After amnesia, he was with his nemesis

Jiang Bang never entered the kitchen, and stayed at the door to watch Dou Jinglan warm up the meal.It is said to be hot rice, but it is actually put in the microwave.

Jiang Bang looked at the buttons on the microwave oven for a while, and said, "I definitely don't know how to cook."

Dou Jinglan set the time: "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Bang spread his hands: "I don't have any impression of these things at all, most likely I bought them and put them away."

Dou Jinglan: "You guessed it right. I thought you moved into another house when you were a freshman."

Jiang Bang became interested: "Huh? I just started my freshman year? What have I been doing?"

Dou Jinglan leaned on the counter and looked at him, with a smile in his eyes: "The things I brought were piled up in a hill at the courier station downstairs. Someone asked why they were all piled up together. The person who put them in the warehouse said they were all yours. Wait for you." Come get it."

Jiang Bang pointed to the brand-new kitchen utensils in the kitchen. The label that was just removed from the frying pan used by Dou Jinglan today was still on it: "It really looks like something I can do. Did I buy all of these?"

Dou Jinglan pointed to the washing machine: "Except for the washing machine..."

Jiang Bang tentatively asked, "All of them?"

If it's all this answer is obviously more reasonable, if it's not, then it can't be provided by the school itself.

Dou Jinglan continued: "Except for two washing machines, I only bought one for everything else."

Jiang Bang went up to have a look: "Oh, the first one is broken, right?"

"so smart."

With a ding of the microwave oven, Dou Jinglan turned to open it, with a slight tone of voice, and went to take it while wearing insulated gloves.

Two simple dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, and steamed rice.

Jiang Bang swept everything away, but the more he ate, the hungrier he became. He raised his head and yelled, "There are too few bean buns, it's not enough, I'm too hungry—"

"Your satiety has not caught up with your eating speed, you should eat slowly, and be careful of stomach cancer." Dou Jinglan cut him off coldly, "Now should you tell me what happened to that ticket?"

Jiang Bang murmured: "Yes."

He hesitated for a while, and then said: "Actually, it's nothing, I just want to go play with you because you stay in school all day and don't go out. I bought the tickets in advance... I haven't decided how to tell you, so I'm called You found out."

He complained even softer: "I haven't seen you all morning, isn't it normal...I didn't expect you to look for me for so long."

Dou Jinglan moved his hands slowly.

Jiang Bang was only focused on his own thoughts, but he didn't notice that Dou Jinglan's movements froze slightly and returned to normal.

Dou Jinglan sighed: "Why don't you want to tell me? Am I very difficult to speak?"

When he first discovered this ticket, he was not as comfortable as he appeared on the surface.

On the way back to the dormitory, he thought of a few possibilities that Jiang Bang didn't want to tell him, even thought of the worst outcome, but finally dismissed them one by one, and decided to pull the snail out of its shell to ask.

Jiang Bang leaned back in the chair with a relaxed posture.

Staying with Dou Jinglan, he can't straighten up at all, they habitually take off the patch in the dormitory, after all, it's uncomfortable to hold his neck every day, so now when the light sweet smell spreads in the air, he will subconsciously feel sleepy.

Jiang Bang: "I'm afraid you...wouldn't want to accept it."

He pinched one of his fingers to play with, and his eyes naturally fell on it: "Zhegou... Qu Yingzhe told me that your family is not good, and I feel embarrassed by telling you..."

He used the nickname at the beginning, but then changed his name as if he was afraid that it was not formal enough.

"If you don't want to go... We didn't have a good relationship before, and you can still refuse me normally. Is our relationship okay now?"

Dou Jinglan: "So?"

"So you are likely to agree to my request even if you don't like it. I don't want to force you to do this, that is, to ask if you want to go. And I am not short of money, so I will directly I bought..."

Jiang Bang raised his head and smiled at him: "Aren't I embarrassed now? Dou Bao, you are looking for things too fast, I can't hide them."

He lowered his voice: "Now I'm not very happy, I feel like I'm forcing you, so I thought about it for a long time just now, and I didn't think about how to explain it. From your point of view, I just cut it first and played it later, and didn't ask you in advance... And you saw the ticket. The reaction startled me."

Jiang Bang stopped in distress, and found himself talking on the wheel, bowed his head and closed his mouth.

The taste of pheromones in the air also became slightly bitter, like some kind of bitter wine.

Dou Jinglan stretched out his hand suddenly: "Give me your hand."

"Huh?" Jiang Bang held out his hand in doubt, "What's wrong?"

His hand was held by Dou Jinglan.

"How about me?" Dou Jinglan leaned forward slightly, his fingers sank into Jiang Bang's shirt sleeve, and then stopped.

Jiang Bang: "How about what? Very good? Want to talk about the advantages...don't rub my wrist, it itch."

Dou Jinglan shook his head and let go of him: "Wrong."

He went on to say: "A closet of your things, have I moved? Have I expressed dissatisfaction?"

Jiang Bang spread his palm, and the snake-shaped black ring on his middle finger was still on it: "No, you still praised my ring for looking good."

"You pay for something for me, do I have the pride to refuse and then buy it myself?"

Jiang Bang rolled his eyes: "No."

Fruit fishing is considered...Jiang Bang helped him pay, but he took the fruit to himself, rounding it up and Jiang Bang bought a box for himself.

Jiang Bang patted Dou Jinglan's hand on the table, quickly understood what he meant, and said casually, "I want to thank you for giving me something with my money?"

Dou Jinglan chuckled, and grabbed his hand with his backhand: "It's not impossible to eat soft rice, after all, this is a [-] Ochi shirt."

It turned out that he was touching Jiang Bang's shirt material just now.

It was only then that Jiang Bang remembered that Dou Jinglan had worked part-time in countless places, including luxury goods sales, so he was quite clear about these.

Jiang Bang held his collar: "I don't even remember what brand it is..."

Dou Jinglan's hand holding Jiang Bang was hot, as if a strange emotion was surging, but was forcibly suppressed by herself.

With a hidden loss and recovery.

"It doesn't matter at all," he said softly.

His low voice hovers here.

"I'm not that high-minded, and I'm not jealous. How much money you have has nothing to do with me. The ticket I bought won't make me feel that my self-esteem has been challenged or pitiful."

"When I saw the news about the spring outing, I would just turn it off. Because I have nothing to do, I'm bored, but if I'm with you, a ticket is nothing."

"I'm not that poor either. I don't have any elders in my family who need me to support. After college, the money I earned as a tutor exceeded my expectations. It's more than enough to support myself. Besides, I won't agree to you supporting me with an annual salary of 700 million."

Jiang Bang sneered: "Where do I get so much money to support you, don't be a fool."

Dou Jinglan raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Bang who was still smiling: "So, can you trust me?"

Jiang Bang shook him back, and it took him a long time to find his voice, and said: "You are not boring, you are the best person to me after amnesia, you were not one of them before, but now you are one of them..."

"Because a good surprise was discovered by you in advance, and it was wasted."

He shrugged his shoulders, but he didn't realize that the bitterness in his pheromone dissipated silently.

Dou Jinglan: "So can I ask you again?"

Jiang Bang asked blankly, "Why ask again?"

Dou Jinglan: "Didn't I ask if I wanted to go?"

Jiang Bang opened his mouth twice back and forth, he didn't expect a simple sentence to take so long to build up his mind, his face turned red: "...Then, do you want to go with me?"

Dou Jinglan smiled and said, "Very happy."

Jiang Bang seldom saw him smile, and his mood brightened with his smile. Seeing him standing up, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Dou Jinglan: "Pack up your things."

Jiang Bang: "So fast? Is this too powerful?"

Dou Jinglan: "Where is it fast? I'm going on a spring outing tomorrow, have you packed your things?"

Jiang Bang jumped up all of a sudden: "Not really."

Dou Jinglan urged: "Go quickly."

Jiang·Procrastination·汜: "I'll go after you clean up."

Dou Jinglan brought up her sweater that faded after washing, and said indifferently: "I only take two sets, wash one and wear the other."

Jiang Si's teeth were itchy, and he gritted his teeth and went to pack his clothes.

Dou Jinglan stood there watching him pick and choose in front of the closet, raised his hand and glanced at his own.

Touched him just now.

The touch of the hand.

Not his hands, other people's hands.

The hand rests on his nails.

Jiang Bang felt a little cold.

Immediately afterwards, the fingertips moved away from his nails, smoothed the creases between Jiang Bang's knuckles a little bit, and then moved upwards.

Jiang Bang was surprised that the other party took his time and took his time.

Don't know who?

Who did he dream about?

Did he dream of his memory, as before?

Jiang Bang struggled to see who was coming, but his mind was in chaos, as if drowning in a sea of ​​shallow sweet fragrance.

Meanwhile the physical sensation continues.

The hand rubbed against the inside of his wrist until it produced a little ambiguous warmth, and then moved upwards without hesitation.

Jiang Bang raised his arm and wanted to grab it, but he couldn't move that hand, but he couldn't lift it up, he seemed to be strangled by something, the strength was so strong that he gritted his teeth and gasped.

The surroundings became dark, as if it was night.

He is confused.

This is memory?or dream?

But fortunately, he finally opened his eyelids.

The other person's face was extremely familiar, and his breathing was as chaotic as his own.

He saw Dou Jinglan's extremely calm but passionate face.

The other party spoke: "Jiang Bo, don't run away..."

What to flee to?He has nothing to escape, Dou Jinglan is not a monster——

His thinking stopped abruptly, because the hand touched down accurately, causing all Jiang Bang's thoughts to explode in the air.

The opponent's movements were strong and undeniable, and he seemed to be struggling, but was grabbed back abruptly.

He heard his own voice, crying: "Dou Jinglan, no... Get out...!"

Jiang Bang had never heard Dou Jinglan's uncontrolled breathing in real life, as if he wanted to crush the person in front of him and embed it into his body.

I was still talking: "One..."

The word "one" was bitten in his mouth, and then he seemed to be overturned head-on by the waves. The huge weightlessness and head-on blow made Jiang Bang escape from this charming fantasy.

"late."

Jiang Bang jumped up from the bed, his first reaction was to look at the bed next to him.

His throat was hoarse from the morning heat.

"Fuck me..."

"It's a good thing he's not here..."

He swears swearingly, and his Adam's apple rolled for a long time before he added the second half of the sentence. He really couldn't find words to describe his mood at the moment.

Fortunately, Doubao wasn't here, otherwise he really didn't know how to face him now.

Alpha moved his legs, raised a hand to cover his flushed face, and cursed again: "Fuck...how could this be..."

He's in that atmosphere.

reacted.

The tickets at the head of the bed were put together quietly, and the hour hand pointed to 07:30. The morning jogger accurately clicked to open the door and said, "Jiang Bo, the custard buns are sold out today—" so I bought it for you anything else.

His voice stopped abruptly.

The room was in chaos, and Jiang Bang's pheromone smell was seeping out uncontrollably just like the day before estrus.

There is also imperceptible sweetness.

The author has something to say: Jiang Bo: I can’t control myself anymore, I’m convinced.