Lu Ze's injury recovered surprisingly quickly.

Mo Xiaobei gave a cry, looked at Lu Ze and dialed a phone to Zhang Boyan.

In fact, they are not so harmonious these days. She hasn't made trouble yet. He doesn't pay much attention to her. His face is black all day, just as she owes him a lot.

Mo Xiaobei dialed his phone and said it with a trembling voice. Unexpectedly, Zhang Boyan said that he knew it very quietly. There was nothing else, so he hung up the phone.

Mo Xiaobei is a little distracted and feels like a grass nest. He played a conspiracy and is now angry with her.

But with Lu Ze, she couldn't say anything. She sucked her nose and smiled: "yes."

Lu Ze looked out of the window and turned his head: "he's angry."

"Then be angry." Mo Xiaobei said with disgust, and then said, "I'm still angry."

Lu Ze was quiet and only occasionally said a few specious words. He looked at Xiaobei and said softly, "he loves you and has done a lot of things for you. Xiaobei, I forced him."

Mo Xiaobei looked at him with a sour nose.

In fact, she is not a fool. She has long felt that they are not so simple. If she liked Lu Ze so much before amnesia, how could she not want him to be close.

This lost memory must have a lot to do with Zhang Boyan. Too many things are wrong.

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