Lu Sheng slept until dark and didn't wake up, and Luo Xi had already lowered the sound of cooking, but it still disturbed him.

He lifted the blanket from his body and drank the remaining half of the glass of water on the coffee table.

The kitchen door was closed, and the sound of a range hood could be faintly heard inside, and a slender figure was busy walking around behind the glass door from time to time.

He leaned back on the couch with his hands behind his head, and suddenly enjoyed the moment.

Luo Xi gently opened the door, and when he saw that he was already awake, he put the dishes on the table, "You go take a shower, and start eating immediately." ”

He got up and walked to the bathroom.

Her bathroom was small and windowless, and he felt suffocated when he walked around it.

The sink is full of her daily necessities, neatly arranged.

He went to get her towel after taking a shower, and suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar, and he did the action of wiping his face with the towel again, and the familiarity became stronger and stronger.

He must have been here.

As Roshi set up the dishes, he heard him shout in the bathroom, "Are there any clothes I can wear?"

This doesn't seem to be true, when I moved here, I only brought my own clothes and the two little ones.

Roshi searched around the bedroom, his eyes falling to the balcony, where a men's shirt was fluttering in the wind.

This is Lin Ziheng's clothes, the last time he ate here, he accidentally spilled vegetable soup on his body, so she took his shirt to wash, but he didn't come for a few days, and the shirt didn't have time to return it to him.

Roshi knocked on the bathroom glass door, "Here you go." ”

"I didn't lock the door. ”

He stood in front of the mirror, his fingers rubbing his fingers over the newly grown beard on his chin, where there was no razor, and he could only watch dryly.

Roshi pulled the door open a crack and reached in with his shirt hand.

Even before, she didn't have the habit of watching him take a bath in a bright and bright way, not to mention that the only end of peeking at him taking a bath was a mandarin duck bath.

He reached for it.

"The meal is ready, you hurry up. ”

He came out for a long time, but he didn't wear that shirt, and a bath towel around his waist dangled in front of her.

There were countless scars on his body, large and small, and the one on his chest was still obvious, and the wheat-colored skin and these scars had a very evil crippled beauty.

He didn't seem to be very happy, and he was sullen all the time during his meal.

He put down his chopsticks and put on his clothes, his face sinking like a pool of stagnant water that could not be dissolved.

Luo Xi didn't know what was wrong with him suddenly, he was fine before, but he was gloomy all of a sudden.

"You want to go?" she had to put down her chopsticks and look at him curiously.

He replied in a low voice and put on his military coat.

After getting dressed, he lowered his head and put on his shoes, the porch lamp above his head was over his body, his hair was still a little wet after taking a shower, and there seemed to be a circle of broken golden light around him.

She suddenly felt that if he left like this, he would probably not come back, such an intuition made her panic for a while, and she promised Mother Lu that she would definitely let him retrieve his memories and reunite with them as soon as possible.

As soon as Lu Sheng took the shoes, the placket behind him was torn off, and he asked without looking back, "What are you doing?"

"Why are you leaving all of a sudden?" she bit her lip, not knowing how to detain her, and the ghost sent a sentence to say, "I haven't eaten yet, and the fruit is not yet." ”

"Your fruit is different from mine?"

She choked, "How can you know if you don't eat?"

He said, "No, I can't afford to eat." ”

This sour tone made Roshi wonder how she had offended him.

Thinking like this in his heart, his mouth also asked like this, "Lu Sheng, what's wrong with you, what kind of temper do you have?"

Hearing this, he took the shoes for a moment, as if he was stimulated by a certain nerve, and turned to face her, like a high emperor, obviously his eyes were arrogant, but it was not difficult to see a trace of frustration in it, "What's the matter with that shirt?"

Roshi still realized in hindsight, "What shirt?"

His long finger pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "The shirt you just gave me." ”

She finally realized that he was angry with him, and the shirt that didn't belong to him must have made him angry, but he had been patient during the meal, and he decided to pat his ass and leave because he couldn't bear it anymore.

He's ...... Are you jealous?

Luo Xi suddenly laughed at this time, which seemed very unkind, but she just smiled, her porcelain-like face seemed to glow under the corridor lamp, her eyes were like spring water, and she looked at him with a warm smile, "You care a lot about who the owner of the shirt is?"

He coughed unnaturally, turned his face away, and looked like he wanted to save face, "What's the matter with me?"

"Since you don't want to know the way, forget it. Roshi shrugged his shoulders and turned around generously.

She silently counted one, two, three, in her heart, and sure enough, his hand pressed her shoulder, "I'll listen to it without embarrassment." ”

This, he hasn't changed, the same behavior as before his amnesia, the memory is carved the day after tomorrow, but human instinct is innate, and he still dotes on her very much in his bones.

"Take off your clothes first, the smell of gunpowder. ”

Rosie wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"And what am I wearing?" he immediately put on a warning face, "Don't want me to wear another man's clothes." ”

Roshi thought for a moment, "You wait, I'll buy it for you." ”

There is a supermarket downstairs, which sells some daily necessities, including pajamas, but he doesn't have the number he wears, and it is difficult for him to buy suitable clothes in an ordinary small supermarket.

The eldest sister of the supermarket recognized her, and couldn't help but joke at this time, "Mr. Luo, is my husband back?"

Everyone knows that she has children, and if she has children, of course she will have a husband.

Roshi blushed, answered softly, paid the money and left immediately.

"Pajamas should be washed once and then worn, and now they can't be washed and dried, I think the packaging is quite clean, so you can make do with it." ”

He reached out and took it, casually slapping it on his body.

Roshi handed him the underwear again, "You wash it yourself, and hang it on the balcony." ”

He turned his head like an uncle, "I don't know how to do laundry." ”

"Underwear won't be washed?"

"Hmm. He sat down on the couch, "Underwear is also clothes. ”

Roshi took a deep breath, well, she washed.

"Didn't you wash my underwear before?" he asked.

"I used to be your wife, and now I'm you?" she said sourly, putting the fruit on the coffee table.

His eyes lit up, and he picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth, "Now too." ”

"What about Zhou Huiyi? Aren't you all going to get married? Congratulations, remember to give me an invitation. ”

He didn't deny it, his face was unpredictable, and he took the remote control and turned on the TV.

"Whose shirt the hell does it belong to?"

"What do you have to tell you?"

Two people, you sour me, I sour you, and the air pressure around you seems to be getting lower and lower.