"Does Yan Que have anything to do with you?" Tan Chuyan asked rhetorically.

"I said, she's my friend!"

"Friend, Yan Xiaoli, if I'm not mistaken, you have amnesia, you can't even remember your own things, can you still remember Yanque's things so clearly?" Tan Chuyan leaned over, staring at her with dark eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

"I ......"

"Remember why I hate you so much?"

"I ......"

"Remember how we got married?"

"No ......"

She slowly raised the magazine and covered half of her face, "That, the show is going to be re-recorded, when do you have time?" ”

"You're changing the subject with me?"

"You don't know, okay?" She squeezed out a smile, "Second Master Tan, am I selective amnesia...... So, you get the idea! ”

"I know a p!" Tan Chuyan was angry, and took the magazine that was blocking her face, "Yan Xiaoli, when did you remember, we are talking in detail." ”

"I can't think of it...... "She's not really Yan Li, how can she remember?"

"Then you're miserable!"

"Why?"

"Because I'll ......," he tore open the magazine and threw it handsomely, "Torture you slowly!" ”

She's not afraid!

It's torture now!

She stared at the magazine in half, "Man, don't be so stingy, okay?" Don't get angry casually, it's easy to get old, and men will also get wrinkled......"

"Yan Xiaoli!" His voice was raised.

"Huh?" She looked at him in mock ignorance.

With this beautiful little face, misty peach blossom eyes, and beautiful moles at the corners of her eyes, Tan Chuyan rarely felt that she had a feeling that she was completely out of temper because she was so beautiful.

"I'll have time to record tomorrow! I'm looking forward to bullying you on the show! ”

"Cut ......" She still thought that Tan Chuyan was going to scare her!

The magazine was torn by him, and suddenly she was in no mood to continue reading, so she immediately went back to her room, turned on the computer and got busy.

The next day, it was drizzling in the sky.

Although Tan Chuyan said that he had time, the program team was still arranging and did not record the show today.

What she didn't expect was that Sheng Sanmu actually buried her ashes today, because yesterday Shengshi Film and Television and Star Comics Agency clarified the news at the same time, so that many people knew that the real comic author had passed away.

She held an umbrella and stood in the distance, watching Sheng Sanmu and the others standing in front of the tombstone, and even in the crowd, she even saw her father, stepmother, and their daughter.

It's so rare that she didn't have a home back for the New Year, but after she died, so many people could still come to see her.

Mom didn't come, and neither did Father Sheng.

"Miss, it's raining heavily." Yun stood behind her and reminded.

"It's fine." She probably won't come again, and this is the last time, with herself.

The clouds accompanied her and stood upright.

Watching the people in front of the tombstone leave one after another, she turned around and walked to the car.

Yun dutifully followed her.

"Mom, Mom, I just saw someone over there, looking at the back, it seems to be Yan Li! My goddess! Yan Haohuan pulled the women beside him and looked excitedly at Yan Li, who had just gotten into the car.

"Be reserved." Yan Mu lowered her voice.

Yan Haohuan glanced at Sheng Sanmu and nodded, but his eyes were still very excited to look at the car in the distance.

At the same time, Sheng Miki's eyes also looked at the car, since he came, why didn't he come, and looked at it secretly?

What is the relationship between Yan Li and Xiaoque?

Friend, I haven't heard of it.

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And Yan Li in the car was staring at the news about her just broke out on the mobile phone screen, scandals, and videos, and the Internet was already noisy.

How could it be...... Such?

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