The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Chen Jiahang looked at himself for six or seven years, a piece of clothing he had always remembered from his memory.

He thought about it, then shook his head.

"Then why do you have such clothes? They are expensive." He Xiyan said. She increasingly felt that Jia Hang might not be a person in the village, or she might not even be born in the countryside at all.

At this time, Chen Jiahang put down the spoon in his hand, he walked to He Xiyan, and then carefully looked at the clothes that belonged to him, but not his own purchase.

He doesn't know if the clothes are expensive. It's just that this dress has been with him for almost 7 years, and he has it since his memory.

"Do you remember?" He Xiyan asked.

Chen Jiahang frowned and thought for a moment. When he unfolded, his lips moved and he said two words.

He Xiyan looked at his lip as if:

"Pick it up?" She asked.

Chen Jiahang nodded.

Indeed, he did not know how this dress came. Maybe dad picked it up before. This dress is the best one in his closet, and he is usually reluctant to wear it. He thought his dad couldn't bear to buy it either, so it was probably only picked.

He Xiyan still frowned in doubt. I just feel that Jia Hang is getting more and more strange to her. But she didn't know what to ask. Because he seems to know nothing.

Suddenly, she felt like she was thinking too much. What identity and who was Jia Hang before amnesia? None of this seems to be so important. The important thing is that their lives can get better and better.

Chen Jiahang brought his cooked porridge and eggs to the dining table in the hall. He first served He Xiyan a bowl, then peeled two eggs and put them in the bowl.

They haven't come back for a long time. They don't have any food at home, so they can only eat it.

It was still raining outside, and it was torrential rain and rain, and the old wooden door of the house was crunching by the wind at this moment, as if it was going to fall at any time.

While eating the porridge in the bowl, He Xiyan looked at this old house. The house has been built for a long time. At least six or seventy years, the tiles are black.

She wondered if the house would fall in the next few days.

"Jia Hang, does our house not leak rain?" He Xiyan asked with some worry, she saw that this house was really a dangerous house.

Especially the door was fine before. After a few months, they became weaker and weaker. The wind seemed to fall.

Chen Jiahang froze, as if remembering something, then he quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand, then ran to the kitchen and took out a large pot.

He Xiyan: ...

He Xiyan also put down the chopsticks. She watched Chen Jiahang go to the side room, and she went with her. This room was where Chen Jia Hang slept. There was only a 1.2 wooden bed, a wardrobe and a small desk. The floor was also It doesn't look like it's shabby without cement. Unlike the room where she slept, it was large and bright, with lots of furniture, and the beds and dressing tables were new.

When he entered this room, He Xiyan stopped.

The scene in front of him is almost frustrating.

The glass in the window in this room did not know when two pieces rotted, and a lot of rain was being blown into the room by the wind, which wet the floor and the bed in the room. And because this room is not equipped with a water-proof ceiling, ticking at this time, several places are leaking.