"Crazy, call the aunt and tell her that her fiancé died outside."
You'er said calmly, picking up the ginger soup handed over by Feng Xiaoyu and drinking it in one gulp. She had to go to military training tomorrow, so she didn't want to bring an oil bottle with her.
"Are you sure you don't want to go see him?"
Feng Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows slightly, watching her drink a large bowl of boiling ginger soup as if she were drinking water, and she acted like a normal person, and she couldn't help but feel worried in her heart.
"Then I'll go take a look. Don't bother preparing a room for me. I can just make do with it on the sofa for one night."
The right boy yawned, pretending not to care, and walked towards the room where Nangong also rested.
Feng Xiaoyu looked at her back, a trace of loneliness and distress flashed through her eyes. She wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it. She sighed lowly and turned around to walk into the bedroom.
In the room, Nangong was lying quietly. He didn't sleep very well, his brows were furrowed and he occasionally murmured. His pale face now had a touch of blood.
"Damn Bingshan, go find your Lingling!"
"Die Bingshan, do you really not remember anything at all? Or are you deliberately lying to me?"
"Dead Iceberg, do you know how sad it feels to be forgotten?"
"Dead Iceberg, even if you don't remember, we will still meet, right? Just like that night, and tonight."
"Damn Bingshan, you don't like me at all! Otherwise, why are you still messing around with women?"
"Bingshan, don't worry, I won't give up on you, I will help you get your memory back."
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The next day, You'er was awakened by someone's shouting. She didn't expect that she fell asleep lying on the bedside.
"Hey! Girl, get up -"
Nangong Yi looked at the girl sleeping soundly beside his bed and shouted at the top of his lungs, how could this woman be in his house and still sleeping beside his bed, where is Lingling?
"You idiot, you damn Bingshan, you're going to die! Do you want anyone else to sleep with?"
The right son picked his ears, opened a pair of sleepy eyes, and looked at the person in front of him. The very familiar conversation seemed to have returned to the days when they were together.
"Why are you here?"
Nangong also looked at her warily. This woman, who kept pestering him without saying anything, was sleeping in the same room with him. If Lingling found out, she would definitely be jealous again.