The fake daughter can be salty or sweet

Yang Zizi turned to look at him?

Is there anything else? Seeing Mu Chenyi not knowing what to say or not, Yang Zizi's heart became nervous.

"He lost his memory, but he forgot you!"

He forgot you, this sentence kept circling in Yang Zizi's mind.

No matter what, if he forgot her, she would definitely try her best to make him remember.

"It doesn't matter!" Yang Zizi smiled and shook her head.

"Ma Mi, I'll go with you!"

The little envoy was brought up by Xi Jin, and he has developed a sensitive nose. Maybe he can help. After all, in the human world, there are many and complex smells. It is not easy to find a person. The little envoy has a sensitive nose. Maybe he can smell the smell of Lun Shengshi and find him quickly.

"Okay."

And the little envoy at this time is no longer the little kid a hundred years ago. He has learned to control his wings, the speed and direction of flight.

Mu Chenyi stood there, watching the backs of the big and small ones going away.

Lun Shengshi! You are so happy!

He turned around, smiled sadly at himself, spread his wings and left.

He had done what he should do, and from now on, he would continue to be alone.

In order not to let Xi Jin worry, the little servant was much more careful than his mother who was obsessed with Lun Shengshi. He made a special phone call to inform Xi Jin's brother that they would find someone outside recently and asked him to prepare meals and wait for the return of the three of them.

Xi Jin couldn't help but feel sad again. This... This was clearly treating him as a housekeeper!

These two hundred years were the happiest and most fulfilling hundred years he had lived.

But, after all, he couldn't live forever. He had to leave because he was coming back soon, and what was the point of him staying here.

Yang Zizi and the little servant searched for Lun Shengshi for three days and three nights, making a lot of jokes, encountering a lot of embarrassment, and attracting many strange looks from people.

But they didn't give up. She would definitely find him back.

Yang Zizi looked at the little clerk, and it turned out that he had a hard time following his mother. It had only been three days, and the boy had lost a lot of weight.

She took the little clerk into a large shopping mall and found that she had been to this mall before. It was here that she saw Lun Shengshi for the first time.

"What does the little clerk want to eat?" Yang Zizi asked.

"Hamburgers, fried chicken, and chocolate milk candy." The little clerk's eyes were almost shining.

Yang Zizi ignored all the little clerk's words and walked to a fruit salad shop on her own initiative: "Let's eat fruit salad."

The little clerk curled her lips. It was always like this. Every time she asked him what he wanted to eat, she never let him eat what he wanted to eat. She always liked to eat.

"Come, take it!" Yang Zizi gave the little clerk a twice-large fruit salad.

Yang Zizi took a spoon and started eating.

The little clerk looked at Yang Zizi eagerly. He asked him to hold two cups. How could he eat!

There was no way, so he had to drink the yogurt inside. The fruit inside had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, Yang Zizi stopped smacking her lips and looked ahead with hope.

"Mommy, what's wrong with you?" Maybe she was touched because she hadn't eaten fruit for a long time.

But when he followed Yang Zizi's gaze, his eyes lit up instantly.

The movements and expressions of the mother and son were so synchronized!