At night, the neon flashed outside the window, in front of the wardrobe, Angel pulled, and finally chose a white dress, picked a pair of high-heeled shoes of the skin color, cleaned up, and drove to the Japanese restaurant with wine.

In the private room, Xuanmei and Lu Haoran had been waiting for a while, and when they saw Anqi coming, they pulled her to sit down.

"I have to say, the place we are looking for in Xuanmei tastes authentic." Angel said to Xuanmei with a smile.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, Chen Anqi, what's the matter with you, this is the place I and our Xuanmei are looking for together, just praise her?" Lu Haoran puffed out his cheeks and pretended to be angry and glared at Anqi.

"Okay, okay, feel bar in a while, I'm in for a treat, we're not drunk and don't go home, are you satisfied?" An Qi followed Lu Haoran and said that she had known each other for five or six years, and she still didn't know what this kid was doing.

"That's pretty much it."

After eating, a few people drove to FEEL, this bar is one of the best in Liucheng, the environment is good, and the wine is good.

A few people booked a private room, sang and drank until more than one o'clock in the middle of the night, and they were almost drunk, Lu Haoran called two substitute drivers, and the first one came, and Anqi let Xuanmei and Haoran go first.

He staggered towards the bathroom, and bumped into the wall as he walked, Angel touched it, "Hey, why is it soft?" Looking up, "Oh, Mr. Song, what a coincidence, you are also here." ”

Song Chen had a cold face, hugged Anqi horizontally, walked out the door, got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and kicked the accelerator......

"Mr. Song, you slow down, I think, I think, I want to vomit, vomit~~ Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I soiled your clothes."

"If you throw up again, you'll see how I clean you up." Song Chen has a habit of cleanliness, endured the discomfort in his heart and drove the car to the gate, took off his coat, threw it in the trash can on the west side of the gate, returned to the car, saw that Anqi was already asleep, picked it up and walked upstairs, and carefully put it on the bed.

I washed a towel, gently wiped her face and hands, and secretly thought in my heart, it turns out that you have amnesia, so you don't remember me, whether you don't remember, forget that summer, one day, you will come back again, Luoluo.

The next day

In the bedroom, the sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling window, Angel rubbed her eyes and stretched her waist, "I slept so soundly." ”

Angel sat up and glared, what's the situation, where is this? It's not Xuanmei's house, Angel hammered the hammer and lifted the quilt, but fortunately, the clothes are still there.

Tiptoeing downstairs with his mobile phone bag, "Where are you going?" ”

This is? Song Chen's voice? An Qi turned back, "Mr. Song, what a coincidence, you are also here!" "Yes, it's quite a coincidence, this is my house, I don't know who begged me to take her home last night."

"Mr. Song, I'm really sorry, I drank a little bit yesterday, I don't remember much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to disturb you, I'll leave now."

"Come back, sit down and eat breakfast before leaving."

"No, Mr. Song, I'm not hungry yet, Gollum ......" I'm really angry.

At this time, a woman about fifty years old came out of the kitchen with a dinner plate, put the food on the table and said, "Miss, young master, please eat." ”

"Eat,"

Angel sat on the chair and looked at the food on the table, all of which she loved to eat, this aunt was so good at her own taste buds, thinking that she had eaten almost, she raised her head and looked at Song Chen opposite, Song Chen lowered her head, probably just after taking a shower, her hair was not dry, so she looked really good, and it was really different from what she saw during the day.

However, looking at Song Chen, An Qi always had a very familiar feeling, where had she seen it, An Qi couldn't remember, "Mr. Song, have we met?" Song Chen didn't look up, his eyes were fixed, and he said, "We? Where have we seen it? ”

"Well, well, maybe I'm mistaken. Mr. Song, then I'll go first, thank you for your breakfast. ”

Out of the gate, Angel felt that this road was also very familiar, and then looked back at the villa, well, it was also very familiar, Angel thought about it, and felt that she had thought too much, she should not have been here, and it was impossible for her to be here.

Jingle bell~~

"Hey, Mom"

"Okay, you, now that you've learned not to go home at night, don't you take my mother in your eyes, woo woo_"

He choked up as he spoke

"Mom, listen to me, things are not as ...... as you think"