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, who had slept for a while, shivered unconsciously, waking up Jing An, who was beside his. Jing An frowned his brows, but he still couldn't help but put the small blanket that was gifted to him by the other person on his leg onto his, gently, afraid that he would discover it.

When they arrived at the radio station, Jing An looked at her, who was drooling profusely from the corner of her mouth. He actually felt that she was very cute, but just as he was about to wake her up, he saw the flight attendant.

Some indistinct thoughts slowly floated back to Jing An's mind, as he listened to what Shang Xiaomo said earnestly. Looking at her, he had no impression of her. He had thought that she would remember something.

"No, my sister said she'll buy it when she comes. I'm unfamiliar with this place. I originally wanted to call you, but I found that my phone can't be found." Shang Xiaomo hid the blanket behind her in distress. She hadn't brought anything with her when she came, and even this blanket wasn't hers.

She had planned to call him, but the phone wasn't there, so she decided to find a place to stay for a few days.

She realized that only her phone was gone, the money in her bag and the card that Shang Yunyun had given her were still there, but her ID card was still there. That way, she would deny that her phone had been stolen.

"What are you hiding? "Then what's there to hide in a small blanket?" Seeing Shang Xiaomo's actions, Jing An couldn't help but laugh.

"How did you know it was a blanket?" She had folded herself perfectly and had been holding him in her arms all this time, so how did he see her?

"How could I not know that it was originally given to me by someone else?" When Jing An said this, Shang Xiaomo finally knew where they had met.

"Is that you on the plane?" Shang Xiaomo looked at Jing An in disbelief. How could it be so coincidental, she calmed herself down and thought, it seemed like the sounds from the plane were pretty similar, and the sunglasses were exactly the same.

Now they were even more embarrassed.

"Since you know me, why didn't you tell me when we were on the plane?" Shang Xiaomo thought. Still, she couldn't resist asking.

"At that time, I did not know that you were Shang Xiaomo. It was only when I saw the photo that I was sure."

"Oh." Shang Xiaomo responded with her head lowered, and did not continue speaking.

Jing An thought that she was unhappy and decided to tease her.

"Give me the blanket." Jing An had no choice but to take it out and throw it in his arms.

"What kind of person is this? Why are you so stingy? How could you give it to her on the plane, and now you're actually asking her to go back? How strange."

As if he had anticipated Shang Xiaomo's true thoughts, Jing An said lightly.

"At that time, I left in a hurry and forgot about this blanket. It was given to me by a little patient of mine. It was pretty important to me."

Understanding the cause and effect, Shang Xiaomo's face turned red as she spoke stubbornly.

"Then just say it earlier. I'll definitely give it to you. Can't your attitude be a bit better?" Shang Xiaomo muttered softly, but Jing An did not hear a single word of what she said.

After he finished complaining, Shang Xiaomo still thanked him politely.

"Thank you." However, she was still very displeased with Jing An's tone back then.

"However, that's my attitude." "No," Jing Tian said.

Seeing her angry look all of a sudden, Jing An's smile became even wider, and he felt that she was really interesting.

"Do you know what you look like now?"

Shang Xiaomo turned her head to the side, she did not want to bother with him, but before she could reply, Jing An coughed and continued, "A fried rabbit."

"Hahaha …" The driver at the front couldn't help but laugh. This was the first time he felt that the car was full of energy. It was usually lifeless.

"What are you laughing at?" Jing An glanced over indifferently, the driver immediately stopped laughing, pretended that he knew nothing, and shook his head, saying fearfully: "Nothing, nothing."

Shang Xiaomo didn't know if she had gone crazy, but she actually saw the shadow of Ji Yanxi on a man she had just met. It didn't look like it was the first time they had been together, but it just had to be him.

"Um, well doctor, I forgot to ask, how did you recognize me?" Shang Xiaomo's unfamiliar address caused the atmosphere in the carriage to freeze.

Jing An cast a sidelong glance at her, "The butterfly knot in your hand is very cute."

Yeah, she's quite cute.

"But are you hurt?" Jing An casually asked.

"Mm, this …" I didn't do this. " Shang Xiaomo had a slight feeling that this place was worth three hundred taels of silver, she had never thought that she had done it herself in the first place.

"I also said that it was you who did it. Is this considered a confession?" Jing An raised his eyebrows, feeling that she looked more like a rabbit, cute and stupid.

"But …" Just as Shang Xiaomo wanted to tell him that it really wasn't her doing, the car had already arrived at their destination.

Shang Xiaomo looked around, but did not expect that his villa would be ancient, it was unique and unique in his modern house, the iron fences automatically opened, allowing the car to enter. On both sides of the road, a faint fragrance of flowers floated into the car, causing Shang Xiaomo to look happy.

"Does it look good?" Jing An whispered into her ear, his voice filled with temptation.

"It does look good." Shang Xiaomo nodded, and asked him curiously, "As a man, why do you like flowers so much? I think your yard is full of flowers. "

"Not me, my mother." When he thought about that woman who was as bright as the sun, a trace of sadness actually flashed across Jing An's eyes, and his voice also became muffled, "When she was still alive, she said that she would be buried under this sea of flowers after her death."

He had never mentioned this to anyone before, but today, for some reason, he actually told this to a woman he had met for the first time.

This sudden sadness made Shang Xiaomo at a loss for words, he could only clumsily pat his shoulder, "Don't be sad, your mother's goal is definitely to leave beauty for you, because this way, when you think about her, you will be able to smell such a nice smell."

It was unknown if it was due to his own words or what it was, but Jing An's expression returned to normal, and he opened his mouth like a ruffian: "It smells good, but …"