As the so-called authorities, the bystanders are clear.
She was in the middle of the pain that he had forgotten about herself, and naturally her mind was blank and she couldn't think of a way, but Mike, a bystander, knew much more than she did, and was thinking of a way for her at the moment.
Mike thought for a moment and looked at her and suggested, "Miss Rist, I think it is imperative to bring him back to Europe and find some good brain surgeons to treat him."
Sir, the reason why he rejects you so much now is because he has lost his memory.
If Mr. recovers his memory, then everything will be solved, miss, do you say yes?"
After listening to Mike's words, the expression on his face that wanted to cry gradually calmed down and turned into thinking.
That's right, as long as he recovers his memory, he will still be the man who doted on her and only loved her before.
As long as he recovers his memory, all the problems can be solved easily.
But Ciel raised his head and looked at Mike helplessly and said, "But Mike, you also listened to what he said today, he said that even if he died, he would not go back to Europe with me, so how can we bring him back to Europe" "Miss.
Sir, his backbone is hard, yes, but it doesn't mean that his heart is also hard."
She shook her head puzzled, "Mike, I don't understand what you mean. ” Mike turned his head to look left and right, then looked at Ciel, who lowered his voice and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "" After listening to Mike's words, Ciel watched Mike hesitantly bite his lip, and finally nodded in agreement.
The other side.
He was standing on the balcony of the hotel, one hand casually resting on the black railing, looking at the bustling street market below.
That damn woman.
What she's doing now actually wanted to lie to him and let him go to Europe with her, and be her husband's stand-in to accompany her.
Her husband's status in her heart must be very important, right?
Otherwise, how could she do so many despicable little things in order to get him, a man who is very similar to her husband.
Thinking of those photos, a group photo of their family of three.
In the Maldives, the couple sat at a table near the sea and dined, both smiling at their daughter squatting on the beach and playing in the sand.
In the picture in the desert, she is wearing an Indian skirt and holding her little daughter in the same dress and sitting on a camel, while the man is holding the rope of the camel and leading the two of them forward, and the mother and daughter are sitting on the camel as if they are eating honey.
In the gazebo, the couple sat in the courtyard and looked down at a book together, and the little girl who looked almost exactly like her was lying on the table and looking at them curiously.
All the pictures are family fun.
But for him, it was inexplicably like a sharp knife stabbing in the heart.
He was madly jealous of that man, the man who looked so much like him, the one who could have that little woman, the heart, and the little daughter that people fell in love with at a glance.
"Brother Pingrang."
Bai Shishi walked to him, looked at him and shouted with admiration on his face, and then hugged him from behind with his big hand, and put his face on his back, "Brother Ping'an, I'll sit down for dinner, let's go out to eat."
He looked down at Bai Shishi holding his hand, and felt a burst of disgust in his heart.
I remembered that when the little woman hugged him yesterday, she didn't feel this way at all, only love and greed.
No way.
Shishi is his fiancée, how can he dislike Shishi, that's not what a man should do.
He cursed himself fiercely in his heart, forced himself to hold Bai Shishi's hand, and turned around to hug Bai Shishi into his arms. oshow7 t1706231537: