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Shao Heng opened his eyes and looked at her without a word. After a long moment, he barely managed to reply. "Hm?"

Xiao Tang took in a deep breath, reached her hand across the line of pillows, poked his shoulder, and asked with a trembling voice:

"We, in the future …" Yes To... Go Back... Your parents live here, or... Living alone? "

Don't live alone, don't live alone!

Hearing her question, Si Shaoheng didn't turn around. Instead, with his back facing her, he replied with an irrelevant answer:

"What is it? You want to move out alone? "

"Ah?" No, no, no! " Xiao Tang immediately waved her hand, "Didn't I lose my memories …" "I don't know how we used to get along, so I just asked …"

So what if she was handsome? She didn't want to be alone with someone who could only speak fifty words from morning till night. Otherwise, he would definitely suffocate her to death.

"Before?" Si Shaoheng repeated these words as if he were thinking about something. At that moment, Little Tang gave a "hmm" and stared at him very seriously. She waited until she was about to fall asleep before she suddenly heard Si Shaoheng say calmly:

"We used to get along very simply. When I was at home, you served my parents and did household chores. When I wasn't at home, you served only my parents and family chores."

"…" Little Tang looked at Si Shaoheng, doubting the authenticity of his words … But before she could ask anything, Si Shao Heng's calm breathing could be heard …

Sigh.

Forget it, let's just go to sleep early.

Xiao Tang sighed and closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. Not long after, sleepiness struck, and she too fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when Little Tang woke up, there was already no one by her side. The quilts and pillows she had made the night before had all been emptied.

When she walked into the living room, she realized that there was no one in the living room. She turned around and looked at the horseshoe alarm clock on the table, and discovered that it was only 6: 00 in the morning.

It was only then that he remembered that Qing Kingdom had gone out to sell breakfast.

Since he was selling breakfast, he should be preparing it by 3 or 4 in the morning. Last night, because of that letter, Qing Guo had slept so late?

After all these years, he couldn't possibly continue to endure like this, could he? How could his body take it?

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Qing Guo. She walked into the kitchen and saw that the dishes were already wrapped up and placed in a drawer, waiting to be cooked. Frowning slightly, she turned around and took a cloth and a broom to tidy up the room.

When he came back, there was an extra piece of tofu in the bowl and a small bundle of spinach in his hand.

When Xiao Tang went to the kitchen to cut the tofu into pieces, she split the spinach into two. One was ready to be served in a pot of stew at noon while the other was left with the fried spinach.

It wasn't easy for her to finish all the preparations. Just as she walked out of the kitchen to wash her dirty clothes and prepare to dry them off one by one, Xuanxuan walked over from the outside with a smile: "Cousin, about last night, are you still angry? I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said that. "

"I'm fine." Xiao Tang was too lazy to acknowledge her and could only answer. She turned around to continue working, but once she saw that, Xuanxuan immediately asked: "Hey, that's right, elder cousin, who taught you to write? Why did it suddenly look so good … Oh... "Oh yeah, I forgot about your memory loss …"

As she spoke, her face revealed a wronged expression. She gently bit her lips, clearly regretful.

When she looked at her, she really wanted to tell her that this was a calligraphy she had practiced for several years!

However, in order to match the original owner's identity with the amnesia, she couldn't reply like that, so she could only cough and say: "I don't remember, maybe I've practiced it before? "When I'm free, I'll go home and look for it. Maybe I can find a letter for you."

Hearing this, Xuanxuan slightly pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but at this moment, the gates to the courtyard suddenly opened from the outside. When Xiao Tang turned around, she saw a tall and strong man and woman walking over.

The woman had her head down and was dressed in a blue work suit. The man beside her was fat and white with a slightly bulging belly and was dressed in the most expensive shirt and shorts of this era. It was obvious that he was not a worker.

The two of them scolded each other as soon as they entered the room.

When the woman saw that Xiao Tang was washing the clothes, she immediately extended her leg to kick the other clothes on the ground and asked Xiao Tang:

"Little Tang!" I told you that you were a condescending person. You didn't believe me before, but now that you've finally returned to your parents' home, why don't you wash your father's clothes? Is this pile of clothes going to stay here? "

In these few days after she had transmigrated over, Xiao Tang had made a lot of insinuations about the matters of time and family. She knew that the two people in front of her were called Zhao Miao Miao, and the man called Shi Zhu Liang.

When she thought about how Qingguo was always up and running his business, while Zhao Miao and Shizhong were obviously rich, yet they were still sucking up his blood and supporting him, a hint of disgust subconsciously flashed across her eyes as she looked at the two of them. She replied coldly,

"I am indeed washing my father's clothes." After Xiao Tang finished speaking, she shook off the clothes she'd just wrung dry in front of the woman, causing her to water all over her face, "But the clothes on the floor aren't my dad's. It's not just my dad's, whoever's clothes are, they can be washed by themselves."

"You dare to talk to me like that? Little Tang, you've eaten the guts of a leopard today, haven't you? "

Zhao Miao was so angry that her eyes immediately went wide. She took a few steps forward and started shouting at Little Tang. By the side, Zhu Liang also looked at her with a slight frown and a displeased expression on his face.

At that time, seeing their overbearing and unreasonable appearance, Little Tang wanted to open her mouth and refute them. At the side, Xuanxuan hurriedly said, "Mom, you and Dad went to grandma's house, so no one knows, your older cousin went back home and lost his memory the second day. No one knows him now!"

"Hmph, amnesia?" Zhao Miao moved closer to take a look at Little Tang and discovered that she did not see the awe in her eyes. She asked doubtfully, "Are you for real?"

"It's true …" Xuanxuan nodded her head and pretended to be worried. She reminded Zhao Miao, "My cousin's personality has changed a lot after she lost her memories …" "Mom, you can't treat her like the Little Tang from before."

Hearing this, Zhao Miao looked at her and snorted. She scolded, "I don't care if she's really amnesia or just a fake amnesia. In short, since she's going to wash these clothes today, she must wash them all! "

Hearing this, Xuanxuan smugly raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything else. At the same time, Zhu Liang looked at Xiao Tang and echoed his wife's words:

"That's right, Little Tang. Our family has raised you to such a big age. Yet you dare to contradict us now, not even washing a single piece of clothes for you. Are you worthy of the rice you ate at home?"