The girl who wears fast

Chapter 1347 My sister is a love brain (10)

"It's been a month since I was discharged from the hospital, what else can I have a problem with?" Mu Chaoheng raised his arm towards Hu Shichu, showing her his bulging muscles, "Look, does my body seem to be unbearable?"

"Who knows, what if you are strong on the outside and doing something on the inside?" Hu Shichu challenged him.

"Hey, I'm not you." He said and looked at Hu Shichu's whole body contemptuously, "Little weak chicken."

"Hehe, if I'm a weak chicken, then you're a bull with strong limbs and a simple mind." Hu Shichu countered with eloquence.

Seeing that sparks were flying between the two of them and they were about to fight, in the end Mu Chaoheng took a step back in a self-proclaimed gentlemanly manner: "I don't have the same knowledge as you."

"You can't say no to me, right?" Hu Shichu sneered.

Mu Chaoheng hesitated to speak, resisting the urge to fight back.

Suddenly his straight nose moved, and he asked curiously, "What's your smell? It smells good." He moved closer to Hu Shichu, bowed his head and sniffed.

"You can smell it all? A dog's nose?" Hu Shichu lowered his head and sniffed his arm, and smelled a smell of potatoes stewed with beef brisket, which hadn't finished yet, but there was only a little bit left.

She was very surprised, and asked him with bright eyes, "Then can you smell what I smell like?"

"...meat? The smell of beef?" Mu Chaoheng replied hesitantly, "It smells good. Which restaurant did you eat at? I'll go there when I'm free."

"Haha, I made it at home myself." Hu Shichu said proudly, "I'm good at cooking."

"Where is your home?" Mu Chaoheng asked this irrelevant question abruptly.

"What do you want to do?" Hu Shichu immediately recovered from his slack and stared at him vigilantly.

"What are you thinking? I just want to go to your house for a meal! Don't act like I want to persecute you. You let me persecute me and I still hate it." Mu Chaoheng rolled his eyes and said.

When Hu Shichu heard his words, he sneered and said, "Since you despise me so much, then don't even think about coming to my house for dinner!"

"Hey, I said something wrong. Ms. Hu is kind, generous, noble, elegant, gentle and considerate. She definitely can't bear to see me, a person who was just injured in a car accident, eating unnutritious takeaway all day long..." Mu Chaoheng immediately understood the situation. I changed my tune.

Hu Shichu looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't you rich? Why don't you hire a nanny if you want to eat well?"

Mu Chaoheng said: "I don't like having outsiders in my family."

"Oh, then why don't you just order takeaway from a high-end restaurant?" Hu Shichu didn't think he couldn't order it. As long as he had money, what takeaway could he not order?
After Hu Shichu said so much, he just didn't agree to his request for a meal. How could Mu Chaoheng not see that she was rejecting his request for a meal?

But is he someone who gives up so easily?Of course not, so he was only disappointed for a while, and planned to make persistent efforts to beg again in a few days. Anyway, she lives here, and the monk can't escape the temple if she can run away...

Mu Chaoheng, who didn't feel that he was too thick-skinned at all, thought confidently.

Hu Shichu didn't know that she had been tricked by him. She finally recalled that she had the identity of a "white angel", so she asked him politely: "Mu Chaoheng, has your memory recovered? I think you are doing well now." OK."

"I haven't recovered. I live well because I have money in my card." Mu Chaoheng said the Versailles speech.

Hu Shichu wanted to roll his eyes again, this man is so direct and magnanimous that people want to punch him twice and bring hatred.

"Aren't you curious about your real identity?" Hu Shichu was really surprised, because these days, except for people in extremely remote mountainous areas who have not registered a registered permanent residence, it is impossible for people without identity to exist, and Mu Chaoheng With this appearance, it is said that he is a black household in a remote mountainous area, and ghosts would not believe it.

"Curiosity. I went to the police station a few times to ask them to help me check my identity, but they couldn't find it at all. It's useless to be curious." Mu Chaoheng didn't seem to care about his identity at all. The life I have remembered for more than twenty years does not feel too much inconvenience.

Hu Shichu took a look at his three-dimensional, exquisite features and superior bone appearance, and tentatively said, "Maybe you are a foreigner?"

"Even if you are a foreigner, you should have an entry record, right?" Mu Chaoheng looked at her speechlessly.

"That's right." Hu Shichu nodded, his eyes suddenly opened wide, "Could it be that you came here illegally?"

Mu Chaoheng rolled his eyes: "Where did you smuggle from?"

"I don't know, the border line!" Hu Shichu said casually, suddenly remembered that he lost his memory because of a car accident, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, found a blind spot, and immediately said to him excitedly, "Didn't your accident be caused by a car accident? Then Who owns the car you're driving? If you know the owner, wouldn't you be able to find out your identity?"

Mu Chaoheng rubbed his forehead and said, "Hu Shichu, have your brains been eaten by dogs? Could it be that the police can't think of things you can think of? They checked and the car I was driving was rented."

Hu Shichu was immediately disappointed. She thought she could find out the real identity of this person, but she was still at a loss. She angered Mu Chaoheng: "You must be a person with complicated identities who can't see the light. You just want to be an international mercenary." , killer... Otherwise, how could the identity not be found out?"

Mu Chaoheng rolled his eyes: "Read less dog blood TV series and novels, it will lower your intelligence."

"Ah! What about your bank card? Doesn't it have identity information on it?" Hu Shichu slapped his head.

"It's an anonymous card from the International Bank." Mu Chaoheng calmed down her excitement with one sentence.

"Forget it, forget it, you should be a black household here for the rest of your life." Hu Shichu waved his hand at him and sighed.

"It's not a black household. The police gave me a temporary ID card." Mu Chaoheng said to her with a serious smile.

"Could you just hate me if I say a word?!" Hu Shichu became angry, and scolded him with his arms akimbo.

"Girls, don't do this, it's rude and indecent." Mu Chaoheng didn't seem to see her anger, so he pulled her hands away from her hips and said, "Be a good girl, don't be fooled by this The action ruins the temperament."

Hu Shichu's anger that was just about to burn was extinguished by his next sentence: Forget it, he said I have temperament...

Hu Shichu decided to be generous, but he didn't care about making himself speechless.

As a result, the atmosphere between the two of them eased up inexplicably, and Hu Shichu was urged by Mu Chaoheng at some point to let her run together.

It wasn't until she came home from the run, sweating profusely and panting, that she realized: He's meowing, she just wanted to take a walk to digest food, and she didn't plan to run!
Mu Chaoheng was in a good mood. Although Hu Shichu was always against him, in this strange world without memory, he was the person he was most familiar with. Seeing her, Mu Chaoheng felt that he was not alone. Living in this world, the anxieties and fears of memory loss are all swept away.

(End of this chapter)