Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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An Zhensheng holds a fashion magazine in his hand and his mental state recovers well.

His face still looks pale, but it doesn't look very tired.

"Brother -" Xia Qingrou gently called him. He was a little bit stunned. After two or three seconds, he slowly looked up and looked at him with a shallow smile on his lips.

"This is my brother's previous..."

"Classmates." Luo Dust said this sentence almost at the moment when Xia Qingrou was about to say it.

"Hello." He nodded softly, and the bright scorpion was a little gentle, but more strange.

At this moment, Luo Ding only felt the heart squeaking, and there was an unspeakable bleakness.

The gaze that was once so hot, suddenly became extremely strange.

Such strangeness made her not even dare to look at his eyes. Every time I look at it, there is a feeling of suffocation.

However, at this moment, she must have a smile. Looked at him: "Do you feel better?"

The tone is relaxed and relaxed, but the hands in the pocket are sweating.

Standing on the side of Xia Qingrou gently rubbed his eyebrows, and at this moment he could not help but drop his tears.

She seems to be the best spectator who understands their two loves. The kind of sadness and desolateness, no one knows better than her.

"Yeah." Ann said politely put down the magazine in her hand and looked at her clear eyes: "Your eyes are beautiful."

A familiar look seems to have a deep fascination with such a look at a certain moment.

"You said this before." She squinted and leaned over, looking at his delicate eyebrows, his mouth slightly raised: "An Zhensheng, my name is Luo Dust."

The shattered sunlight slowly sprinkled in from the window, and the snowflake with goose feathers slowly fell.

Teenagers and girls look at each other and smile at each other.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is probably the best way of youth.

"咔嚓", the door of the room was opened instantly.

The introduction of the eye is a person who can't think of the dust in any way - Liang Bingbing.

Well, his parents.

Behind them, they followed the An’s couple.

Liang Bingbing glanced at her and her eyes were full of pride.

She looked up and said something to her father Liang Zhi, and Liang Zhi nodded thoughtfully.

Then, the next second. Liang Bingbing rushed straight up, and rushed over for a moment, pushing Luo to push the dust, and then fell to the arms of An Zhensheng: "Asheng, you are really scared to death."

An Zhen’s eyebrows were tight and she wanted to push her away, but it stopped the action because of the strangeness to the world.

His gaze looked subconsciously to the side of Luo, and there was a complex emotion in his eyes.

"Ice, my uncle and aunt are all there, how can you be so rude." Liang Zhi turned his face and smiled, and said to An Yang: "This is spoiled by me, no rules."

An Yang hurriedly shook his head and said: "Liang brother, you are too out of sight. We will be a family in the future. What is this?"

Amnesia’s amnesia is a great news for An Liang.

After all, it was impossible for him to accept this marriage before. Now his life is blank, which is equivalent to starting from scratch.

So belong to his previous story, how to make it, rely on a mouth.

"Asheng, she is your fiancée, called Liang Bingbing." An Yang's voice screamed vigorously throughout the ward, swaying every cell in the body.