Every man has his own plot

Hearing He Yi’s words, Yi Liangze, who was driving, was startled and asked doubtfully, “Is that my hand?”

He Yi said that although she didn’t remember who the hand that stretched out to her in the dream belonged to, she remembered her trust in it. So, someone was a little suspicious.

As the saying goes, every day has its own thoughts and every night has its own dreams. If he Yi had such a dream because she had always suspected his feelings for her, then he really felt wronged.

He Yi thought seriously for a while, shook her head, and sighed. “I don’t remember either!”

“Honey, dreams are dreams, and reality is reality. Dreams and reality can not be mixed together!”Yi Liangze drove while brainwashing his wife. “Honey loves you very much. He will never let go of your hand no matter when or where, and he will never hurt you. Are you being paranoid because I didn’t report to you where I went last night?”