"What do you say? Who are you? Who are you? These things are not told to you by the stars, and then you"

"Stars?" Luo Xingchen sneered, "Did you say that?" I don't know where she's sacred, but I do know who made her. ”

"Got it?" Han Yicheng's handsome face was already full of question marks.

Luo Xingchen didn't answer his question, but hooked the corners of his lips, "Do you want coffee?" ”

"Coffee?" Han Yicheng only felt that his chaotic brain really needed to calm down, "Okay, let's have a cup of coffee." ”

He threw the briefcase in his hand onto the large couch.

"Wait a minute!"

Luo Xingchen turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Han Yicheng, who just wanted to sit down, turned his head to look at her back, raised his eyebrows, and followed.

He stood at the kitchen door and saw Luo Xingchen expertly finding coffee and coffee cups from the cupboard.

If you are not familiar with the environment here, you may be a little unable to find a kitchen.

Not to mention finding a place to put cups and coffee in this spacious kitchen.

"I know you won't believe me, after all," Luo Xingchen said as if sensing his presence.

Han Yicheng coughed lightly twice in embarrassment, smiled and said, "Why are you the way you are now?" You must know that although you are beautiful now, you used to look like you."

He didn't go on, changing his appearance generally has only one purpose, and that is to make himself more perfect.

But if this Bai Weiwei is Luo Xingchen, then there is only one possibility for her to change her appearance, and that is to hide her identity.

Why?

"Someone turned me into this and took away my memory. Just last month, I thought I was Bai Weiwei. ”

After brewing the coffee, Luo Xingchen handed a cup to Han Yicheng.

"Yicheng, it's not just that I'm not dead, he doesn't either, he's still alive."

"What?"

Han Yicheng's hand trembled slightly, almost spilling the steaming coffee.

Who he was in Luo Xingchen's mouth, he couldn't be clearer in his heart.

"You mean Zeming is still alive? He's not dead yet? So where is he now? You tell me! ”

Han Yicheng's tone was a little urgent, and he first put the coffee cup on the sorting table.

After a while, he picked up the cup again and took a sip of it.

"Shhh

He frowned, his cup of coffee burned to his mouth, and he subconsciously wiped the corners of his lower lip.

Luo Xingchen knew that everything he said at this time was undoubtedly a fantasy for Han Yicheng.

"I know the assets that Zeming left me, and I have a four-year-old daughter with him, Jin Cute."

"Didn't you say that you were Jin Zeheng's wife? That daughter, isn't it you and Jin Zeheng's child? Do you know how many years Zeming and Xingchen have been dead? How did the child come to be after more than five years? Unless you're gifted and more than a year pregnant before giving birth to a baby, is it possible? Mrs. Jin? Is it possible? ”

Han Yicheng was a little excited, and after yelling, he began to drink coffee one bite after another.

It was as if the coffee would calm him down as quickly as possible.

"Moreover, how are you going to prove to me that Zeheng is your husband." He said as he brought the coffee cup to his lips again.

The cup is empty!

"Would you like another drink?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"No," Han Yicheng put down his glass and walked outside, "What I need is alcohol." ”

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