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Chapter 367 If You Can’t Escape, Let It Be Natural (2)

Did she really lose her memory?As elegantly said?
He stepped in steadily, with a gentle voice like the wind blowing gently:
"Yes, Yingying, I'm calling you. Don't you remember me?"

She just glanced at him, Wubo's eyes were stained with confusion, "Don't ask me such a question, I hate answering."

She seemed to resist the question.

Or, it's nature.

After amnesia, people are even more arrogant and arrogant.

In the past, she would pretend to be elegant, calm and composed, but now she has no scruples at all.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I asked something that shouldn't be asked, so... let's go home." Xiao Enze had a gentle smile on his lips, and then focused on her with extremely gentle eyes, really, so softly It is impossible for anyone to hate the eyes that are like dripping water.Seeing that she didn't respond, he slowly stretched out his white left hand, "Come on, let's go home."

"go home?"

Su Ying was puzzled, as if she was asking—does she have a home?
"We are a family. Don't you believe me?" At this moment, Xiao Enze took out his wallet from his pocket, and put a photo of the two of them in the wallet.One is himself, and the other is Su Ying.She was sitting, and he was standing behind her, holding her shoulders, looking very intimate.The photos are very real, and there is no trace of PS at all.

Su Ying stared at the photo for a long time, "Oh, I really know you..."

At this time, Xiao Enze felt a little lucky. He took this photo with her a month after she came back, and he has kept it until now, "Let's go, let's go home."

He just wanted to hold her hand, but she immediately avoided it.

"I'm not used to getting too close to strangers." She refused flatly.

When Xiao Enze heard this, he was startled.

The hand that was in mid-air was retracted.

Sure enough—after amnesia, her temper became much more direct.

Su Ying got up, picked up the backpack with one hand, and walked towards the park intersection in a swaggering manner.

It's not elegant anymore, but a little more ruffian.

(End of this chapter)