Looking at the scar on the young man's arm in front of him, it must have been a lot of injury at that time.

Chen Mengtian stretched out his hand, pulled down Jiang Zebei's sleeve, pouted and snorted coldly: "Then let's draw." ”

Jiang Zebei smiled and withdrew his arm, and responded, "Okay." ”

"Alright, let's eat."

Chen Mengtian's stomach is singing empty city plans again.

As for what Aunt Chen did before, Chen Mengtian decided not to care.

At that time, she had not yet arrived.

She just took that slap for her past life that she didn't know how much.

Seeing the scar on Jiang Zebei's arm, she felt that the dissatisfaction in her heart gradually disappeared.

The two had dinner in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Such a scenario is rare.

Jiang Zebei also tasted Chen Mengtian's braised pork, which was really delicious.

After eating a piece of meat, he was not captured by the delicacies like Long Chen.

Instead, he looked at the girl beside him in confusion.

Aunt Chen's words appeared in his mind again.

Is it contaminated with something unclean?

When a person wakes up, his temperament changes greatly, except that his appearance is like a different person.

The theory of ghosts and gods has been biased since ancient times.

He was skeptical of the idea of ghosts and gods.

But he also worships ghosts and gods and stays away.

Looking at the girl's gorgeous face and vivid expression, he felt that he was thinking too much.

But I want to give it a try.

Jiang Zebei retracted his gaze, continued to pick up vegetables, and asked casually: "Chen Mengtian, do you remember the clothes you wore when you entered Jiang's house?" ”

The sudden question made Chen Mengtian stunned.

She stopped eating and swallowed the food in her mouth.

"Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

Jiang Zebei smiled gently at him, "I suddenly remembered the first time you and I met." ”

Chen Mengtian's eyes showed a look of memory, and suddenly the corners of his mouth pursed and smiled.

It's like recalling the first time she met Jiang Zebei.

No one knew that Chen Mengtian was anxious at this time.

Jiang Zebei asked suddenly, how could she know it at the first time.

The memories of this body were not yet complete, and she had begun to panic inside.

Quickly from his mind, he kept searching for the memory picture of Chen Mengtian coming to Jiang's house.

"Red, peach-colored skirt, that's still the eldest aunt gave me the clothes that my cousin Chen Baozhu didn't wear, and sent me to the door of Jiang's house."

When Jiang Zebei heard this, his eyes flashed, and his hand holding the chopsticks tightened.

"Peach......" he muttered.

Chen Mengtian put away his memory expression and rolled his eyes at Jiang Zebei.

"That's right, I wore a peach-colored dress into Jiang's house, but unfortunately ......"

For the rest of the words, Chen Mengtian deliberately stopped and did not continue.

Jiang Zebei stared at her deeply, his face was the same as before, and he asked indifferently, "What is a pity?" ”

"It's a pity you didn't see it." Chen Mengtian said with a smile, gloating with a face.

In fact, she was extremely nervous.

She also rummaged through her memories and came to Jiang's house.

Otherwise, you will really show your feet.

It seems that Aunt Chen's words still made the young man in front of her doubt her.

Sure enough, when Jiang Zebei heard Chen Mengtian's words, the chopsticks in his hand loosened.

His originally tense face also relaxed a lot.

"Oh? Why didn't I see it? Jiang Zebei asked with a smile.

This question made Chen Mengtian quite disgusted him, "You were still sick that day, and you couldn't open your eyes, and the next day I woke up by your bedside, your eyes widened, and you looked like I was a man-eating monster." ”