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So... What's the reason he did it?

Wu Dahu looked at him and thoughtfully said, "maybe we missed something."

Song QingHan looked at a loss and was just about to ask what they had missed. A gentle force came into his waist. The voice of Wu Dahu sounded behind his ears.

"It's time to go to bed. It's almost time to find Xiao Yan tomorrow."

After a while, when song QingHan came to his senses, he was already lying on his back in bed. In front of him was Wu Dahu's expressionless face, which seemed inexplicably cute.

Song QingHan didn't know what he thought. When the idea of loveliness flashed in his mind, he stretched out his hand directly and grabbed Wu Dahu's cheek.

Wu Dahu is not thin, but there is almost no extra fat on his body, so different from the greasy and fat feeling of Xiaoshi, Wu Dahu's face is much more elastic when pinched.

Thinking of this, song QingHan even pinched it again, but he didn't realize that Wu Dahu's eyes darkened when he looked at him.

"Is that enough?"

Song QingHan suddenly wakes up. Seeing Wu Dahu's eyes like a wolf, he reflects a faint green light. He quickly retracts his hand and says, "bad, almost enough..."

Wu Dahu's body suddenly tilts forward. Song QingHan's eyes widen and he looks at him like a frightened rabbit. A smile flashes in his eyes and reaches out his hand Song QingHan mouth slowly stroked, calm way: "there is a little dirty things above."

Song QingHan felt that his heart was beating too fast, so he quickly closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

Having been married for such a long time, his children have a second child. He is still embarrassed. However, after Wu Dahu's amnesia, he is really attractive. There are a lot of routines, and I don't know where he learned them...

this night, song QingHan even had insomnia, tossed and turned in bed for a long time, but he couldn't sleep. His mind was full of thoughts, even he said It's not clear what's bothering him.

A big warm hand suddenly stretched out and pulled him into a warm embrace.

Song QingHan smelled the familiar smell of Wu Dahu, and his heart, which had been floating indefinitely, suddenly became quiet.

He hugged Wu Dahu with his back hand and whispered: "when can you restore your memory..."

Wu Dahu after amnesia is not bad, but he always feels that something is missing, just like eating instant noodles without seasoning bag in his previous life.

Wu Dahu gently patted his back, put his eyes on the gauze, and said slowly, "what if you can't recover all the time?"

He also asked himself this question in his heart. What if he could not recover his memory?

His answer is very simple. If he can't recover, he will follow song QingHan all the time. He will do what he wants himself to do and where he goes.

Anyway, he is the most trusted person in the world.

After listening to Wu Dahu's question, song QingHan thought about it carefully and found that he didn't have any regret in his heart. Anyway, he lived with Wu Dahu all his life. Does the memory before still matter? What's important is that the subsequent experience was created by both of them.

"Then it won't be restored, whatever it is."

The warm breath sprayed between Wu Dahu's nose. After he noticed the touch on his lips, his pupils shrank, which seemed to be unbelievable.

But soon, he did not have time to be shocked. He rolled his hands around Song QingHan's waist and said, "it's said that it can be done in three months...

Song QingHan's face turned red, and he didn't know how he made the kind of action he just did.

But the arrow is on the string, and he has to send it. He is a man of all kinds. What's so shy about this kind of thing?

After trying to understand this, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said provocatively: "yes, how can...

before he finished speaking, a familiar breath sealed his open and closed mouth.

The room is full of beautiful scenery, and the extra energy is completely released by the two people, which gives the air a touch of ambiguous color.

After that, song QingHan was paralyzed on the bed, so tired that he didn't want to move his fingers. In a daze, he only felt that Wu Dahu had wiped his body for him. His head was tilted, and he fell asleep in a moment.

The next morning, when song QingHan opened his eyes, he subconsciously touched him. What he felt was not a piece of cold, but the warm body of Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu grabbed his hand and put it in his heart. His eyes were burning and he said in a soft voice, "are you awake? Do you want to sleep a little longer? "Song QingHan felt Wu Dahu's regular heartbeat rhythm. He slowly picked up a smile and shook his head. He threw himself into his arms like a coquettish, rubbed his chin with his head, and whispered, "no sleep, it's time to get up and do business."

Looking at his whole-heartedly dependent appearance, a smile flashed in Wu Dahu's eyes. He reached out and picked him up. He helped him put on his clothes and shoes. He said slowly, "sleeping is also a business. You can't delay anything. Your body matters."

Song QingHan felt the warmth in his heart. When he was ready to say something, there was a sound outside.

Wu Dahu's eyes congealed, and strode out, like yesterday, he carried two bowls of pig like food and came in.

But what was different from yesterday was that the two men even came in with their hands behind their backs and said with arrogance: "Lord Xiao Yan ordered us to watch you finish the breakfast he specially sent to us. Eat it quickly!"

Song QingHan frowned and said calmly, "I'm not used to having outsiders when I eat. I hope the two adults can be flexible. We will definitely eat the food that Lord Xiao Yan sent us."

After listening to song QingHan's words, the two people sneered and said in an indisputable way: "if you eat, you can eat. Where can you get so much nonsense?"

Wu Dahu took a look at Song QingHan, picked up one of the bowls and said, "I'll eat it first. You just get up and have no appetite. Please slow down."

With that, he raised his neck and quickly poured the bowl of pig food into his mouth and drank it clean.

The taste was not as bad as he thought. Although it looked cloudy, it was no different from boiled water. After drinking one bowl, Wu Dahu still had some ideas. He took another bowl and poured it into his stomach.