That person was like when he left, with no difference. The black windbreaker he wore, the arc at the corners of his mouth, and the extremely black eyes all had the scent of being lazy and soft.

No one except her father would have such temperament.

The only king of Ka who knew about her past did not have the ability to pretend to be her father.

Some of Bo Jiu's inner guesses have been verified.

They really haven't gotten older, and they haven't even changed their skin condition.

What will be the reason does not matter at this moment.

Importantly, they are all still there.

Bo Jiu recalled what happened before.

In addition, when I raised my eyes, I met the strange gaze.

I quickly realized something.

Her CEO Mommy doesn't seem to remember her, so her father brings people in this way.

As if verifying Bo Jiu’s idea, Lou Luo smiled: “It seems that it is really an extra work.”

"No." After Bo Jiu finished sorting it out, he slowly curled his thin lips: "I was in a daze just now, Mommy, where did you tell me to sign, that pillow?"

Even when the building in Zongheng Shopping Mall fell, his white fingers paused.

Not to mention the fans in the back row were even more exclaiming.

"Mommy?" Zhao Sanpang raised his hand and wanted to return the back of the head just now: "Little Hei Pai, are you stupid?"

Bo Jiu reacted quickly and directly blocked him, but the sound just now was indeed not paying attention. When she saw the fans in shock behind her, she spoke again, as if she was a little careless, and with a unique evil spirit: "My mother has many fans, aunties, sisters, and fans are my rebirth parents. What's wrong with me calling me a mommy?"

After hearing this, Zhao Sanpang's mouth twitched.

Is this the case if spades will come out?

Is this person of personality?

If it were true, I would have lost more than the fans than the game itself.

What should professional players do the most?

Only when you know it yourself can you keep going.

If you lose, everything is an excuse.

If you win, it will eventually become the past.

What we have to do is how to continue to win the next game.

If you place your dreams on others, this is a very dangerous thing in itself.

Work hard with their beliefs.

That's enough...

Thank you to everyone who supports you.

But in the end, it depends on the respect of teammates and opponents, and you don’t know who you are.

What's going on now!

Have you started to learn to talk sweetly to your fans?

Zhao Sanpang shook his head: "Brother, you are really a person who is so shameless. I can't move you anymore. Are you slapping yourself in the face?"

Listening to their conversation, Lou Luo's mouth smiled faintly.

The boy was still a little different from what she imagined.

When playing games, apart from evil spirits, it is unruly. It is not a person who often appears, and it is very distant.

Lou Luo also got a lot of popular science from his assistant.

I knew once, a man accused a boy of not cherishing his true fans.

The boy responded: "I am very grateful for supporting me, but it doesn't mean I want to call you dad. I am a professional game, not a professional chat."

So this is probably why Zhao Sanpang said that slapped himself in the face.

Lou Luo didn't know what others were thinking. In her opinion, the boy was just doing bad things.
Chapter completed!