National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo knew that someone would be curious, and the corners of his mouth bent involuntarily, letting the person pretend to follow inadvertently.

Bo Jiu is also very fair and honest, anyway, it is not black history, no fear!

Qin Mo swept the inexplicable side face, the smile on his face was deeper, he simply took the coat, leaned his legs against it, and tickled his fingers in the direction of Bo Jiu.

Bo Jiu paced past: "How?"

Qin Mo picked his chin and motioned her to dig out her coat pocket.

Let her take it by herself?

Bo Jiu came to Xingzhi and stretched out his hand.

At the sight of the thing, his ears drooped down.

It was the photo that was in the villa before.

She knew a boyfriend like Jiaotong University.

Don't expect him to send a diamond ring or something.

What the great god likes to do most is to turn her black history.

In the future, she has to make time to ask her fans.

Boyfriend has special interests, what should I do?Waiting online is quite urgent.

Although watching God is jealous, his tongue is very fun when he was a kid.

But it won't be good if there is more, what if he recovers his memory.

This is her black history again.

Bo Jiu decided, before the Great God had completely restored his memory, explain this matter well!

Qin Mo saw that she hadn't taken out the photo for a long time, and also gave me a very helpless expression, suddenly dragging the person over, and hitting her face gently with one hand: "Are you a fool? Take Come out and look over. "

What else can there be in a photo, it can't be turned over and become a ring ...

Bo Jiu fingered, and his eyes were placed behind the photo, which was a beautiful black italic line.

Not very long, only seven words.

You are the joy of youth.

"Read it upside down, you should be clear." Qin Mo lowered his eyes, the lights fell, as if the night outside the window had become his foil.

In an instant.

Bo Jiu's ears seemed to have only the slowly flowing sound, not high or low, but full of texture: "The boy you like is you."

This is no ordinary confession.

Otherwise, this sentence will not appear behind this photo.

Bo Jiu's fingers clenched tightly, clutching Qin Mo's sleeve, his thoughts roared.

Qin Mo smiled and dropped the kiss on her forehead: "It's me.

The two words have already explained everything.

Great God ... restored memory!

All memories!

Bo Jiu didn't know how to describe his current feelings. There was a blank space, and then he stretched out his hand without saying anything and hugged people.

This time, he really is hers.

From the inside out.

Completely.

After rejoicing, it was a dull voice.

"Letter I wrote to you, you never gave me a reply."

Qin Mo raised her hair to her ears: "I'm wrong."

"I sent it every day at that time, and wrote a lot of typos, which was laughed at by the housekeeper grandpa for a long time."

Qin Mo sighed: "So, why do you write a letter."

What letter did a little hacker write.

Bo Jiu also felt that he was in Secondary Two at that time: "I am a victim of TV dramas. I said that letters can make people feel sincere. Now I think it is still the most reliable email. At least you have read it. I can still read it here. . You did n’t read it, and I can tell if you did n’t receive it. "

"Well, it's not too stupid." Qin Mo listened to her whispering, and couldn't help smiling.

Bo Jiuyi paused, wait a minute, this topic is not quite right.

Obviously, she was a big god.

Why did she conclude that she is not too stupid?