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One thousand eight hundred and fortieth you are the joy of teenagers

Qin Mo knew that someone would be curious, and he couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth, allowing the person to pretend to follow him inadvertently.

Bo Jiu is also very open and upright. Anyway, it is not a dark history, so he is fearless!

Qin Mo glanced at the inexplicable smug side face, and the smile on his face became deeper. He simply held his coat, leaned his legs against it, and hooked his fingers in the direction of Bo Jiu.

Bo Jiu walked over: "What?"

Qin Mo picked her chin and signaled her to take out her coat pocket.

Let her take it by herself?

Bo Jiu was intrigued and reached in.

When I saw that thing, my ears drooped.

It was the photo that was placed in the villa before.

She knew about boyfriends like the master.

Don't expect him to give him a diamond ring or something.

What the great god likes to do the most is to turn over her dark history.

She has to take some time to ask her fans in the future.

My boyfriend has special interests, what should I do? I wait online, it's quite urgent.

Although he saw that the great god was jealous and he was very fun when he was a child.

But too much will be bad. What if he recovers his memory?

This is her dark history again.

Bo Jiu decided to explain this matter clearly before the great god fully recovered his memory!

Seeing that she had not taken out the photo for a long time, Qin Mo suddenly pulled the person over and gently pressed her face into a fist with one hand: "Are you a fool? Take it out and look at it."

What else can be found in a photo? You can't turn it over and turn it into a ring...

Bo Jiu paused his fingers and placed his eyes behind the photo. It was a line of beautiful black Kaishi.

Not very long, only seven words.

You are the joy of youth.

"You should know what it is to read it backwards." Qin Mo lowered his eyes, and the light fell, as if even the night outside the window had become his foil.

In a moment.

It seemed that there was only the slowly flowing sound in Bo Jiu's ears, neither high nor low, but full of texture: "You are the boy I like."

This is not an ordinary confession.

Otherwise, this sentence would not appear behind this photo.

Bo Jiu tightened his fingers and grabbed Qin Mo's sleeves, and thoughts roared.

Qin Mo smiled and landed the kiss on her forehead: "It's me.

Two words have already explained everything.

The great god...he has restored his memory!

All memories!

Bo Jiu didn't know how to describe his current feeling, there was a blank space, and then he stretched out his hand and hugged the person without saying a word.

This time, he really belongs to her.

From the inside to the outside.

Completely complete.

After being happy, there is a dull voice.

"You haven't replied to the letter I wrote to you."

Qin Mo held her to his ears: "It's not right for me."

"I sent it every day at that time and wrote many typos. I was ridiculed by the butler for a long time."

Qin Mo sighed: "So, why do you want to write a letter?"

What letter does a little hacker write?

Bo Jiu also felt that he was in second place at that time: "I was so angry that the TV series hurt me. Everyone said that letters can make people feel sincere. Now I think about it, emails are the most reliable. At least if you read them, I can still read them here. If you haven't read them, I can know that you haven't received them."

"Well, it's not too stupid." Qin Mo couldn't help laughing as he heard her whispering complaint.

Bo Jiu paused, wait a moment, the topic was not going well.

It was clearly what she complained about.
Chapter completed!
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