Xia Yuxun held his arm, "What's the matter? You say!"

The man lowered his eyebrows, avoiding the girl's clear eyes, "I know you will be very angry when you say this, but... I don't want to deceive you..."

"What the **** is it? You say it, I promise not to be angry! It's finally hard for you to think of me and come back to me. It's too late for me to be happy, how can I be angry with you!"

"Really?"

"Of course! I swear I will never be angry!" Xia Yuxun looked at him seriously, vowing to guarantee.

The man looked a little slow, hesitated for a moment, and slowly said, "If I say...I don't have memory loss at all?"

The expression on Xia Yuxun's face was blank for about five seconds...

After a while, there was an angry roar from the ward——

"Cold! Si! Chen! You! Special! What! Say! What! What!? You say it again to the old lady!!!"

Someone: "..."

He actually believed that she would really not be angry...

At the same time, outside the door of the ward, Nangong Mo, who had come to visit him early in the morning, shrank his neck when he was frightened by the sudden roar inside. The hand that was about to knock on the door also stopped.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Ou Mingxuan didn't know when he came, and he passed his head over Nangong silently, and put his gossiping on the door, "Why are there quarrels inside? This plot is not developing right... …Isn’t the situation this morning supposed to reunite you and me again?”

Nangong shrugged silently, "Who knows!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a louder chaotic noise in the room than before, and the sound was not small...

"Special! You have no amnesia? No memory loss from beginning to end?

Without amnesia you pretend not to know me, without amnesia, you watch me chase you like a ****, without amnesia you treat me as noble and cold as a snow lotus, without amnesia you want to marry Xue Haitang, you still elope with other women without losing your memory...

Cold, Si, Chen! Get out of me—"

...

...

After a while, Tang Jue...oh no, it should be said that it was Leng Sichen, slowly pushing the wheelchair out.

His hair was covered with crumbs, his pants were stained with suspicious white milky liquid (milk), and there were a few bright red nail scratches on his face and neck...

There was a bang on the door panel behind him, and then a bang. Something fell to the ground and broke...

The whole scene is just two words-tragic!

As soon as Leng Sichen left the house, both of them looked at him with sympathetic expressions that only men could understand.

Nangong coughed quietly, "Uh...you...Is it true that my sister said just now? You have no memory loss?"

Leng Sichen didn't say a word, his face was gloomy, and he was obviously not in the mood to answer his question, but he was tacitly acquiesced.

Ou Mingxuan on the side showed an indescribable expression, stretched out his hand to put his shoulders, and said distressedly, "I don't ask what is the reason for doing this... You said you are not sincerely looking for abuse? How can this kind of thing be said? come out?

I can't even help you this time! If I were a woman, would I have to blow my hair? As a man, you don’t even understand the five words "white lie"! It's a waste of life! "

Ou Mingxuan was able to speak vigorously. Nangong coughed quietly and glanced behind him. Ou Mingxuan didn't understand what he meant, so he continued talking...