.

I don’t remember it now, but I’m indifferent to him.

This made Jun Moqing doubt again that he had lost his charm.

Feng Wuyou thought for a while and analyzed it from a woman's perspective.

"My mother has lost her memory. In her eyes, my father is a man with a family. As long as her values ​​are correct, she will endure it even if she likes him."

A word can wake a person up from his dream.

Jun Moqing felt that what his daughter said made sense. Feng'er thought she had recognized the wrong person. With her personality, she would definitely not like him, a married man.

If his daughter hadn't woken him up, he would have thought that he was not proactive enough and had lost the qualities that made Feng'er like him when he was young.

It seems that only by letting Feng'er restore her memory can things be back to normal.

Feng Wuyou tugged at his father's arm and called out, "Dad."

Jun Moqing lowered his eyes and looked at his daughter, "What's wrong?"

Feng Wuyou asked curiously, "Dad, how did you and mother get together?"

Jun Moqing said: "If you are so curious, then wait for your mother to recover her memory and let her tell you."

"Okay." Feng Wuyou said with a smile: "But I guess mother must be tempted by your beauty."

Jun Moqing did not comment.

At dinner time, Jun Moqing was waiting for Feng Qingyan at the door of the inn early, just like he did last night.

Compared to the first time, Feng Qingyan was calmer. She was not a teenage girl who would forget what she was going to do when facing a handsome man like Jun Moqing.

Jun Moqing looked at Feng Qingyan who was sitting at the door of the carriage and asked, "Why are you sitting so far away?"

Feng Qingyan said: "It's better for a single man and a single woman to keep some distance."

Jun Moqing asked: "What do you think of me? A shameless person?"

Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing's cold and elegant temperament and felt that he had nothing to do with being a shameless person.

"I didn't mean that. There are differences between men and women. It's better to keep a distance."

"Since you don't mean to do that, sit here." Jun Moqing pointed to the seat opposite.

Feng Qingyan: "..."

Seeing Jun Moqing insisted, Feng Qingyan had no choice but to move and sit opposite him.

In order to dispel her concerns, Jun Moqing said, "I won't do anything out of line with you unless you want to."

Feng Qingyan smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean that."

She was afraid that she would not be able to resist the temptation. Jun Moqing added: "Sometimes I can't control myself."

Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing as he said seriously that he couldn't control himself. There was no other expression on his handsome face, as if he was talking about something strange and ordinary.

Because of this, even if Jun Moqing did something intimate like what he did this morning, it wouldn't be offensive.

There is not a trace of worldliness in Jun Moqing.

But his actions do show that he is very devoted to his wife and dotes on her very much.

The more Feng Qingyan thought about it, the more envious she became. Unfortunately, she was not him, she just looked similar.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Jun Moqing picked up the teacup and handed it to her, "Have some tea."

"Thank you." Feng Qingyan thanked him, took the teacup, brought it to her lips and took a few sips of tea to hide her embarrassment.

Jun Moqing stared at Feng Qingyan without blinking, which made Feng Qingyan feel uncomfortable, but she had no intention of looking away.

Feng Qingyan just felt a little hot all over. Although that gaze was clearly cold, she felt it was hot.

Feng Wuyou cooked a table full of delicious food tonight, trying to use the food to trap her mother and make her stay willingly.

Jun Wuxian stayed for dinner in order to see his mother.

When he saw Jun Moqing and Feng Qingyan walk in one after another, he stood up and greeted them, "Father, Mother."

Suddenly, an older son appeared, which confused Feng Qingyan. The man in front of her looked almost the same as Jun Moqing, so how could he have such an older son? She had heard Jun Moqing say that he had a son, and he seemed to have said that he would have a grandson next year.

"Your son is so big."

Jun Moqing glanced at Jun Wuxian and said, "Yeah."

Feng Qingyan jokingly asked in a low voice: "You didn't become a father at the age of twelve, did you?"

Jun Moqing replied: "I'm not that precocious."

In ancient times, it was possible to become a father at the age of twelve.

But he was only in the first grade of junior high school when he was twelve years old.

Feng Qingyan was a little embarrassed, "That's not what I meant."

Jun Moqing said: "Sit down and have dinner first."

"...Okay." Feng Qingyan followed Jun Moqing and sat down at the table. She glanced at the food on the table and couldn't help swallowing.

After Jun Wuxian sat down, he glanced at Feng Qingyan. Looking at their actions, he knew that they had not yet recovered their memories.

Jun Moqing picked up some dishes for Feng Qingyan, then looked at Jun Wuxian, "How are the wedding preparations going?"

Jun Wuxian said, “I’ve almost prepared everything, don’t worry, father.”

Jun Wuxian has been very sensible since he was young, so Jun Moqing doesn't have to worry.

"Well, tell me if you need anything."

As a 30-year-old man, it was easy for Jun Wuxian to prepare his wedding by himself, not to mention that it was a once-in-a-lifetime event, so he naturally couldn't be careless.

"Thank you, father."

Feng Qingyan raised her head and glanced at the father and son. She felt that they were very different from other fathers and sons. As an elder, Jun Moqing actually let the groom prepare for his son's wedding himself?

Susu pointed at the meat she loved to eat and said, "Grandma, this is some second-rate meat."

"Thank you, Susu." Feng Qingyan smiled and put some meat into the bowl.

With the addition of two little ones, every meal time becomes much more lively.

Feng Qingyan also likes the dining atmosphere here, it feels like a happy family gathering together.

After dinner, Jun Moqing took her to the yard to digest the food.

I had already visited the Hehuan Hall last night while digesting my food, so I was quite familiar with it.

After walking around for a while, Feng Qingyan raised her head and looked at Jun Moqing, "I should go back."

Jun Moqing paused, as if he didn't expect her to be in a hurry to go back.

"Not staying?"

Feng Qingyan shook her head. She would have to leave sooner or later, so it would be better to leave early.

Jun Moqing didn't force it, "I'll take you there."

Feng Qingyan nodded, "Yes."

We still took a carriage back home.

Feng Qingyan discovered that Jun Moqing's Qinggong skills were very impressive, but he was a bit lazy, otherwise how could he ride in a carriage, which was many times slower than his Qinggong skills.

It was very quiet inside the carriage, with only the sound of the wheels being heard.

Jun Moqing, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked her, "Do you believe what I said?"

Feng Qingyan asked: "Which aspect?"

Jun Moqing said: "I said you are my wife."

Feng Qingyan stopped in front of Jun Moqing, raised her head and looked at that handsome face, and said word by word: "I know you are not lying to me, you just recognized the wrong person. I also understand that you have been separated from her for 19 years, and it is understandable that you made a mistake because you missed her too much. There are very few men like you in this world, and I still admire you."

"The second half is what I like to hear."

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then couldn't help laughing, "I didn't realize that such an outstanding person like you would like others to praise you."

Jun Moqing said confidently: "This is sentiment."

Feng Qingyan felt that she was quite patient, otherwise she would have burst out laughing when she heard Jun Moqing say this.

Praising him is actually romantic? Jun Moqing has lived for forty-two years, and the only love he has had is with Feng Er. Because of this, at the beginning, one of them was straightforward and the other was innocent, one was not keen on relationships, and the other tried desperately to make the other like him.

As for sentiment, as a modern person, Jun Moqing has never put it into practice, but at least he has read similar posts.

If couples complain less and praise each other more, their relationship will be warmer.

"You should trust your husband's judgment. He will not make a mistake in choosing his daughter-in-law."

Feng Qingyan was about to retort, but Jun Moqing said, "I will find a way to restore your memory."

After Jun Moqing practiced to a certain level, not only did his appearance not age much, but he also had not encountered any problems that he could not solve over the years.

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Of course, apart from the fact that my daughter traveled through time.

So for Jun Moqing, who has already stood at the top, it is just like finding something to do.

Feng Qingyan shrugged helplessly. Jun Moqing was so determined that she didn't know what to say.

When they returned to the inn, Jun Moqing followed behind.

Feng Qingyan thought that he wanted to protect her again, and with his martial arts skills, she couldn't interfere.

When closing the door, she reminded me, "It's quite cold today, you'd better get up with the quilt."

Jun Moqing simply ignored her words and said, "Why don't you invite me in to sit down?"

Uh! Feng Qingyan hesitated for a while, but still let him in. After spending a few times with him, she had a certain understanding of Jun Moqing's character.

After Jun Moqing came in, he went straight to the table and sat down.

Feng Qingyan then sat down, picked up the teapot and asked him, "Would you like some tea?"

Jun Moqing glanced at the teapot in her hand and knew it was cold without asking.

“I don’t drink herbal tea.”

Feng Qingyan: "..." Quite picky...

Feng Qingyan asked Qingrong to bring a pot of hot tea.

After drinking tea for a while, Feng Qingyan glanced at Jun Moqing opposite her, and showed no intention of leaving.

"Aren't you going home tonight?"

Jun Moqing put down the teacup in his hand and looked up at Feng Qingyan, "I don't mind staying."

After nineteen years of separation, he had never gotten along well with her.

"It's not a big deal for you to guard the roof," Feng Qingyan actually wanted to say, there's no need.

Jun Moqing said: "You can stay in the house."

"..." Feng Qingyan: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Jun Moqing stood up, and Feng Qingyan also stood up when she saw him, thinking that he was leaving and planned to see him off.

As a result, Jun Moqing came over, held her hand, and held her in his arms, all in one go, without any hesitation.

Feng Qingyan struggled for a while. It was not that she couldn't resist the beauty, but she couldn't break free. Jun Moqing was very strong, like an invisible force controlling her.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to hug you." Jun Moqing felt that he should do something. He couldn't be too passive, nor too outrageous, for fear of scaring her.

He hugged because he wanted to, and Feng'er taught him that.

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a long time, feeling that she was mesmerized by beauty again. Jun Moqing was a married man, so a hug was inappropriate.

Just when Feng Qingyan wanted to get away, Jun Moqing said, "I remember there is a scar on your lower back. Take off your clothes and let me see it."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

Jun Moqing was unusually anxious and wanted to do it himself. When he tried to untie Feng Qingyan's waist belt, he was stopped.

"If you do that again, it will constitute indecent assault."

Jun Moqing realized that he had gone too far, so he withdrew his hand, "Then you do it yourself."

Feng Qingyan did not remove the waist belt because she knew better than anyone whether she had any scars on her body.

"I do have a scar on my lower back."

Jun Moqing added: "It is round."

Feng Qingyan nodded, "Yes."

Jun Moqing looked at Feng Qingyan's lower back, eager to see it with his own eyes, "Let me see."

"Wait a moment." Feng Qingyan was afraid that he would do it himself again, so she greeted him in advance.

Jun Moqing stood there without moving after hearing that.

Feng Qingyan came behind the screen, untied her waist belt neatly, and took off her coat.

She is a gangster, and unlike the daughter of a wealthy family, she is not particular about trivial matters.

It’s not wrong to take a look at the scar.

So Feng Qingyan lifted up her clothes, revealing only a little bit of her lower back, just enough to see the scar.

She called out to the screen, "You can come in and take a look now."

Before he finished speaking, a blue-white figure was seen walking in. It was more like a flash than a walk in, and it was very fast.

It was the first time she had seen someone moving so fast.

Jun Moqing lowered his eyes to look at the exposed waist, where only the scar was visible.

He stretched out his slender fingers and touched the dark scar. "After so many years, the scar has not faded."

The places that were touched felt a little cool and itchy, and there were some strange sensations.

Feng Qingyan subconsciously wanted to dodge, so she let down her clothes.

Jun Moqing looked at her steadily, "You never told me your identity."

"Is my identity important?" Feng Qingyan put on her coat and tied her belt.

"I think your amnesia is related to your identity."

Feng Qingyan paused.

Jun Moqing added: "I can tell fortunes, but I can't tell yours. Your previous birth date was fake."

A fake birth date was the only possibility Jun Moqing could think of.

Feng Qingyan was confused, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Jun Moqing thought she didn't remember, so he didn't continue asking, but asked another question: "When will you go back?"

"Why are you asking that?"

"I'll go back with you."

Feng Qingyan was stunned.

"I just want to find out why you disappeared and why you lost your memory."

Jun Moqing paused here, stared at her face and said, "I can actually read palms."

Feng Qingyan couldn't keep up with Jun Moqing's pace. One moment she wanted to go back with him, and the next moment he talked about palm reading.

Jun Moqing took her hand and looked at her palm with his eyes down: "Although palmistry can't tell anything else, it can tell you your marriage line. You are already married and have a daughter. You will only have one husband in your life and you can grow old together. As for your fate line, you will have a disaster when you are sixteen years old. If you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune in the future..."

Jun Moqing said as he looked at Feng Qingyan, "When you were sixteen, you met me."

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