Ye Wei stopped and she heard the sound of the waves. Looking out the window, she saw the familiar palm trees, the bright sun, the white sandy beach, and the familiar, continuous tall trees.

She turned out to be an island.

This is the first place she was familiar with after she lost her memory. Later, something happened in the eleventh. The Moju brothers were afraid that the people of the first terrorist organization would find it, and they moved to the place.

Come back home!

What she did not know was that Mo Jiu called it home.

She thought it was just an island for a short break.

"You like it, don't you?" If there is no eleventh thing, she thinks she really likes it.

Ye Weimo didn't speak, raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Jiu slightly. He was a little dignified in his eyes. They were afraid that Ye Wei was unhappy. The two watched quietly for a long time. Mo Jue suddenly hugged her and got off the plane. .

Back to their villa all the way, no one has lived for a long time, but it is very clean, there are special staff to clean it frequently, it is still very bright, as if they never left.

As soon as I got back here, the warmth and satisfaction of those days also filled up, and my mind, kitchen, living room, stairs seemed to have the sound of her laughter.

Still staying here circling and rippling, she suddenly had a feeling of being right and wrong.

Lying in the warm embrace of Mo Ju, Ye Wei was slightly lost.

Mo Ju hugged him back to the room, which was still their master bedroom. "Wei Wei, rest when you are tired. When you wake up, I will come to Claire to check it for you. Maybe he has a way to heal your leg."

"Don't bother, he can't cure it." Ye Wei said lightly, Mo Ju's eyes dimmed. Although he knew that there was not much hope, as long as there was a ray of hope, he still wanted to give it a try.

Although he wanted to, Ye Wei was lame and lame, so that she could not go anywhere, and could not run anywhere. This gust finally stopped for him, which was what he dreamed of.

But he also knows that if Ye Wei's feet are not good, she will not have a smile in her life, and life is full of frustration and annoyance, which is not what Mo Ju wants.

As long as she can stand up and give him his leg, he is willing.

"Is Claire still studying the poison in Meng Lianying?" Ye Wei asked. It seems that the chief medical officer under the boss Mo is serving his woman. Meng Lianying...

She sneered, don't let her see her.

"No, brother asked him to find a way to save the eleven." Mo Ju said, mentioning this matter, he looked at Ye Wei's face with anxiety. At that time, so many research experts, the eleven killed no one but Claire.

I do not know whether it is lucky or unfortunate.

Ye Wei smiled coldly, "If you knew today, why should you be?"

This said Mo Ye and Eleven, and also said that she and Mo Ju, the wrong relationship, the hurt and regret caused by it is indeed worrying and regretful, she has too many knots in her heart, getting tighter and tighter.

Mo Ju looked at her with a bad complexion and knew what she was pointing to. He sat down and clasped Ye Wei's shoulder tightly. Those purple eyes were extremely determined, "Wei Wei, even if we are wrong together, I have to go wrong all the way, I don’t mind going wrong all my life.”

Whoever hurt him, he didn't care, he didn't care, he only knew that Ye Wei couldn't leave him, absolutely not.

"You take a rest first!" Mo Ju said, standing up and out of the room, closing the door gently, Ye Wei glanced at the interior decoration, almost unchanged, exactly the same as when she left.

She smiled, her lips slightly relieved. In fact, this room looks a bit dull. She likes it very much. Maybe it is Mo Ju's room. His style is very suitable for her taste.

She moved her body, leaned against the head of the bed, and leaned over to see the wedding photo on the bedside table. She took it and couldn't help but chuckle. Originally, she didn't feel anything after seeing the photo. It was indeed the two of them.

Looking back at the memory, there was a little bit of joy and sadness, Mo Ju, so bad that he could come up with it, and even synthesized such a wedding photo to deceive her, he was in a hurry to go to the doctor.

She really deserves to be a computer expert. This technology is really good. There may be no traces of synthesis. The expressions and gestures are natural and there are no flaws. She is wondering. How did he synthesize such photos?

Really powerful.

If they really take wedding photos, it is estimated that it will be awkward, how can they laugh so bright and happy.

Ye Wei put the photo frame back and lay down to rest.

Mo Ju found Mo Ye on the line. Recently he wanted to take a vacation. He didn’t want to control anything. The reason was very simple. His wife was injured. He wanted to accompany his wife. Mo Ye couldn’t help crying and laughing. A little news to eleven.

He had been in a coma for half a year, and Mo Yue had worked hard and it was time for him to take a break. Moreover, Mo Ye's request for Mo Ju had always been obedience, and he would agree to whatever he said, even if he was too busy to turn around now.

Turning off the machine, Mo Ji ordered people to bring the ingredients needed for cooking at night. It was almost time to see. Ye Wei should rest enough before he called Claire to check Ye Wei's injury.

Although Claire's medical skills are not as good as Bai Ye's skills, he is also one of the best masters in the world. The boss of Mo has discarded a lot of talents who have been thinking about him. Mo Ju pinned all his hopes on him.

Ye Wei woke up, Mo Ju hugged her downstairs, and seeing Claire again, Ye Wei's eyebrows twisted lightly, because he was the one who washed away her memory, Ye Wei strongly rejected him.

If she does not say, he should not know that she has recovered her memory.

The plaster on the leg has not been removed, so I can't see anything. I have to shoot a film to do the most detailed analysis. Mo Wei heard that she was going to leave the clinic that took her to Claire, Ye Wei refused.

"It's a little late today, tomorrow." Outside, it was already a bit of sparks, and the lantern was on.

Claire nodded his head and looked again tomorrow. In fact, Mo Jue had already told him the details of the situation. He also read the report at Muscat Hospital to Claire. He also had a measure in his mind.

Mo Jue sent him out of the villa. Outside, Claire lowered his voice and whispered, "Second son, you have to be mentally prepared, maybe there is not much chance of being intact."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, there is not even one percent chance of being cured."