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He thought that she remembered their past events, and he was very, very happy, very happy, from beginning to end she had also displayed this kind of expression, some things, when she said it, she clearly had a blank and ignorant look, but she would quickly cover it up, she covered it up very well, even if he had a little doubt, he would still tell himself that he was overthinking it.

”Do you mind?” Shen Liangxia looked at the man in front of her. She couldn't understand why her chest felt so stuffy.

”Do you mind if I don't recover my memories?”

”Is this something that I don't mind? You're lying to me. Liangxia, why did you lie to me?”

Let his happiness fail, let his hope fail, let him act like a fool, let him sing a solo play.

”If you can't remember, then just say it. Why are you lying to me? What are you thinking? What do you think of me? You want to fool me like I'm a fool? ”

Shen Liangxia looked at the man in front of her in astonishment. She didn't understand why he would think that way.

Uncle Butler felt that the atmosphere in the house tonight was weird.

It took him a long time to realize that the master and mistress of the house had begun to shiver.

This was truly a rare occurrence. The two of them had always been good to the point that it felt like they wanted to concoct a pair of twins. But now, they were actually beginning to shiver.

Although it was a bit long-winded, but it was too rare. He still wanted to say something, he didn't expect that these two people would also have a period of cold war.

They would eat together, walk together, watch television together, and go back upstairs to rest together.

However, he just didn't talk to anyone. It was clear that many things happened synchronously, but he acted as if the other person didn't exist.

The mistress had already rested, the light in the study was still on, and the host seemed to still be busy. Recently, the host would come home with a lot of work to accompany his mistress, in order to keep her company as much as possible.

However, he seemed to be a bit busy today. When the butler turned off the light downstairs, he found that the light in the study was still on. It was almost 12 o'clock, and the male owner didn't want to sleep in the study, right?

Uncle Steward had been on tenterhooks all night, so when he saw the male owner coming out of the bedroom the next morning, he let out a long breath.

Luckily, it did not reach what he had expected.

However, even if they didn't split up, it didn't mean that the situation had turned for the better.

He went downstairs one after the other and ate together as if the other didn't exist.

The butler swore that he had seen the man's chopsticks carrying food several times as he had run towards his mistress's bowl. However, he had changed his direction midway.

As for the hostess, although she lowered her head to eat, when the male host changed his clothes and prepared to go to work, she still raised her head to look at him several times. She wanted to speak, but was stopped by the cold back of the host.

He decided to stop looking and just finish all the porridge in his bowl.

The host turned, as if about to say something, but the hostess's face was obscured by the bowl, so he could only see the bottom of the bowl, and in the end he did not speak and went out.

It was the first time since the mistress's return that the two of them had not seen each other off.

The butler bowed indifferently and said, ”Sir, take care.”

When she left, the bowl was put down, and her pretty face was filled with a deep sense of loss.

The steward shook his head in regret.

This seemed to be a long battle. Not only did the two of them not try to rebuild their relationship, but they were actually becoming more and more stiff due to all sorts of misses.

For the next few days, he still did not speak. He still did not interact with anyone. He was still synchronized with everyone.

During this time, two guests came to the house, the first of which was Liang Yu. He told his mistress that young master Gu had already left, and because he didn't want to see her say goodbye, he didn't tell her before he left. He only asked him to pass on a message and give his mistress a present.

A bookmark made from a piece of poplar leaf was nothing out of the ordinary. It was so ordinary that it could not have been more common. However, it had a special meaning since it was grown near their base, and their mistress treasured it very much.

The butler swore to the lamp that he had seen the man's eyebrows twitch several times. The other men had given him a present, and the mistress had cherished it so much that it had evidently stabbed the man in the heart.