Feng Qin had already gone in and got a set of clothes.

"Give it, these clothes are something I accidentally saw on the street these days. If you think they are suitable for you, you can buy them. You can change them quickly, they are all clean."

Jiang Lan took the clothes and put them on the sofa, then took off her coat, took off her sweater and warm clothes inside.

Feng Qin had just taken the water before drinking it. When he turned around, he saw that she was almost taking off her clothes in front of him. He sprayed a sip of water, and half of it choked into his nose.

"Ahemhem—"

Feng Qin covered his mouth and coughed desperately.

Jiang Lan subconsciously looked up, with a little confusion in his eyes.

"You..." Feng Qin looked at her strangely, "Are you so indifferent?"

When Jiang Lan heard this, she was holding her pants in her hand and taking them off, and it was not right to take them off.

Feng Qin held her forehead, held back her eyes, turned around and went to the kitchen, "I'll cook ginger soup for you."

When he went to the kitchen, Jiang Lan continued to change her clothes. She changed all the wet clothes and put on the clothes given to her by Feng Qin.

The yardage is quite appropriate, Jiang Lan is even more convinced that she should know him.

She took the wet clothes to the bathroom and put them down, and went to the kitchen after she came out.

Feng Qin was still wearing the wet sweater, and he was cooking ginger soup for Jiang Lan.

Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Lan. Seeing that she was wearing so well, Feng Qin smiled with satisfaction.

"It seems that I remember correctly. You look so good in this outfit."

Jiang Lan looked down and saw that he had the same white sweater and white wide-leg pants as him. Isn’t it a very normal dress?

Feng Qin turned off the fire and poured out the ginger soup in the pot. The bowl was a little hot. He touched his ears, "No, it's too hot, let's drink it later."

He said, bringing gloves with him and bringing the bowl to the living room.

Jiang Lan followed him and had many questions to ask, but he was busy.

After he brought the ginger soup to the table, he went into the room to change his clothes. When he came out, he smiled at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan pursed her lips, still a little resistant to him.

"Sit down, don't stand."

He asked Jiang Lan to sit down, and then Jiang Lan sat down on the stool at the dining table.

Jiang Lan raised his hand and gestured: Do you know me?

Feng Qin's smile froze at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Jiang Lan, remained silent for a while, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Don't you remember me?" Feng Qin asked back.

Jiang Lan shook his head, and his eyes were filled with strangeness.

"What's wrong with you? Are you losing your memory?"

Jiang Lan: I don’t know, I don’t know you.

Feng Qin scratched his head, his face full of confusion, "Why are you so happy, why don't you remember me? Did Lu Jingchi do anything to you?"

Jiang Lan suddenly stood up and stared at him with some anger.

Feng Qin was stunned again, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Lan gestured indignantly: You are not allowed to say bad things to him.

Feng Qin's pupils dilated little by little. He stared at Jiang Lan in surprise. It was hard to imagine, but he hadn't seen her for only 20 days. Why did she change so much?

He remembered that she had changed clothes in front of him without any hesitation, and he finally realized something was wrong.

"Jiang Lan, you..." Feng Qin was about to say something, but someone was ringing the doorbell outside.

Feng Qin swallowed again after saying that he was so angry.

No one should know about his house. Who would ring the doorbell outside this night?

Feng Qin ignored the doorbell and was about to continue asking her a few words when the doorbell rang again.
Chapter completed!