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One thousand nine hundred and thirty-eight text

But there is such a magical thing in the world.

It was also at that time.

A piece of Buddha's words in the amulet radiated a faint light for some reason.

Maybe there is really someone.

Even if he forgot you, he can't remember you, his voice, or even his name.

But when he sees your eyes again, he can still touch your soul.

What do you look like?

No matter who can say it, it cannot be shaken.

You are standing there.

The junction of black and white.

Even if it is in a daze, there is no clean area on your body.

He will still be unique to you.

Because he knows you more than he knows himself.

Because he loves you better than himself.

He has been standing there, cleansing everyone, like a god approaching a beacon, standing in the most conspicuous place, not for anything.

It’s just because I’ve been searching for so many years, but I still lost you.

If so, can you find me?

Time passed a little more.

Until those dark eyes opened again on September 28, and the handsome face showed a wicked smile.

A brand of z appeared on a completely different body.

The gears of destiny have a new spin.

z is back.

Similarly, his little tiger is back.

It doesn't matter if you forget what light is.

It doesn't matter if you want to become completely black.

There is a person who has been here, waiting for the person in his hand in his unique way.

"The hamburger should be served with Coke, which is better."

Listen to someone next to you.

Qin Mo leaned down and helped someone roll up his sleeves halfway.

Bo Jiu asked: "Whose phone number was just now?"

"My Mom." After Qin Mo gave her two words, he opened his hand and handed Coke over.

Bo Jiu said, not knowing what he was. Anyway, he was happy when he had something in his heart.

The thing that made her happy was that the housekeeper's grandfather had already gone to propose marriage.

It probably should have been said a long time ago, and she still believes in the butler's skills in etiquette.

Now, Princess Mo doesn't know about this.

In this way, she could naturally bring him to the place of proposal.

Then she showed him what she prepared for romantically.

Everything is perfect.

It is simply one of the classic tricks of a domineering president to chase the secrets.

There was no pressure for her at all.

When Bo Jiu thought of this, he smiled evilly: "Go to a place with me?"

Qin Mo, who had already found out in advance, raised his eyebrows: "Where?"

"Qin's Club." After Bo Jiu finished eating, he slanted and slanted: "That location is good. I heard that Zhao Sanpang and the others happened to be interviewing on the opposite TV station today."

Qin Mo originally wanted to ask, what does this have to do with your proposal and me?

But if you ask, there will be less fun.

Qingjun's side face said lightly, "Yeah".

Bo Jiu was still lowering his head and thinking that the surprise to Princess Qin would be enough to marry him.

The more I think about it, the more obvious the smile.

It's like this, myself and myself.

Bo Jiu hasn't done it before.

Now I put my arm over and looked out the car window. In a handsome posture, the face reflected was filled with tears and my smile was free.

Like a child who finally got candy.

Of course I have to be beautiful for a while.

Qin Mo didn't want to laugh at first, but when he looked at her like this, he really couldn't help asking: "Are you so happy?"

"Ah? Is there any?" The evil spirit at the corner of Bo Jiu's mouth was still there: "I must have eaten what I like to eat."

Qin Mo emptied a hand and pressed it against her head: "Idiot."
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