Qin Mo knew that someone would be curious, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend a little, allowing that person to pretend to follow inadvertently.
Bo Jiu is also very open-minded, anyway, it is not black history, and he is fearless Qin Mo glanced at the inexplicably smug side face, the smile on his face deepened, he simply took his coat, leaned there with his slender legs, and hooked his fingers in the direction of Bo Jiu.
Bo Jiu paced over: "How" Qin Mo picked his chin and motioned for her to take out the pocket of her coat.
Let her take it herself Bo Jiu was interested and put his hand in.
When I looked at the thing, my ears drooped.
It's the picture that was in the villa before.
She knew that there was such a boyfriend as Jiao Dashen.
Don't expect him to send a diamond ring or anything.
The great god's favorite thing to do is to turn over her black history.
In the future, she will have to take some time to ask her fans.
My boyfriend has special interests, what to do online, etc., I'm in a hurry.
Although it was fun to see the great god because of his jealousy and poisonous tongue, he himself was very funny when he was a child.
But it's not good if there's more, what if he regains his memory.
This is her black history again.
Bo Jiu decided to explain this matter clearly before the great god fully recovered his memory Seeing that she hadn't taken out the photo for a long time, Qin Mo had a very helpless expression, suddenly dragged the person over, and gently pressed her face with one hand into a fist: "Are you stupid, take it out, turn it over." ” What else can a photo have, you can't turn it over and turn it into a ring Bo Jiu pointed his fingers, and his eyes were placed on the back of the photo, which was a line of beautiful black italics.
It's not very long, just seven words.
Thou art the joy of youth.
"Read it backwards and you should know what it is."
Qin Mo lowered his eyes, and the light fell, as if even the night outside the window had become his foil.
Moment.
Bo Jiu's ears seemed to have only the slowly flowing voice, neither high nor low, but full of texture: "The boy I like is you." ” This is no ordinary confession.
Otherwise, this sentence would not appear at the back of this photo.
Bo Jiu's fingers tightened, grabbed Qin Mo's sleeve, and thoughts came to him.
Qin Mo smiled and landed a kiss on her forehead: "It's me."
Two words, it already says it all.
Okami, he regained his memory All the memories Bo Jiu didn't know how to describe the feeling now, there was a blank space, and then he stretched out his hand and hugged the person without saying a word.
This time, he really is hers.
Inside and out.
Completely.
After the euphoria, there is a muffled voice.
"You haven't replied to the letter I wrote to you."
Qin Mo pulled her hair to her ears: "It's me who is wrong." ” "I sent it every day at that time, and I wrote a lot of typos, and I was laughed at by the housekeeper grandfather for a long time."
Qin Mo sighed: "So, why are you writing a letter." ” What a little hacker writes.
Bo Jiu also felt that he was in the second year of secondary school at that time: "I was harmed by TV dramas, and I said that letters can make people feel sincere, but now I think about it, email is the most reliable, at least you read it, I can still read it here."
If you didn't see it, I can tell you didn't receive it. ” "Well, it's not too stupid."
Qin Mo listened to her whispered complaints, and couldn't hold back his smile at all.
Bo Jiu, wait a minute, this topic is not going in the right direction.
Obviously, she complained about the gods.
How the final conclusion is that she is not too stupid aa2705221: