My husband is a wife

Chapter 1291 I Forgot Your Name
Dongfang Xing was a bit apprehensive: "You care too much about other people's affairs."

Xiahou Huan'er was very innocent: "Master Xing, I just talked nonsense with him, do you want to eat like this?"

"I'm not happy, you put your mind on other things." Who made him a man with a strong desire for monopoly.

Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hand to support her forehead, she was a little bit dumbfounded, she might have to bear this man in the future.

But she doesn't reject this feeling, maybe this is the so-called no grain of sand in the eye of the beholder!
Commonly known as guilty.

One one one
Just when Luo Yusi was looking for Ao Bing to the point of going crazy.

Aobing, however, had a great time playing in the deserted canyon.

Occasionally, she would miss Locus, but there were too many interesting things to do in the canyon, and her attention was quickly diverted.

Sometimes I ran to catch butterflies, sometimes I ran around chasing small animals, and sometimes I ran to the stream to catch fish and shrimp...

Before getting tired of these games, Luo Yusi's figure is destined to be left out in the cold.

And the man lying on the ground covered in injuries, after drinking her blood, his body began to repair automatically.

But the situation was not optimistic, because his mind was blank and he couldn't think of anything.

I only remember a clear and childish melodious laughter constantly coming from my ears, which miraculously calmed his violent and restless heart.

Tired of playing, Ao Bing finally remembered that he still had to take care of that sick weirdo.

When she ran back to his side, she saw that he had opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment, and she couldn't help being pleasantly surprised: "Hey, uncle, you're awake."

Uncle?

Is he that old?

The man barely propped up his upper body, and the handkerchief on his forehead fell off. He picked it up and saw that the handkerchief was very delicate and beautiful. It could be seen that it was for a girl, and there was an ice character embroidered on the corner.

Aobing immediately stretched out his hand to him, with a sweet and childish smile on his lips: "Uncle, this is my handkerchief."

"Your?" The man's voice was very hoarse.

Aobing nodded fiercely: "Yes, you are sick, that's why I lent you the cold compress, now that you are cured, you can return it to me."

The man looked at her, and from her face, he thought of eight words: innocent, pure and flawless.

There was a faint female fragrance on the handkerchief, and he was a little reluctant to return it to her.

He looked at her with longing eyes: "can you give me this handkerchief?"

"Ah..." Ao Bing shook his head in embarrassment: "This is the handkerchief Yu gave me, I am reluctant."

The man's heart sank, his scarlet eyes flickered slightly: "Who is Yu?"

Ao Bing frowned, and immediately reached out to snatch back the handkerchief he was clutching in his hand, stuffed it preciously into his pocket, pouted and said, "Yu is Yu, I can't give you the handkerchief." He will be very angry if he loses the handkerchief he gave himself.

A savage aura flashed across the man's scarlet eyes, and he was about to explode.

Ao Bing suddenly raised a sweet smile: "I still have a lot at home, I will bring them to you when I get home."

The man looked at the innocent and childish smile on her face, and found that he couldn't get angry.

"My name is Aobing, you can call me Bingbing, what's your name? I seem to have met you somewhere, but I forgot your name." Aobing stretched out his hand and scratched his head, asking very distressed.

The man squinted his eyes halfway, and tried hard to think of his name, but his mind was blank. He didn't think of anything, and instead made his head ache.

(End of this chapter)