Suddenly, a voice, accompanied by the approach of the light lotus fragrance, rang in her ears.
"Can you help me sign this name as well?"
At first, Bo Jiu didn't notice the appearance of the person who came.
I just think the smell is familiar.
So familiar that she even had a moment of trance.
Then, Bo Jiu looked at the business suit that was close at hand, hooked his lips and smiled, raised his head, and was just about to speak, when he saw the face that he didn't even dare to dream of.
Only occasionally, when you see the keyboard, you remember.
There was a woman who would make her the best bean buns, and when she was very young, she would hold her in her arms, sign with a pen with one hand, hold her hand, and press the first letter on the keyboard.
Later, overnight.
All of this is gone, only the stone monument on the back hill remains.
The more important the person, the more unacceptable her departure.
The cheerful festival was the day that Bo Jiu didn't want to spend the most.
The winter at home, without her, is really cold.
As the young master of a family of hackers.
Bo Jiu has been very rational since he was a child.
That kind of sanity is hidden under the evil unruly.
Only those who accepted the most important left. to be able to stand alone.
It's not that I haven't thought about it.
Just after the heart's deep wish came true.
For the first time in my life.
Bo Jiu was completely stunned in front of people.
It's like a silly child.
What is lazy, flamboyant, and arrogant, all at this moment, it seems that someone has pressed the pause button.
All the voices in my ears are fading away.
There is no way for thoughts to be organized at all.
When the reaction comes to an end.
Bo Jiu had already stood up suddenly, and the black broken hair was a little upturned because it had been signed for too long, but this affected his handsomeness.
Zhao Sanfat, who was sitting next to Bo Jiu, turned his face sideways: "Little spades, what are you doing, deceitful corpses?"
People who don't even bother to sign their names, what are they doing when they stand up Zhao Sanpang followed Bo Jiu's gaze, and subconsciously whistled: "I'll go, the beauty is still the president's." ” syllable Bo Jiu hit him directly in the back of the head, and finally regained his tone: "Speak politely." ” "I just said a beauty, why are you welcome" Zhao San glared: "You looked stunned just now, and let me tell you, Little Spades, although the appearance of your fans is generally high, but you can't move my hairstyle, I don't understand." ” Bo Jiu didn't look at him, and his gaze didn't shift at all.
Lou Luo looked at the young man in front of him who was still with black hair, and inexplicably wanted to reach out and touch the other party's head, always feeling very well-behaved.
I'm worried that there are still people in line behind me and it will delay time.
Lou Luo didn't stay long, but the commercial temperament on his body was difficult to eliminate, with a cold beauty, and pushed the pillow forward: "Is it okay or your team doesn't allow it?"
Bo Jiu was so smart that he quickly realized that something was wrong.
Too young.
It's not much different from when she left.
No matter how much you take care of it, it won't be like this.
Is it just a look But if it's a long image.
Why is it that even the style of dressing, the way of speaking, and the voice are exactly the same?
Bo Jiu is a person born of darkness, and he does not only believe what he sees.
Until her peripheral vision swept to the figure holding a black umbrella in the crowd aa2705221: