Suddenly, a voice sounded in her ears with the approaching of the light lotus fragrance.

"Can you help me sign this with your name?"

At the beginning, Bo Jiu did not notice the appearance of the visitor.

I just think the taste is very familiar.

I was so familiar that she even felt a moment of trance.

Then, Bo Jiu looked at the commercial suit that was close to him, curled his lips and smiled, raised his head, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the face that he didn't even dare to dream of.

It’s only occasionally that I remember when I see the keyboard.

There is a woman who would make her the best bean buns. When she was very young, she would hold her in her arms, sign with a pen with one hand, hold her hand, and press the first letter on the keyboard.

Later, overnight.

All of these are gone, only the stone tablets on the back mountain are left.

The more important a person is, the less he cannot accept her departure.

A cheerful festival was once the day Bo Jiu didn’t want to spend the least.

It’s really cold without her in the winter at home.

As the young master of the hacker family.

Bo Jiu has been very rational since childhood.

Such rationality is concealed by the evil and unruly.

Only those who accept the most important ones leave.

Only by being alone.

Not that I have thought about it.

It’s just that after the deepest wish comes true.

The first time in life.

Bo Jiu was completely stunned in front of the person.

Just like a silly child.

What a lazy, ostentatious, domineering, all at this moment, it seems like someone has pressed the pause button.

All the sounds in my ears are gradually fading away.

Thoughts are not organized at all.

When you react.

Bo Jiu had already stood up with a bang. The black hair was a little upturned because it had been too long since the signature was signed, but this affected his handsomeness.

Zhao Sanpang, who was sitting next to Bo Jiu, turned his face to the side: "Little Hei Pai, what are you doing, are you scammering the zombie?"

What do people who are too lazy to sign a name for standing up for?

Zhao Sanpang followed Bo Jiu's gaze and whistled subconsciously: "I'll go, beauty! It's still the president's payment."

Bang!

Bo Jiu hit him directly in the back of the head and finally returned to his tone: "Be kind to speak politely."

"I just said a beauty, why aren't you polite?" Zhao Sanpang glared: "You're so stupid just now? And let me tell you, Little Spade, although your fans' appearance is generally high, you can't move my hairstyle, I don't understand."

Bo Jiu didn't look at him, his eyes did not shift at all.

Lou Luo looked at the boy in front of him with black hair, and inexplicably wanted to reach out to touch the other person's head, and always felt very obedient and tiger-like.

I am worried that there will be people queuing up behind me, which will delay time.

Lou Luo did not stop for much, but his business temperament was difficult to eliminate, and he was filled with a cold beauty, and pushed the pillow forward: "Is that OK? Or is it not allowed by your team?"

Bo Jiu was so smart that he soon realized something was wrong.

Too young.

It was almost the same as her when she left.

No matter how much maintenance is done, it will not be like this.

Is it just a look?

But if it looks like it.

Why are even the style of dressing, speaking, and voice exactly the same?

Bo Jiu is a person born from darkness and does not only believe what he sees in front of him.
Chapter completed!