Chapter 1032
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On the screen, it was the appearance of the Great God when he was a teenager.
The fight in the fifth lane that year.
She didn't take a close look at the appearance of the great god, so she also remembered the boy's lonely and self-reliant figure, as well as the beautifully curved chin in the broken light when he grabbed her wrist.
Now the great god from so many years ago let her watch.
Bo Jiu's attention was not on the cold and handsome face exuding fairy air, but he heard his words: "Because there was a guy when I was young, she liked playing games very much."
"That is to say, you came to play games because of that person?"
"Yes."
When he said the last word, the man looked at the camera. He looked like a teenager, with thin lips and clean, high nose bridge, and dark eyes that seemed to have light.
Bo Jiu's throat moved.
When he was a child, he didn't play games that often, and spent most of his time with her.
When she passed by with the small keyboard, she showed him the very simple initial code that she had written, a small game that could be operated by pressing the up and down keys, and her heart was full of joy.
Later, he wiped her hands and told her that he could play games with her, but she couldn't go out to play with others. She got dirty and rubbed against him again, which he hated.
This is quite easy to achieve, so in the afternoon, she plugged in the small keyboard and made a game target, and the two of them played King of Fighters together.
She still remembers him asking: "Like?"
"Yeah." At that time, she looked at his proud, fair and pretty face, and blurted out her liking for it.
I didn't expect to be regarded by the master as she likes games.
Bo Jiu pressed his finger on the mouse, fixed on the interview, stepped back a little, and listened to the two lines of dialogue again.
After listening to it like this three or four times, the corners of his mouth curled up.
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Bo Jiu endured for a long time before she could say the sentence: "I am the guy who loves to play games and never forgets the god".
"What are you doing?" A voice came slowly from the ear, with a little laziness in the nobleness, a little slow and heavy, but enough to make the scalp numb.
Bo Jiu pressed out the typed words, closed Weibo directly, raised her eyes and smiled: "Shopping online."
Following Bo Jiu's movements, the loose collar slid down a little bit, exposing the skin inside, which is smooth in porcelain white, and the collarbone is moderately deep, beautiful to the eyes, like milk curd.
Qin Mo seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair hadn't been brushed yet, and his black hair was drooping wet. After seeing this scene, his eyes deepened a little: "Come here."
"Huh?" The boy didn't move, still holding the mouse in his hand.
Qin Mo paced over, stretched out his hand and pulled the person's clothes up: "Pay attention to your image, Mrs. Qin."
Hear these three words again.
Bo Jiu's face was a little hot, and she changed the topic: "What did Aunt Zhang do?"
"Small steamed buns, made with beans and string meat." Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Why? Don't you like it?"
Bo Jiu reached out and hugged him: "I like it."
Qin Mo paused with his fingers, his eyes dimmed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Two people came up from downstairs.
The steaming hot steamed buns are just out of the oven.
It is said to be Xiaolongbao, but the homemade steamed buns are many times more delicious than outside.
The surface is soft and chewy, and the stuffing will leave a fragrance in your mouth as soon as you bite it down.
I thought one cage was enough for the two of them.
But at the end when Aunt Zhang saw the young man with the last meat bun in his mouth, she raised her head and asked if she had any more.
Only then did Aunt Zhang realize that she made a little less of this breakfast.
"I'm going to steam another basket now." Aunt Zhang said.
Qin Mo said, "No need, when the time comes, she will be full and her stomach will feel uncomfortable."
Bo Jiu was still greedy, lying there, lacklustre.
Qin Mo always felt that this scene looked familiar, but he couldn't find any traces of where he had seen it.
It's just that the person in front of him seemed to have become much smaller, and he was still muttering: "Momo, can you just let me eat another meat bun, and I will eat another one."
"You've said that five times." It was his voice.
"Ah, five of them were given to me, the sixth one is not bad, 6666, this number is auspicious, auspicious!"
The little guy is always right.
He didn't speak, but pressed his fingers on the man's swollen belly, and only said two words: "Shut up."
Such a picture is blurred and ethereal, as if it does not exist.
Qin Mo's eyes flashed for a moment, and when he looked back, it was the young man who was pulling his sleeve with his fingers, his eyes were full of worry: "Does your hand hurt again?"
Compared to someone else, he didn't pay much attention to his hands.
"It doesn't hurt." Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, freed his other hand to press her hand down, and held it in his hand.
We have to hold hands when we eat, Aunt Zhang really doesn't know what to say, try not to disturb those two people, put down the things with a smile, then go to the kitchen, and send a voice message to Empress Anying: "Madam, don't worry , there is nothing wrong with the young master, and we are on good terms with Jiu Shao."
After An Yinghou saw this WeChat message, she felt a little relieved. What she was worried about was Mo'er's psychological problems.
I heard that Jiangcheng has just come down to peace, but the overall situation is still not good.
Even if her husband didn't say anything, An Yinghou had vaguely noticed the problem, otherwise, that person would not have shown up for so many days, and even sent someone to protect her.
An Yinghou herself is fine, mainly because of her son.
What she was worried about was that the case of that year was not over yet...
Time passed slowly.
Especially for universities.
Since that square live broadcast.
The police are eyeing a certain university.
Some people are complaining, some people are afraid, always feel that something will happen.
In the cafeteria, many people were discussing this matter.
"Hey? Fanjia, why don't you look scared at all?" Someone asked the classmate next to him.
The person named Fan Jia smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of. The students of University A are not good in character and learning. The police probably listened to the comments on the Internet because they were anxious to solve the case. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with us. It doesn't matter."
Someone frowned after hearing her words: "I don't think it's completely irrelevant. Don't you even read the news? What a bad thing that person did, not to mention instigating others to commit suicide, and instigating others to infringe rights. Isn’t it a terrible thing to kill the original book? The most important thing to do now is to cooperate with the police. To be honest, no matter whether it is someone from our A University who committed the crime, I hope to catch the murderer as soon as possible. I always feel this A murderer has no humanity."
When the girl said this, she didn't notice Fanjia next to her at all. When she lowered her head, the poisonous light flashed in her eyes...
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On the screen, it was the appearance of the Great God when he was a teenager.
The fight in the fifth lane that year.
She didn't take a close look at the appearance of the great god, so she also remembered the boy's lonely and self-reliant figure, as well as the beautifully curved chin in the broken light when he grabbed her wrist.
Now the great god from so many years ago let her watch.
Bo Jiu's attention was not on the cold and handsome face exuding fairy air, but he heard his words: "Because there was a guy when I was young, she liked playing games very much."
"That is to say, you came to play games because of that person?"
"Yes."
When he said the last word, the man looked at the camera. He looked like a teenager, with thin lips and clean, high nose bridge, and dark eyes that seemed to have light.
Bo Jiu's throat moved.
When he was a child, he didn't play games that often, and spent most of his time with her.
When she passed by with the small keyboard, she showed him the very simple initial code that she had written, a small game that could be operated by pressing the up and down keys, and her heart was full of joy.
Later, he wiped her hands and told her that he could play games with her, but she couldn't go out to play with others. She got dirty and rubbed against him again, which he hated.
This is quite easy to achieve, so in the afternoon, she plugged in the small keyboard and made a game target, and the two of them played King of Fighters together.
She still remembers him asking: "Like?"
"Yeah." At that time, she looked at his proud, fair and pretty face, and blurted out her liking for it.
I didn't expect to be regarded by the master as she likes games.
Bo Jiu pressed his finger on the mouse, fixed on the interview, stepped back a little, and listened to the two lines of dialogue again.
After listening to it like this three or four times, the corners of his mouth curled up.
Check out the comments from fans.
Bo Jiu endured for a long time before she could say the sentence: "I am the guy who loves to play games and never forgets the god".
"What are you doing?" A voice came slowly from the ear, with a little laziness in the nobleness, a little slow and heavy, but enough to make the scalp numb.
Bo Jiu pressed out the typed words, closed Weibo directly, raised her eyes and smiled: "Shopping online."
Following Bo Jiu's movements, the loose collar slid down a little bit, exposing the skin inside, which is smooth in porcelain white, and the collarbone is moderately deep, beautiful to the eyes, like milk curd.
Qin Mo seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair hadn't been brushed yet, and his black hair was drooping wet. After seeing this scene, his eyes deepened a little: "Come here."
"Huh?" The boy didn't move, still holding the mouse in his hand.
Qin Mo paced over, stretched out his hand and pulled the person's clothes up: "Pay attention to your image, Mrs. Qin."
Hear these three words again.
Bo Jiu's face was a little hot, and she changed the topic: "What did Aunt Zhang do?"
"Small steamed buns, made with beans and string meat." Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Why? Don't you like it?"
Bo Jiu reached out and hugged him: "I like it."
Qin Mo paused with his fingers, his eyes dimmed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Two people came up from downstairs.
The steaming hot steamed buns are just out of the oven.
It is said to be Xiaolongbao, but the homemade steamed buns are many times more delicious than outside.
The surface is soft and chewy, and the stuffing will leave a fragrance in your mouth as soon as you bite it down.
I thought one cage was enough for the two of them.
But at the end when Aunt Zhang saw the young man with the last meat bun in his mouth, she raised her head and asked if she had any more.
Only then did Aunt Zhang realize that she made a little less of this breakfast.
"I'm going to steam another basket now." Aunt Zhang said.
Qin Mo said, "No need, when the time comes, she will be full and her stomach will feel uncomfortable."
Bo Jiu was still greedy, lying there, lacklustre.
Qin Mo always felt that this scene looked familiar, but he couldn't find any traces of where he had seen it.
It's just that the person in front of him seemed to have become much smaller, and he was still muttering: "Momo, can you just let me eat another meat bun, and I will eat another one."
"You've said that five times." It was his voice.
"Ah, five of them were given to me, the sixth one is not bad, 6666, this number is auspicious, auspicious!"
The little guy is always right.
He didn't speak, but pressed his fingers on the man's swollen belly, and only said two words: "Shut up."
Such a picture is blurred and ethereal, as if it does not exist.
Qin Mo's eyes flashed for a moment, and when he looked back, it was the young man who was pulling his sleeve with his fingers, his eyes were full of worry: "Does your hand hurt again?"
Compared to someone else, he didn't pay much attention to his hands.
"It doesn't hurt." Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, freed his other hand to press her hand down, and held it in his hand.
We have to hold hands when we eat, Aunt Zhang really doesn't know what to say, try not to disturb those two people, put down the things with a smile, then go to the kitchen, and send a voice message to Empress Anying: "Madam, don't worry , there is nothing wrong with the young master, and we are on good terms with Jiu Shao."
After An Yinghou saw this WeChat message, she felt a little relieved. What she was worried about was Mo'er's psychological problems.
I heard that Jiangcheng has just come down to peace, but the overall situation is still not good.
Even if her husband didn't say anything, An Yinghou had vaguely noticed the problem, otherwise, that person would not have shown up for so many days, and even sent someone to protect her.
An Yinghou herself is fine, mainly because of her son.
What she was worried about was that the case of that year was not over yet...
Time passed slowly.
Especially for universities.
Since that square live broadcast.
The police are eyeing a certain university.
Some people are complaining, some people are afraid, always feel that something will happen.
In the cafeteria, many people were discussing this matter.
"Hey? Fanjia, why don't you look scared at all?" Someone asked the classmate next to him.
The person named Fan Jia smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of. The students of University A are not good in character and learning. The police probably listened to the comments on the Internet because they were anxious to solve the case. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with us. It doesn't matter."
Someone frowned after hearing her words: "I don't think it's completely irrelevant. Don't you even read the news? What a bad thing that person did, not to mention instigating others to commit suicide, and instigating others to infringe rights. Isn’t it a terrible thing to kill the original book? The most important thing to do now is to cooperate with the police. To be honest, no matter whether it is someone from our A University who committed the crime, I hope to catch the murderer as soon as possible. I always feel this A murderer has no humanity."
When the girl said this, she didn't notice Fanjia next to her at all. When she lowered her head, the poisonous light flashed in her eyes...
On the screen, it was the appearance of the Great God when he was a teenager.The fight in the fifth lane that year.She didn't take a close look at the appearance of the great god, so she also remembered the boy's lonely and self-reliant figure, as well as the beautifully curved chin in the broken light when he grabbed her wrist.Now the great god from so many years ago let her watch.Bo Jiu's attention was not on the cold and handsome face exuding fairy air, but he heard his words: "Because there was a guy when I was young, she liked playing games very much.""That is to say, you came to play games because of that person?""Yes."When he said the last word, the man looked at the camera. He looked like a teenager, with thin lips and clean, high nose bridge, and dark eyes that seemed to have light.Bo Jiu's throat moved.When he was a child, he didn't play games that often, and spent most of his time with her.When she passed by with the small keyboard, she showed him the very simple initial code that she had written, a small game that could be operated by pressing the up and down keys, and her heart was full of joy.Later, he wiped her hands and told her that he could play games with her, but she couldn't go out to play with others. She got dirty and rubbed against him again, which he hated.This is quite easy to achieve, so in the afternoon, she plugged in the small keyboard and made a game target, and the two of them played King of Fighters together.She still remembers him asking: "Like?""Yeah." At that time, she looked at his proud, fair and pretty face, and blurted out her liking for it.I didn't expect to be regarded by the master as she likes games.Bo Jiu pressed his finger on the mouse, fixed on the interview, stepped back a little, and listened to the two lines of dialogue again.After listening to it like this three or four times, the corners of his mouth curled up.Check out the comments from fans.Bo Jiu endured for a long time before she could say the sentence: "I am the guy who loves to play games and never forgets the god"."What are you doing?" A voice came slowly from the ear, with a little laziness in the nobleness, a little slow and heavy, but enough to make the scalp numb.Bo Jiu pressed out the typed words, closed Weibo directly, raised her eyes and smiled: "Shopping online."Following Bo Jiu's movements, the loose collar slid down a little bit, exposing the skin inside, which is smooth in porcelain white, and the collarbone is moderately deep, beautiful to the eyes, like milk curd.Qin Mo seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair hadn't been brushed yet, and his black hair was drooping wet. After seeing this scene, his eyes deepened a little: "Come here.""Huh?" The boy didn't move, still holding the mouse in his hand.Qin Mo paced over, stretched out his hand and pulled the person's clothes up: "Pay attention to your image, Mrs. Qin."Hear these three words again.Bo Jiu's face was a little hot, and she changed the topic: "What did Aunt Zhang do?""Small steamed buns, made with beans and string meat." Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Why? Don't you like it?"Bo Jiu reached out and hugged him: "I like it."Qin Mo paused with his fingers, his eyes dimmed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.Two people came up from downstairs.The steaming hot steamed buns are just out of the oven.It is said to be Xiaolongbao, but the homemade steamed buns are many times more delicious than outside.The surface is soft and chewy, and the stuffing will leave a fragrance in your mouth as soon as you bite it down.I thought one cage was enough for the two of them.But at the end when Aunt Zhang saw the young man with the last meat bun in his mouth, she raised her head and asked if she had any more.Only then did Aunt Zhang realize that she made a little less of this breakfast."I'm going to steam another basket now." Aunt Zhang said.Qin Mo said, "No need, when the time comes, she will be full and her stomach will feel uncomfortable."Bo Jiu was still greedy, lying there, lacklustre.Qin Mo always felt that this scene looked familiar, but he couldn't find any traces of where he had seen it.It's just that the person in front of him seemed to have become much smaller, and he was still muttering: "Momo, can you just let me eat another meat bun, and I will eat another one.""You've said that five times." It was his voice."Ah, five of them were given to me, the sixth one is not bad, 6666, this number is auspicious, auspicious!"The little guy is always right.He didn't speak, but pressed his fingers on the man's swollen belly, and only said two words: "Shut up."Such a picture is blurred and ethereal, as if it does not exist.Qin Mo's eyes flashed for a moment, and when he looked back, it was the young man who was pulling his sleeve with his fingers, his eyes were full of worry: "Does your hand hurt again?"Compared to someone else, he didn't pay much attention to his hands."It doesn't hurt." Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, freed his other hand to press her hand down, and held it in his hand.We have to hold hands when we eat, Aunt Zhang really doesn't know what to say, try not to disturb those two people, put down the things with a smile, then go to the kitchen, and send a voice message to Empress Anying: "Madam, don't worry , there is nothing wrong with the young master, and we are on good terms with Jiu Shao."After An Yinghou saw this WeChat message, she felt a little relieved. What she was worried about was Mo'er's psychological problems.I heard that Jiangcheng has just come down to peace, but the overall situation is still not good.Even if her husband didn't say anything, An Yinghou had vaguely noticed the problem, otherwise, that person would not have shown up for so many days, and even sent someone to protect her.An Yinghou herself is fine, mainly because of her son.What she was worried about was that the case of that year was not over yet...Time passed slowly.Especially for universities.Since that square live broadcast.The police are eyeing a certain university.Some people are complaining, some people are afraid, always feel that something will happen.In the cafeteria, many people were discussing this matter."Hey? Fanjia, why don't you look scared at all?" Someone asked the classmate next to him.The person named Fan Jia smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of. The students of University A are not good in character and learning. The police probably listened to the comments on the Internet because they were anxious to solve the case. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with us. It doesn't matter."Someone frowned after hearing her words: "I don't think it's completely irrelevant. Don't you even read the news? What a bad thing that person did, not to mention instigating others to commit suicide, and instigating others to infringe rights. Isn't it a terrible thing to kill the original book? The most important thing to do now is to cooperate with the police. To be honest, no matter whether it is someone from our A University who committed the crime, I hope to catch the murderer as soon as possible. I always feel this A murderer has no humanity."When the girl said this, she didn't notice Fanjia next to her at all. When she lowered her head, the poisonous light flashed in her eyes...
