Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Xia Qingrou jumped directly from the bed twice: "Hello, remember you?"

Luo Ding was not scared by An Zhensheng, but was scared by Xia Qingrou.

This girl should not eat stimulants! No matter how you look at An Zhensheng, it’s not like remembering it...

"That..." An Zhensheng gave a glimpse of the subconscious movement, but it was pulling the arm of Luo Dust directly behind him.

Until it was determined that Xia Qingrou did not have a 'killing' action, he slowly opened his mouth: "Softness... This is a hospital."

"Hey--" Xia Qing softly squinted, and looked down from the bed with a look of embarrassment, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry sorry!"

With a sweet smile on her face, she looked at Luo Ding and An Zhensheng: "You are really a voice circle."

"I can't."

"Your voice is very clean." An Zhensheng turned slightly, and the beautiful nephew looked at her seriously, and spared no effort to praise.

She blinked and it was embarrassing to be in front of An Zhensheng.

This is a very wonderful feeling, you are like the stranger that the other party is most familiar with.

And every word he said makes you feel at ease.

Half a month later, An Zhensheng was discharged.

In fact, he was already good enough, but because of the care of his two old men, he was so far away from hospital.

An Zhensheng did not go back to school, but accepted Anyang’s company.

But there is a so-called fiancee about Liang Bingbing, who has always been gentle, but he has repeatedly refused his father's arrangements.

Dinner table.

"This matter and I have already set up your uncle Liang Bobo, you don't have to say anything more!" An Yang's meaning is very determined, there is no room for retreat.

An Zhensheng put down the tableware, quiet as a teenager coming out of the painting, said faintly: "But I don't like her..."

Although he lost all his memories in the past, he still deeply felt that the girl named Liang Bingbing was definitely not the person he liked.

"Confused!" An Yang put down the chopsticks and said firmly: "In short, the 10th of next month is your engagement ceremony. You can't lose the memory because of the loss of memory."

When the sound fell, he got up in anger and walked toward the study room on the second floor.

An Zhensheng frowned and frowned, and his heart was slightly confused.

At this moment, his clean voice was heard in his mind. Like a clear spring, it can ruin his restless heart.

"You will listen to your father!" Mrs. Ann looked at An Zhensheng's reluctant look. Some of her distressed said: "Although this marriage is politically a bit, it is not too bad..."

Mrs. Ann naturally knows that Liang Bingbing’s arrogant princess is angry, and her mother-in-law always does not want her daughter-in-law to be too delicate.

But there is no way to think about it. In many times in the business circle, Anjia still has to rely on Liang’s help.

Today, An Zhensheng is the only heir to the family.

"In short, I don't love, I never love." He gently put down the tableware, his head hurts.

The terrible thing is that such pain does not bring him pain, but a wonderful pleasure.

As the pain is more powerful, the memories of the past will appear blurred in the brain.

The girl who likes to wear a goose-yellow sweater smiles at her with a green smile.

I can't see my face and I can't hear the sound.

But whenever he saw such a vague figure, he felt so kind.