Chapter 449

In addition to Jiang Wu, other people look at each other, do not know how to answer.

How could anyone have been able to sleep safely yesterday? Ever since we knew how to revise our memory, we had to make the story perfect like a screenwriter. We had to clean up the things in her room. Except that a locked drawer could not be moved, everything about Jin Zuo had been cleaned up.

Set up a good word, recite the script, the day will be bright.

"Get up early!"

"I didn't sleep..."

Two completely different answers came out of each other's mouths, and there was another awkward silence.

Jiang Wu blinks. I don't know what's wrong with everyone. How can they become so strange?

After all, it was Cui Renyao who replied with a smile: "Jiang Jiao used to go to bed early and get up early. He thought it was a good habit, so I got involved. But I drank coffee yesterday and didn't sleep well at night. When I got up in the morning, he looked like a dish. However, fat man completely let himself go. He spent the whole night chatting with his online sister, which was more colorful than me Is that so? "

Ginger charming curled to curl mouth to go out, conveniently closed the door.

"You've all become runaway horses during the holidays! My brother is right. I'm in good health. I feel that I sleep a little too much. My head aches when I sleep. Let's go and have breakfast. I'm starving to death! "

Without any doubt, she went to the front, holding the handrail of the stairs and stomping down the stairs.

My aunt was busy in the kitchen, frying eggs and bread, frying a few bacon in a frying pan, pouring fresh milk from the milk box, as well as fresh soybean milk and orange juice.

They saw that Jiang Wu was the first one to enter the room. They nodded and laughed. It was a greeting.

Pulling back the stool, everyone sat down for breakfast. The atmosphere was a little silent and embarrassed. Jiang Fu secretly pulled Jiang song to the corner and asked in a low voice:

"brother, why do I have a long scar on my stomach? Never before! "

"Why didn't you sleep in the past?"

Jiang song was so frightened that he forgot her scar.

Wang Li said that memory modification can not be perfect. It must be a loophole that needs to be repaired, but he only has three days. After these three days, no problem can be corrected.

Therefore, we should find as many problems as possible in three days, and then summarize them to his place, so that Jiang Fu's memory will no longer have faults or unforgettable places.

After staying up all night, I thought about it as much as I could, but I forgot about her cesarean section and the scar on her stomach.

Under the temporary deception, Jiang song could only disobey his heart by not opening his eyes, and insisted:

"you had an operation when you were a child."

Jiang Wu thinks her IQ is not enough.

"Surgery? Appendicitis? Appendicitis to open such a way? The place is not so right

She bowed her head and measured her intelligence. She felt as if she had been eaten by a dog and had forgotten a lot of things.

"Well, have breakfast first. If you don't like scars, you can report for a scar removal operation during the holiday and get rid of it."

"Well, take it off. It's ugly."

Jiang Wu rubbed the soft meat on her stomach and felt a little sad:

she felt as if she was fat. Although her limbs couldn't see it, the meat on her stomach relaxed a lot. It seems that recently, she was forced to play crazy training games on the computer and lacked exercise, which made her step into the ranks of middle-aged women.

No, take advantage of the holiday to rest, but also to grasp the health, so that the body's skin and meat up tight.

Jiang song pulled her to the table. She picked up the bread slices cut into triangles, picked up the bacon and fried eggs, sprinkled with salt, padded with green lettuce, and made a simple sandwich. Then she was satisfied and put it into her mouth.

Thinking of something, she raised her head and asked the fat man, "how's Zheng Moyan? Is it all right? If he doesn't change his bad habit of picking up girls, he will die in the hands of women all his life. "

There is no heart, no lungs, no psychological burden.

She twisted her eyebrows. Although she was worried about his injury, what she showed more was her indignation and anger at his irresponsibility for sneaking out to pick up girls during the competition!