Moreover, the phone kept ringing.

Finally, Lin Xuanxian couldn't help but pick up her phone and press it.

"Ling Shaoyu, do you call me again and believe me or not, I will cut you down!"

As he said that, Lin Xuanxian was about to hang up the phone---

"The voice still sounds so domineering. Xiao Xian'er, it seems I don't need to comfort me.

Then I'll die."

Lin Xuanxian hurriedly picked up the phone again, and then she saw the call on her phone clearly--

Xiaomizi.

...

"No, no, Xiaomizi~~~"

Lin Xuanxian shouted in resentment in her tone, and turned over while rotating and finally lifted the quilt and breathing fresh air.

The sudden light made the eyes burn and painful. Lin Xuanxian rubbed her eyes, as if she had cried again.

"I thought it was Ling Shaoyu called again."

Lin Xuanxian looked at the ceiling of the room with a little dazzled eyes, and her tone sounded a little discouraged.

"Have he kept calling you?"

Gu Yimi is cooking lunch for Momo Mingming at home.

Lin Xuanxian sighed,

"Xiaomi, I've quit."

Gu Yimi showed no surprise.

"Do you think Ling Shaoyu will give up?"

Lin Xuanxian kicked off the quilt on her body.

"It should be..."

Gu Yimi brought the prepared sweet and sour pork ribs to the dining table, and Wen Ran's face was slightly smiling.

"Immortal, you are not sure."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Xuanxian didn't say anything.

Yes, she wasn't sure.

Moreover, why do you feel inexplicably sad when you think of the novice giving up?

She obviously doesn't like him...

"Xiaomi, I seem to..."

Before Lin Xuanxian could finish speaking, the sound of the doorbell "Ding Dong" on the other end came from his phone.

----

"Xianxian, wait a moment, I'll go open the door."

While busy putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Gu Yimi walked to the living room to open the door.

"Um."

Lin Xuanxian turned over again, with the big characters facing down.

He buried his face deeply into the pillow, and a man's face kept popping up in his mind.

"Ji Zefeng..."

Sudden---

Gu Yimi's stunned voice came from one end of the quiet mobile phone.

Lin Xuanxian suddenly raised her head and said lazily,

"Xiao Mizi, you are not so hurting my heart, right? Now I need comfort, and you even call me Ji Zefeng."

...

Gu Yimi's beautiful cheeks, which had a faint smile last second, became stiff in an instant.

His bright eyes flashed with confusing and cute colors, and he looked at the man standing at the door in a daze.

See----

A cold black suit, perfectly like God's carved cheeks, and the ever-deep smoke eyes exuded a cold and cold atmosphere that made people silent, just directly touching all her eyes.

With a "bang" sound----

Gu Yimi closed the door unconsciously.

Outside the door--

Ji Zefeng, whose expression was originally cold and cold, instantly turned black like a coal ball.

This woman hasn't seen her for five years and has become more angry!

Ji Zefeng was not giving up.

It was him who was sorry to Yimi. Although he had "lost memory" now, he couldn't help but miss her heart.

Then, the doorbell of "Dingdong-----" continued to ring unyieldingly.

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Living room in the house---

"Xiaoxian, Ji Zefeng is here to my house."

Gu Yimi grabbed the phone tightly and suddenly became sweating.

Lin Xuanxian, who was lying on the bed, kicked her feet and sat up.

"What did you say? Ji Zefeng went to your house? Didn't he lose his memory?

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Chapter completed!