771: C771 She has the smell of her mother

C771 She has the smell of her mother

"Go ahead, no problem." A certain person, who had been praised to the point of fainting, asked with a laugh.

Huo Shengzhi who was at the side looked at his black-skinned son and smiled indifferently.

"Is Teacher Xiao my mother?" Xiao Hetao raised his head, a pair of pitch black eyes filled with anticipation.

When he got up this morning, he stared at the sleeping teacher for a long time. He kept thinking, if the Teacher Xiao was his own mother, how blissful would he be?

This question was a little difficult for Ouyang Mo.

He looked at Huo Shengzhi for help.

"Cough cough, your son's heart is really sharp. He praised me so much that my original purpose was here. Forget it, I can't answer this question. Xiao Hetao, you have to ask your father. He knows the ins and outs of this matter the best. "

"Really?"

"Of course."

Xiao Hetao immediately jumped down from the chair, and then ran to the chair beside his father excitedly. He raised his chin and looked at Huo Shengzhi: "Dad, is Teacher Xiao my mom?"

Huo Shengzhi did not directly answer his son's question. Instead, he asked his son, "Why do you think that she is like mother?"

Xiao Hetao's big eyes blinked several times. "I like Teacher Xiao, I feel that she has the smell of mother on her."

"Mommy's smell?"

Xiao Hetao nodded his head vigorously, "En, I can smell the scent of mother's body. Teacher Xiao's smell is exactly the same as mother's."

Ouyang Mo looked at the little fellow with admiration: "Yo, I didn't expect our Xiao Hetao to have such a sharp nose."

"Of course." Xiao Hetao raised his chin, revealing a very proud little expression.

After saying that, he looked pitifully at his father. That gaze was truly heartbreaking.

Huo Shengzhi sighed, in his heart he couldn't help but admire his son's strength.

He had relied on his back to feel that Xiao Mengqi was indeed Ouyang Jingyao, but his son had actually smelled his mother's scent.

"Dad, is she really?" Xiao Hetao was so curious that he shook his father's arm non-stop.

Huo Shengzhi turned around and glanced at the empty living room, then looked at his son and asked: "If I tell you the truth, then will Xiao Hetao be able to listen to father?"

Xiao Hetao immediately nodded like a little man, and replied crisply: "Yes."

"Alright." Huo Shengzhi reached out and hugged his son onto his lap, making it easier for his to whisper to him.

"The thing is, the Teacher Xiao is indeed mother, and this has been proven through science and technology. She was Xiao Hetao's mother. Xiao Hetao, do you still remember the matter of your mother's car accident? "

Xiao Hetao nodded: "En, I remember."

"Mom hit her head in the car accident because there was a blood clot in her brain that pressed down on her nerves and she couldn't remember who we were. I don't remember Xiao Hetao, and I don't remember me either. She couldn't even remember her grandparents. She had completely forgotten everything. We're going to help her recover her memory, but not in a hurry. If he was too anxious, Mother would be harmed once again. Does Xiao Hetao want Mother to be hurt again? "

Xiao Hetao immediately shook his head, "Father, mother's face is not the same as before. Is she really mother?"

He just couldn't understand. Teacher Xiao was like his mother, with the smell of his mother, and his back was the same, but why did his face belong to someone else?

Huo Shengzhi continued to explain to his son, "When mother was taken away by a bad person, the doctor changed her face. The bad guys are doing it on purpose because they don't want us to recognize Mom. Dad is telling you the truth now, but you can't tell Mom. And in the future, you have to listen to your father. If not, your mother might never come back, can Xiao Hetao do it? "

Xiao Hetao lowered his head and did not say a single word.

Large tears rolled down his face.1

"Father will ask you one more time, can Xiao Hetao do it?"

Xiao Hetao nodded his head as tears fell from her eyes, but her eyes were still resolute. "I can ?" His small mouth twitched, and he looked like he was about to cry. However, thinking back to what his father had just told him, he swallowed it back with great effort.

"Alright, Daddy believes in you. We are men. We must do what we say. Do you understand? "

"..." Yes. Xiao Hetao understands. "

Huo Shengzhi put his son down and caressed his head: "Now I'll give you a mission, go up and see if Teacher Xiao is awake. "Oh, and one more thing. You're not allowed to call me Mama without my permission."

Xiao Hetao sniffed with reddened eyes, then turned and ran into the living room.

Ouyang Mo looked at Xiao Hetao's back, then looked at Huo Shengzhi who was facing him, and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in admiration.

"You're really good, I see that it's you again after Xiao Hetao grows up."

Huo Shengzhi calmly lifted his lower lip, and unconsciously looked towards the bedroom where Ouyang Jingyao was resting.

His face was expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.

From the moment he found out that Xiao Mengqi was actually Ouyang Jingyao, his heart had been agitated to the point where he couldn't stop.

He had not slept last night and had come out in the middle of the night to walk more than one circuit of the island. When the sun was about to rise, he returned to his room to rest.

However, when he closed his eyes, the image of that woman's face still appeared in his mind.

His previous face and present face kept appearing in his mind, constantly disturbing his mental state.

The state of being completely unable to stop.

The moment he knew that Ouyang Jingyao had failed to save him, he felt that his heart had died along with Ouyang Jingyao's death.

For a few months, he paid no attention to what was happening around him. He did not even care about learning about his son's life.

He had buried himself in piles of work and taken over everything that should have been done by his subordinates.

He wanted to use this method to forget about Ouyang Jingyao, but it was okay during the day.

At night, when everything around him quieted down, the woman's presence filled his surroundings like air. It was her who sat by his side during the meal and she was in his arms when he slept. When he went to the study, he could imagine her leisurely walking in and smiling at him. He had to think about it. He had to face the pain of losing her.

To him, those days were so painful that it was hard to look back on.

He had thought about it countless times. If the heavens could help Ouyang Jingyao live on, even if it meant that she had ten or twenty years to live on, he would still be willing.

He was an atheist and never believed that this prayer would ever come true.

However, what he did not expect was that his prayer had actually come true.

It didn't matter if she had lost her memories, it didn't matter if she had changed her face, as long as she was Ouyang Jingyao, as long as she was still alive, he would be satisfied.

The phone on the table rang at that moment, pulling him back to reality.

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