"Why don't come back?" Bo Yimo was still young and didn't understand these things: "Where will you go if you don't come back?"

Bo Yicheng looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were doting: "Don't ask about adults or children."

Bo Yimo listened to his brother: "Okay."

...

During the meal talk, Bo Yimo noticed that Bo Zhan seemed to be in a wheelchair frequently recently and didn't like to leave by himself even more than before. Even when eating, he asked the butler to raise the height of the wheelchair for him and eat directly in the wheelchair.

"Grandpa Zeng, I feel that you have been in a wheelchair recently. Do you want your mother to show you another look?"

Bo Zhan sighed slightly: "No need, I have been worried about my health over the years. Grandpa Zeng is old."

At the beginning, Su also said that he would let him live for eight or nine years, and now his age has exceeded.

No matter how powerful a miracle doctor is, he cannot reverse the years and be reborn.

Bo Yimo glanced at Bo Yicheng, and the two of them had a deep expression and did not speak anymore.

...

After dinner in the evening, Bo Yimo stayed with her brother in their study.

Bo Zhan passed by the door, looked at the warm light coming out of the crack of the door, and listened to the quiet inside without any sound, nodded with confidence.

These two children are really worry-free.

After dinner, he went back to the kitchen to do his homework.

However, the scene inside the house was a little different from what he imagined.

Bo Yicheng made something on his phone.

Recently, he successfully applied for an account on Skynet, but it is still e-level.

He tried it casually two days ago and received 1.5 million yuan today.

Save pocket money for my sister to buy snacks.

Bo Yimo was playing games while wearing headphones.

The two of them didn't even bring their schoolbags in, let alone doing their homework.

Almost an hour later, a WeChat message from Zhang Mao popped up on the screen of Bo Yimo's mobile phone.

Maosheng Junlin: My deskmate, look at our school forum, there were suddenly several posts from you and your brother in the evening. They were not the same number, but I think it must have been posted by one person!

Bo Yimo happened to finish the game, so she clicked on the school forum and took a look.

I saw those posts soon.

I didn't say anything too much, it was just a sarcastic response to you.

But such posts are the best trick.

If there are some serious injustice or frame-ups, Bo Yimo and the others will easily clarify.

But they didn't.

I just wrote something like seeing Bo Yicheng throw the love letter sent by a girl into the trash can, and seeing Bo Yimo copy homework and playing games in class.

Posts about school beauty and school grass have their own traffic.

People in school must be disliked by them. Those people usually muttered a few words under some posts, but they couldn’t cause any storm.

Now that we have the support of these posts, those people can show their strength and quickly join in groups.

Not only did she write about her, but also her brother.

But when she exits the post, she clicks on the next one.

But I found that the post no longer exists.

Bo Yimo looked away from her phone, looked at her brother sitting opposite her, and bent her lips: "Brother, why did you delete it so quickly?"

Bo Yicheng's programming skills have been taught in turn since childhood by Lei Jie, Lin Zhan and Su.

After taking the essence of the three, even Su couldn't tell the truth about how good his son's technique had reached.

Bo Yicheng glanced at his sister indifferently and knew what she was thinking: "I have analyzed the IP address. It is the address of the Internet cafe, and it doesn't make sense."

But they all guessed, who was most likely to do these.

——

Just as they guessed, Qi Wanyao had just returned to the Qi family from the Internet cafe.

Lu Aiqin glanced at her: "Why did you come back so late today?"

Qi Wanyao's eyes dodged a little: "Ah, after school, I went to the office to listen to the teacher talk about the questions for a while."

The cell phone in her pocket shook. When she saw that it was her mother's phone number, she quickly found a reason to run back to the room.

Lu Aiqin called her: "You won't have supper?"

Qi Wanyao: "I won't eat my grandmother, the teacher assigned a lot of homework today."

Lu Aiqin shook her head suspiciously.

When he returned to the room, Qi Wanyao answered her mother perfunctorily, hung up the phone, and quickly opened the post bar to see her achievements.

I just had a good chat with a few people. They talked about Bo Yimo and Bo Yicheng together, and made up their lies, not to mention how happy it was.

Just say it, it is impossible that she is the only one in school who doesn’t like them.

I have to say that she is much more cautious in doing things.

In order not to be discovered, she specially registered a new account to post in the Internet cafe.

Go home and log in to your previous account.

Moreover, her posts are all small things that don’t seem very important. If they come out to clarify, they will seem very concerned and not generous. But if they don’t clarify, over time, the students who see the post will gradually subtly misunderstand them.

No matter what, they can only bear it.

Qi Wanyao opened the post bar again with her account, and was excited to find the posts she posted.

But she soon discovered it.

All the posts I worked so hard to leave were gone?!

She was obviously fine when she left the Internet cafe, how could she have lost all the way back?

Qi Wanyao couldn't figure it out, even if she was reported, it wouldn't be so fast.

It's really a ghost!

——

Su Ye and the others gathered until 22 o'clock.

Almost every household has one that has been drunk and one that has not.

The combination is very even.

For example, the Bo family.

Bo Yunli drank some, not much, and Su didn't drink either.

Every time she finished drinking, she was exhausted the next day, and she vowed not to drink again.

When walking out of the private room, Su naturally supported Bo Yunli.

Hesitating about the height difference, she just put it on him...

Back||||| waist|||| towards the position.

“…”

The muscles are quite tight.

Su Ye knew that this was definitely something he wanted to practice every day for more than ten years.

Because she felt a little good, she couldn't help it.

Pinched it on it.

Realizing what he had done, Su suddenly looked up and faced Bo Yunli's deep eyes.

With extremely obvious desires.

"Didn't you miss me? Didn't you say you were tired last night?"

Su Ye's eyebrows thumped: "No, just touch it casually..."

Bo Yunli chuckled, and after drinking, his tone became more and more dull: "I'll touch it when I go back."

The driver of the Bo family was waiting downstairs. Bo Yunli greeted the others and took Su Ye directly into the car.

The driver looked at the rearview mirror with a respectful expression: "President, go home directly?"

Bo Yunli turned his head and glanced at Su Ye, with a fire hidden in his eyes: "If you don't go home, go to the hotel."

Su Ye paused: "?"

Is it not enough for him to have such a big place at home?

Why do you suddenly want to go to a hotel?

She didn't ask, but Bo Yunli seemed to have seen through her thoughts, possessed herself into her ears and whispered: "I miss you today... louder..."

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