The wind at night was a little cool, and Ji Li, who had been basking in the sun at his post for a day during the day, felt alive.

Stepping on the land of Pengcheng, she always had a strange feeling - she should have been here and stood in this place - it should be the feeling of the original owner, and it should also come from the ones in her missing memories.

There was a thought in her head that she couldn't stop since it came to her - maybe she could take advantage of this time to retrieve the memories of the original owner, although it might not be of much use, but this time, curiosity was the biggest reason for her.

Zhou Xiaocongee glanced back from time to time, but he didn't look at them, as if he was frightened, so he was always on guard, for fear that the kind of biker party would suddenly appear behind him.

Ji Li could understand her feelings.

Because she feels the same way now, maybe under the influence of various instincts in the original owner's body, she actually feels, expectant and nervous, but she can't tell what this expectation is.

Mr. Jin booked an all-night private room on the Internet, and as soon as he entered, he ordered a song for Zhou Xiaocongee, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was interested in Zhou Xiaocongee.

The little girl pursed her lips and whispered in her ear: "It's better for us to open one ourselves, so that we don't have to eat some sour dog food here." ”

Ji Li smiled and comforted her: "Don't worry, this is not dog food, King Xiang has a dream, and the goddess has no intention, is it better to think about it like this?" ”

Xiao obediently laughed, and his expression was obscene for a while: "That mood is really good enough to explode, but well, why bother with a single dog, Lele, you are not authentic." ”

Ji Lipi didn't smile, didn't bother to pay attention to what she said.

"However, I don't think the goddess is completely unintentional." The little girl muttered, looking at Zhou Xiao's porridge for a long time, and her heart was not very happy.

But because the person who paid the money was Ji Li, she was embarrassed to say something, didn't she see that other people hadn't touched the microphone?

Half an hour passed, and the wheat finally fell into the hands of the others, and then there was a new round of Bamai.

Half an hour passed, Mr. Jin grabbed the boy's wheat next to him and handed it to Zhou Xiaocongee, and sang a love song with her.

Zhou Xiaocongee's voice is very suitable for this song, and it makes people hear a sense of immediacy like the original song.

Ji Li stayed for a long time, and people were bored, squinting his eyes and napping slightly.

The sense of responsibility asked her to stay with a few little girls, otherwise she would have gone back to sleep a long time ago.

After singing the song, there were a lot of coaxing voices in the box instantly, and Zhou Xiaocongee rarely pulled away her short hair shyly: "Let's talk nonsense about locking you all downstairs in the dormitory tonight, and you all go feed the mosquitoes." ”

Mr. Jin looked at her and smiled gently, his expression was gentle, and he only had her in his eyes.

The little boy hung his head on Ji Li's shoulder, grinding his teeth quietly: "I'm so sour." ”

Ji Li: "......"

Little Girl: "Even if they are single dogs, I feel like I have been forced to stuff a mouthful of dog food." ”

Ji Li: "......"

Little girl: "I'm just too sour, I must have been a lemon essence in my last life, why don't you speak." ”

Ji Li's tone was quiet and merciless: "If you are envious, you can find one." ”

Xiao obediently sighed: "Where can those stinky men outside be worthy of Miss Ben, who is beautiful and talented, if you want me to say, there is only one person who has this opportunity to try." She pretended to be shy.