Song Luoshen didn't smile anymore, glanced at the guy who was pestle here like a dumb melon, and said coldly: "Aren't you getting married tomorrow? What are you doing here? Why don't you go back and have a good rest, waiting to be your groom official tomorrow!"

Ang Lee remained motionless, just sat there and didn't speak.

Song Luoshen glanced at him coldly.

"Aren't you amnesia?

"What's your name?"

Comrade Li An, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, but what he said was ridiculous.

Rao is Song Luoshen, and his breathing can't help but be short, and he even has the mind to bombard.

But then, thinking of why this guy became like this, and what he had experienced in the past six months to be able to reappear in front of her, thinking of this, Song Luoshen's face involuntarily slowly eased again.

"You don't even know my name, so why are you coming to me? ”

Although it is still not very polite, Song Luoshen's tone is no longer so indifferent, more like a girl fighting with her boyfriend.

"I can't even remember the past. No matter who it is. ”

Comrade Li An explained, his expression was so serious and sincere.

Looking at him like this, Song Luoshen really couldn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth bent slightly, but then he retracted.

"You have forgotten yourself, who else can you expect to remember. ”

Comrade Li An was speechless.

The scene fell silent.

Song Luo looked at Li An.

Ang Lee, on the other hand, kept his head down and stared at the floor.

"Remember, my name is Song Luoshen, the Song of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the Luo Shen of Luoshen. ”

Song Luoshen finally spoke.

After all, if she didn't speak, this guy would probably be able to sit with her all night.

Comrade Li An raised his head and his eyes were sincere.

"I'm afraid that the god of Luoshui back then couldn't compare to you. ”

This is not a compliment or a compliment, but a heartfelt word.

Before he came, he didn't have the heart to think about what the other party looked like, but he really didn't think that his childhood sweetheart in Qin Yuyi's mouth was so fragrant and unbelievable.

Facing this guy's clear and sincere eyes, Song Luoshen smiled dumbly, no matter how angry he was, he slowly began to dissipate at this time.

"Don't think that if you say a nice word or two, I will forgive you, I came all the way and was a prisoner for a few days, but you turned out to be good, but you talked about marriage with someone, and told you, I am not done with you!"

Song Luoshen suddenly stood up, walked into the bedroom, and took out the phone.

She glared viciously at a comrade who almost played herself as a married man, then walked to the window and dialed a call with her mobile phone.

"Auntie, I found him. ”

The phone was connected, and she changed her previous bad tone and spoke softly.

Comrade Li An did not eavesdrop, and sat on the sofa calmly.

Two or three minutes later, the other party ended the call and walked back.

"Remembered. ”

The other man looked down at him and spoke in a tone that he couldn't understand.

"Your name is not Ang Lee, your name is Li Futu!"