Chapter 577

Around 8:00 in the morning, fat people already have a biological clock. They don't sleep late on weekends. Besides, they still have a fatal thing in mind. Just because they are very tired and can't bear it physically, they close their clothes and go to bed to squint for a while. As soon as it's more than 8:00 in the morning, they wake up naturally.

It's a nice day today.

The sun came out, the warm light jumped on the branches, and the green leaves looked green.

He and Cui Renyao opened the door together, looked at each other's chicken coop head, and then dragged a heavy step to the living room.

Zheng Moyan then came out of the room. It seemed that he had not slept all night.

Hu Zha is blue in color, with deep sunken eyes. The corners of his eyes are covered with red blood and black. He has hung his bags under his eyes. He has been haggard for several years. Now he has become a great uncle.

The fat man patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he wanted to open up and relax. Although he was cruel to Jiang Wu, they couldn't help it. Jiang song insisted on being there. After all, they were friends who were not related by blood, and they couldn't do anything to persuade him.

"At least it's good for you. After she reorganizes her memory, she's still your fiancee. Don't pay attention to the gentleman's mentality. I say that when she's ready, I'll marry her as soon as possible, so as to save a long night's dream!"

With a bitter smile, Zheng Mo Yan said to himself:

"do I have time to think about this? I'm not a gentleman. I can't help it I can easily win other women, depending on the beauty, money and routine, but she? I can't, and I don't want to

In the depth of her love, even the glib master of love turned into a fool, fearing hands and feet in front of her.

Because I care too much, I'm afraid to lose.

Three people down the stairs came to the living room, rare table is full when, Jiang song night did not sleep, still not reduce the spirit of sitting in front of the table to eat breakfast, read newspapers, strange mentality.

What's going on? Why is he so calm? Or is there news from Wang Li?

Zheng Moyan opened his dining chair and sat down on the other side. Looking at the steaming millet porridge, knife cut steamed bread and pickled melon and crab generals, he didn't look like instant food bought from outside. He was still in the mood to cook breakfast?

"Well, is there any news from Dr. Wang?"

Zheng Moyan screwed his eyebrows to get to the point.

Jiang song looked at him with a smile, put down his newspaper and said in a slow voice:

"let's have breakfast first. I don't know how many female stars are going to be heartbroken."

"Are you still in the mood to joke?"

Zheng Moyan was very surprised.

It is also at this moment, the kitchen came the voice of Jiang Fu, she came out with a large pot of millet porridge, pear shallow, eyes like stars, a change of madness persistent appearance.

"There are only these at home. Let's make do with them. Although I didn't learn anything about biscuits and cakes, I listened carefully to the Chinese breakfast class. How about trying it today?"

She put the pot on the mat and looked at Jiang song who had tasted it with a smile.

Jiang song bowed his head to blow the porridge on the spoon and gave her a thumbs up.

Jiang Fu got feedback and raised her eyebrows with satisfaction.

Fat man can't believe that he rubbed his eyes. He can only feel that he hasn't woken up in his dream when Jiang Fu appears here and gets along with Jiang song so harmoniously!

Zheng Moyan was even more speechless, looking at her distribution of dishes and chopsticks, put several people's breakfast in front of her, and finally asked the sentence:

"you, are you --"

he wanted to ask, do you remember anything? But it's not right to think about it. The chip really works. Isn't it true that he asked again?

Words like ice in the mouth, spit out and swallow, really tangled.

Jiang Fu put their awkward and suspicious look into her eyes, sipped a smile of relief, and explained:

"you don't have to think much about it. I'm still yesterday's me, but I'm not tomorrow's me."

Looking up at Zheng Moyan's eyes, she is frank and relaxed:

"my brother has decided to support me to find myself in the past, and I am confident to face all this. No matter how much I've made you worry about the past, I promise you that I won't be stupid again, and Zheng Moyan --"

she chooses to talk to him alone and says slowly:

"I'll do it later Operation room, can you accompany me? I want to wake up and see you first. "

"You..." Zheng Moyan's heart is complex. He, who is used to bear no love, has not yet reflected from her words.

"You what you, I just picked up what I had lost, don't worry, I won't choose pain, abandon the warmth that accompanied me for three years."

There was no dream that night. When she woke up, she was relieved and full of courage.

She knew that she was so selfish and that she had to give Zheng Moyan a promise before she could find the past.

No matter what the future will be, at least at the moment, her heart is frank.