On the screen, it looks like a great god when he was a boy.
The fight in the fifth lane.
She didn't look at the master's appearance carefully, so she remembered the arrogant and independent figure of the young man, and the beautiful chin in the broken light when he grabbed his wrist.
Now there are great gods from so many years ago that she can see.
But Bo Jiu's attention was not on Xiao Ran's cold and fairy-like handsome face, but heard his words: "Because there was a guy when he was a child, she liked playing games very much."
"That is to say, you came to play games for that person?"
"yes."
When he said the last word, the man looked at the camera, with his youthful appearance, thin lips, high nose bridge, and dark eyes as if there was light.
Bo Jiu's throat moved.
When he was a child, he didn't play games so often and spent most of his time with her.
When she took the keyboard and showed him the simple initial code she wrote and the small game that could be operated by following the up and down keys, she was filled with joy.
Later, he wiped her hands and told her that he could play games with her, but she could not go out to play with others. She turned around and got dirty and rubbed her body around, which he disliked.
This is quite easy to achieve, so in the afternoon, she plugged in the keyboard and then got a game target, and the two of them played the King of Fighters together.
She still remembers him asking, "Like it?"
"Yeah." She looked at his arrogant, white and beautiful little face at that time and blurted out her like.
I didn't expect that the master would be regarded as her favorite games.
Bo Jiu pressed his finger on the mouse, freezing it on the interview, retreated a little, and listened again to the two conversations.
After listening to this three or four times, the corners of my mouth curled up.
Let’s take a look at the messages fans left to her.
Bo Jiu endured it for a long time before he didn't say the sentence: "I am the guy who loves to play games and is obsessed with the great gods."
"What are you doing?" A voice came slowly in your ears. Qinggui was a little lazy, a little slow and heavy, but it was enough to make your scalp numb.
Bo Jiu pressed the words he typed out and directly closed the Weibo post. He raised his eyes and smiled: "Shop online."
As Bo Jiu moved, the loose collar slid down a little, revealing the skin inside. The porcelain white was smooth, the collarbone was moderately dark, and it was beautiful, like milk cream.
Qin Mo seemed to have just finished taking a shower, and his hair had not been wiped yet, and his black hair was drooping wet. After seeing this scene, his eyes became a little deeper: "Come here."
"Hmm?" The boy didn't move, and he was still holding the mouse in his hand.
Qin Mo walked over and reached out and pulled the person's clothes upwards: "Pay attention to the image, Mrs. Qin."
I heard these three words again.
Bo Jiu's face was a little hot, and he changed the topic: "What did Aunt Zhang do?"
"Xiaolongbao, bean meat." Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Why? Don't like it?"
Bo Jiu reached out and hugged the person: "I like it."
Qin Mo paused his fingers, his eyes were a little light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Two people came up from downstairs.
The steaming little dumplings have just come out.
It is said to be a small bun, but it is steamed by oneself and is many times better than outside.
The surface is soft and vigorous, and the filling can leave fragrance in your mouth when you bite it.
I thought one cage was enough for those two people to eat.
But in the end, when Aunt Zhang saw the boy holding the last meat bag in his mouth, he raised his head and asked her if she had any more.
Aunt Zhang realized that she had made a little less of this breakfast.
"I'll go steam another basket now," said Aunt Zhang.
Qin Mo said, "No, she will feel overeating when she eats, and her stomach will be uncomfortable."
Bo Jiu was still greedy and lay there, with no color.
Qin Mo always felt that this scene looked familiar, but there were no traces when I saw it.
But the person in front of me seemed to have become much smaller, and he muttered: "Momo, please let me eat another meat bun, okay, I will eat another one."
"You have said this sentence five times." That was his voice.
"Ah, I gave all five, no matter how bad the sixth one, 6666, this number is good, good-looking!"
The little guy always makes sense.
He didn't say anything, pressed his fingers on the man's round belly, and only said two words: "Shut up."
Such a picture is blurry and ethereal, as if it does not exist.
Qin Mo's flashing moment, when he looked back, the boy grabbed his sleeve with his fingers, and his eyes were filled with worry: "Does his hands hurt again?"
Compared to someone, he doesn't care much about his hands.
"It doesn't hurt." Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, put out his other hand to press down her hand, and then held it in his hand.
He had to hold his hands when he was eating. Aunt Zhang really didn't know what to say. She tried not to bother the two people, put down the things with a smile, then walked to the kitchen, and sent a voice message to Queen An Ying: "Madam, don't worry, there is nothing wrong with the young master, I'm fine with Young Master."
After seeing this WeChat, Queen An was relieved. What she was worried about was Mo'er's psychological problems.
I heard that Jiangcheng has just come to peace, but the overall situation is still not very good.
Even if her husband didn't say it, Queen An vaguely noticed the problem here. Otherwise, the person wouldn't have not appeared for so many days and even sent someone to protect her.
Queen An was fine, mainly because she was on her son.
What she was worried about was that the case that year was not over yet...
Time passes slowly.
Especially for universities.
Since that square live broadcast.
The policeman set his sights on a certain university.
Some people are complaining, some are afraid, and always feel that something will happen.
Many people in the cafeteria were talking about this.
"Hey? Fanjia, why do you look so scared?" Someone asked the classmate next to him.
A man named Fan Jia smiled and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Students from A University, who are not good at both character and academic performance? The police probably are anxious to solve the case and listen to the comments online. Besides, this has nothing to do with us."
After hearing her words, someone frowned: "I don't think it's completely unrelated. Don't you read the news? How bad is that person doing? He encourages others to commit suicide, but instigates others to infringe on the rights, and finally kills the original work. Isn't this a terrible thing? What you need to do most now is to cooperate with the police. To be honest, no matter whether our A-Generation people are committing crimes, I hope to catch the murderer as soon as possible. I always feel that the murderer is inhumane."
Chapter completed!