He lay down with a slight sigh, and finally turned his eyes away, "Yixing, are you afraid to know, or, do you really already, regard me as a stranger?"

He called her that, and the last sentence was full of heaviness.

Han Yixing stretched out his hand to cover him with the quilt, but he didn't look at her, and he called her Yixing, her heart suddenly felt choked up.

Stranger, if only she could be so free and easy.

"Take a good rest, your complexion is very bad." After a slight pause, he said: "I will talk about other things later." [

Forgot her, what do you mean?How could she not want to know?

The hand that helped him tuck the quilt was about to leave, but he grabbed it again, his eyes almost filled with ecstasy.

"Do you know what your words represent? Xing'er, it represents my rebirth." He refused to let go for a long time, and just looked at her straight.

"Meng Beichen, are you going to do this all night? To be honest, I'm very tired. I have to go and see Xiaorou. She should go to bed and go to school tomorrow." Han Yixing kept his half-bent body, feeling stuffy Said.

He actually smiled like a child, and while letting go of her, he said, "Will you come again? It's not convenient for me to move, maybe at night"

"You want to say that you need someone to take care of you." Han Yixing interrupted him and said directly.

The bruise on his forehead was really caused by her, and it has been covered up now, and she will always feel guilty in her heart.

Meng Beichen felt a little embarrassed when she said this, "You really interrupt me now."

"Let me ask Ficilo to come and take care of you."

When she put away the bowl and was about to go out, he immediately grabbed her again, "I want you!"

The slightly domineering voice easily disrupted her pretended calmness, and this sentence is so familiar, it has been so long, why can she remember the past so clearly.

"Xiao Rou also needs someone to take care of her." She made an excuse, and now she just wants to go out.

Meng Beichen was stunned for a moment, finally speechless, he could no longer rob his daughter, but he really wanted to hear her admit that it was his daughter.

Han Yixing hid in the kitchen to wash the dishes, his thoughts continued to be chaotic, he forgot about her, was it amnesia?

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