The fake daughter can be salty or sweet

Thinking of this, Lun Shengshi was startled, and quickly put down the little messenger and was about to go away, but suddenly Yang Zizi flashed in front of him and blocked his way.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I suddenly remembered that I still have things to do, so I'll go first." Lun Shengshi shook his head, feeling a little guilty.

Yang Zizi pulled his collar: "Lun Shengshi! In this life, don't think about leaving me, even if you lose your memory, I will try my best to make you remember!"

Lost your memory? Lun Shengshi was a little confused!

Suddenly, the little messenger came over and held Lun Shengshi's hand.

The little messenger raised his head, Lun Shengshi lowered his head, and the two looked at each other.

Suddenly, a familiar memory poured into his mind like a spring.

The scenes were all related to this young lady. In his memory, he seemed to love her very much.

The last memory was the birth of the little messenger, and the last was that the young lady risked her life to enter the eighteen levels of hell to save him for her.

It turned out that they were not the people of the God of Hell, but the people who came to save him. According to the memory transmitted to him by the little messenger, he was indeed the husband of the little sister and the father of the little messenger.

But why did he have no memory of such a big thing?

"Because you lost your memory, you don't remember me and Mommy." The little messenger reminded helplessly. He thought of many scenes of meeting Lun Shengshi for the first time.

There was the joy of running in both directions, and the poisonous tongue of caring about face... But there was no scene of not recognizing them as soon as they met. It didn't matter if they didn't recognize themselves, but the little messenger was very angry if they didn't recognize Mommy.

Lun Shengshi glanced at the extremely cold Yang Zizi, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. This girl was both familiar and strange.

He couldn't remember what happened between them, but in the memories shown to him by the little messenger, it was very real, and seemed to fill the only empty place in his heart for decades.

And the dream every day and night, and would she be the girl in the dream?

"Although I don't remember, I will try to remember." For some reason, this girl has an inexplicable attraction that makes him have to be conquered by her.

After returning home, he found a table full of delicious dishes, all of which are Yang Zizi's favorites.

As soon as he smelled the smell, he knew that it was made by Xi Jin, and it was his unique taste.

There was a greeting card left on the table, and a touching sentence was written on the card: Zi Zi, thank you, thank you for letting me stay by your side, letting me feel what love is, thank you for so confidently handing Xiao Shi to me to raise, so that I also have a chance to return to my childhood, I know that tonight is the day for your family of three to reunite.

There is a paragraph below that was crossed out by Xi Jin as if he changed his mind. The painting is very dark and it is not clear what is written. The end is a blessing and he will return to the wolf tribe to do his best to do what he should do as a leader.

"Is brother Xi Jin gone?" Xiao Shi was a little reluctant.

"Hmm!" Yang Zizi squatted down, touched the back of the little envoy's head, and said gently: "When we have time, let's go see Xijin again, okay?"

"Okay!" The little envoy was overjoyed. After all, he was the brother who raised him, so he naturally liked him very much and was reluctant to leave.

"Who is it?" Suddenly, Renlun Shengshi, who had been a wooden man for a few minutes, finally spoke, and there seemed to be a sour taste in his tone.