Zhao Lan saw her daughter so careful, and her heart was very moved: "You, this child, I just can't move with my right hand, and I can't move with both hands. I can eat with my left hand."

"Well, mother, eat it now, it's still hot, it's not good to be cold." She smiled and lost a piece of chicken into her mouth.

The meat is very chai, no salt, no taste and no taste. Fortunately, it is a pheasant. It has a fresh fragrance. Otherwise, she will spit it out.

"Hu Feng, your craft is really bad -" Hu Bo folded, this dish must be done by Hu Feng.

Hu Feng only did not hear, looked at the distance with a faint look, I do not know what to think.

Not long after, the white pheasant went out with an empty bowl.

Hu Feng stood at the door, standing straight and standing with his hands on it. On his body, there seemed to be a noble and extravagant elegance. The lines were as clear as the knife, and the depths were as deep as the pool. The confusion of the past.

She handed the bowl to him: "What are you thinking?"

Hu Feng returned to God, took the bowl, and shook his head: "Nothing."

"Let me guess, you are thinking, what kind of person you used to be, where you live, what kind of family you have, why have you been missing for so long, no one has come to find you, right?"

Hu Feng sideways, the light faint sweep across her face, the small face of the palm of the hand, the bruises and bruises all over the place, can not see her original appearance, only those eyes, clear and unforgettable.

Seeing him keep silent, she asked again: "If I have cured you one day, you have recovered your memory. Then, will you leave?"

"Yes." He barely hesitated, and the answer that blurted out his mouth was his most sincere answer.

She asked again: "What about Huber? If you leave, what should he do?"

"He is my aunt, there is a place where I am, naturally there is him." Still no hesitation, this answer seems to have been deeply rooted in his heart.

She was relieved, and it was originally in his heart that Hu Bo was in his heart.

Hu Bo is a good person. Baba’s rescue of his uninformed person, treating him as a son, is heart-wrenching. If he is a white-eyed wolf, it will really hurt Huber’s heart.

"Hu Feng, I promise you that I will cure you." She leaned her head slightly and looked at the man who was tall and sturdy in front of her eyes. The confidence in her eyes exudes a dazzling light.

He lost his mind for a moment, then nodded: "Remember your promise." He looked at the sky. "It's not early, I should go back, there is something to come to me."

He strode away, like a gust of wind, quickly disappeared into her eyes.

Just about to turn back to the house, Bai Laotai and Liu, who had been behind the big house door, rushed out.

"Dead gimmicks, not too fast to take." White old lady stretched his old face and shouted.

Bai Hao touched his belly: "I am afraid I can't get it now, at least tomorrow."

Liu listened to this and sighed with anger: "Little slut, have you eaten all?"

The face of Bai Yan was three minutes cold: "Who is it?"

Liu pointed to the white scorpion: "Oh, of course, you are swearing at you, raising for twelve years, raising a white-eyed wolf, and learning to eat a single food. Don't forget, you are this white family, no matter what it is." White House, that belongs to the White House, and there is no reason for you to enjoy it alone."

The white scorpion is cold and cold: "The swearing person yells at me, I recognize, who makes the **** scream, but the swearing swears at me, I can't afford it."

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