Transmigrated as My Best Friend's Ex

"Buy clothes." He stepped over Han Mingxu, without stopping, but stepped hard on the back of the hand that was protecting him when he fell.With a click, the bones of his fingertips creaked. Han Mingxu regretted the hero who saved the beauty just now. This person has no conscience.

Conscience?I'm afraid none of the three of them have.

Looking at Li Qinghao who was walking leisurely in front of him, Nan Chenglie frowned and looked at Han Mingxu again: "How about you, when did you come back?" This sentence was Nan Chenglie's temptation. In fact, Li Qinghao said just now that when he woke up, Han Mingxu looked for him, and according to the time he woke up, Han Mingxu came back half a month ago.

"It's been half a month. When I was in Leiluo, I received a notice from the hospital saying that he woke up, rushed over, and then dealt with some matters at hand." Today, I made a special trip to find Nancheng Lie, but I didn't expect to meet Li Qinghao.

Both of them stared at Li Qinghao's back: "He...has changed a lot." Nan Chenglie said, more than a change, he was a different person.

"Really?" Han Mingxu said with a deep laugh, "I lost my memory."

"What?" There are not many things in this world that can cause Nan Chenglie to lose control. The incident of Han Mingxu being shot to death two years ago is the first case, so the news heard at this moment is another exception, "Amnesia?" He asked again in a low voice After reading it again, the restrained eyes are full of danger, amnesia?Can a person with amnesia say long time no see?

"Yeah." Han Mingxu said with a half-smile, "That shooting did create a miracle."

Nan Chenglie withdrew his gaze, locked Han Mingxu's slightly smiling eyes, and his heart... sank: "I didn't know you were interested in men."

"I've never been interested." His stiff body was too heavy to hold.There was no concealment of dislike for this aspect in his eyes, but when he looked at Li Qinghao, it was another matter, "If..."

"He is a pet I played with." The provocative words suddenly fell.

Han Mingxu raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"I remember when I was young, I was greedy for the ice cream in your hand, so I licked it, and after just one bite, I was beaten to the head by you. I only found out afterwards that you have a cleanliness."

"Later, I broke off the part you licked, and didn't throw away the clean part." Han Mingxu's words had a profound meaning, but...

Bang... The hanger fell to the ground. Li Qinghao looked at them with a pale face. He didn't say a single word of what he said just now.This is the memory between him and Nan Chenglie, why does this man have it?Or is everything now just a dream, he is not Han Mingxu, he just has the memory of Han Mingxu, and just happened to lose the memory of Li Qinghao.

"What's wrong?" It was Han Mingxu who came over first, and he took Li Qinghao's hand. They were obviously of the same height, but Li Qinghao seemed to be guarded, "Can't you use your hands?" The tone of concern did not seem to be fake , Li Qinghao's heart was confused, but it was only for a while.

"Well, but... I want to try on clothes." There was some grievance on Xiumei's face, she looked at Han Mingxu's handsome face, glanced behind Han Mingxu from the corner of her eye, and Nan Chenglie's eyes became sharper and sharper, with warning and defense in them.Although it flashed very quickly, Li Qinghao knew very well that he saw it.

Lie... Another doubt flashed in his heart.

"What do you mean? Do you want me to help you?" Han Mingxu's elegance radiated from his bones. Li Qinghao was very suspicious of this person, including everything.

"Perhaps...it's better for me to ask the waiter to help." In front of this person, restraint is a must, and Li Qinghao knows how to use the illusion created by appearance.

"No, I'd love to."

Outside the fitting room, Nan Chenglie stood with his arms folded, with an unfathomable expression that no one else could fathom.In the fitting room, Li Qinghao's face gradually turned red, and the T-shirt on his body was taken off by Han Mingxu's hands. His bare upper body was not perfect, because there were some scars, which were caused by jumping out of a car when he was shot two years ago. The injury was mostly covered up by the almost sickly pale complexion.

The royal blue shirt was worn on Li Qinghao's body, and there was a mysterious aura flowing.

"Not good? I'm going to look in the mirror." Han Mingxu blocked the door of the fitting room, the light flowing in his eyes made Li Qinghao feel a sense of crisis, but the figure as stable as Mount Tai didn't mean to move away, "Why...?"

"Hush..." Han Mingxu approached a few centimeters, and slid his well-proportioned index finger across Li Qinghao's lips, "I have an idea, do you want to listen?"

"No."

"Yes." Han Mingxu had desire in his eyes, "I want you to know that I...have an urge to take off your clothes, what do you think?"