…… There is no way to do it, and the system doesn't have the guts to confront Twilight now. Bookmark this site

Besides, other people's memories, even if Twilight got them, he wouldn't be able to know the contents.

Taking a step back, the host's loss of memory is not necessarily a bad thing, she is always prone to impulsiveness and desperation when it comes to things related to Shen Zhihan.

Now that there is no memory, the system thinks it is a good thing, and it does not do anything endlessly, erasing all the remaining memories during the period of Tang Mint recuperation.

After thinking of Shen Zhihan, who was getting more and more terrifying, the system was a little cowardly, thinking that the host basically didn't need a golden finger anyway, so he simply set up a strategy program and implanted it in the host.

At the end of the three-year period, he left the plane directly.

It didn't dare to continue to show up in front of Shen Zhihan's fragments, after all, his life mattered.

After doing all this, the system looked at Tang Mint, who was still unconscious, and said, "Host, come on." ”

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When Song Tang came home from school, he saw that the servants were busy, and Mrs. Song, who always held the shelves on weekdays, was in a hurry to direct the scene at the moment.

"The eldest young master is allergic to pollen, so put away all the things related to flowers."

"That painting, eh, be careful, it's the eldest young master's favorite famous painting, don't knock it."

The Song House, which was a little deserted in the past, is very lively at the moment.

Song Tang stood in place with her schoolbag on her back for a while, and the servants came and went, ignoring her, the fourth lady of the Song family.

She tightened her hand holding the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, and after a while, she walked up to Weng Lan and whispered, "Aunt Lan." ”

Weng Lan heard it, but he didn't hear it.

Commanding the servants to pack up their things, by the time it was over, it was already more than ten minutes had passed.

She seemed to have just realized the existence of Song Tang, and gave a handout: "School?" ”

The seventeen-year-old girl looks pure and fair, and with a always cautious demeanor, she is like a little white rabbit.

She nodded, standing to the side in a proper manner.

"Your eldest brother came back from the United States today, and the family will have a meal together in the evening, remember to come down on time." Onland Road.

"Got it, Aunt Lan." Song Tang's voice was a little low: "Then I'll go back to the room first." ”

Weng Lan hummed: "Go ahead." ”

Song Tang turned around and went upstairs, his close-fitting school uniform lined with a thin waist, and his legs were straight and slender, white and glowing.

When she arrived on the second floor, she met her second brother Song Jingxuan around the corner, and she stopped to say hello: "Second brother." ”

Song Jingxuan's gaze paused on her face, and then he hummed and passed by her.

The two of them walked in opposite directions, and when they were about to go down the stairs, Song Jingxuan stopped and looked back at Song Tang's back - why does Song Tang seem to be getting more and more beautiful these days?

Last week, I heard that I met a few thugs who were robbed on the way out of school, and when I came back, I had a high fever, and when the fever subsided, why did people look more energetic than before?

Playboy Song Jingxuan pressed the root of his tongue against his jaw, a little eager to try...... Anyway, she is an adopted daughter, and she is not related by blood.

He went downstairs and saw that the living room was hot, and he was a little annoyed: "Isn't it that Song Youchen is going back to China?" As for such fanfare, Mom, don't forget, I'm your own son. ”

Weng Lan got angry when he mentioned this: "You also know that you are my own son, but whenever you and Jingyi are angry, do I need to pull down my old face to please other people's sons?" ”

Song Jingxuan sighed, and hung in the sofa and crossed Erlang's legs. 166 Reading Network