One thousand and twelve(1/2)
What day?
Bo Jiu was a little confused. It shouldn’t be the birthday of the great god?
Since it is not a birthday, what other days will there be?
Qin Mo looked at the person in front of him and even the confusion brought to his eyes, frowned, and his voice was a little cold: "Confession."
"What confession?" Bo Jiu was still confused when he heard this prompt.
Looking at the handsome mixed-race face, he approached her a little more, with an restless aura: "The 30th day I confessed to you."
The thirty day of confession to her?
Bo Jiu had a meal, and she didn't expect the great god to go and remember such days.
But this is hard to answer.
But we must not ignore it.
"Time flies so fast. At that time, Brother Mo, you were really...I was afraid that you would turn a corner."
Bo Jiuyi smiled a little evil and thought that he was still the best when he first met the great god, but now he can't even tease him.
Qin Mo looked at someone's beautiful eyes and spoke slowly: "Even if it turns into a bend, it will be broken by you. Don't change the topic."
"There is absolutely no change of the topic." Bo Jiu always felt that this posture was too dangerous. Maybe the master would eat a meal of tofu, so he simply stood up straight. The master shouldn't do anything to her now. There are parents who stretched their heads to look here from time to time. The master is not a person without a sense of qualities.
Qin Mo was indeed very particular about the measure, but... he glanced at the boy who was like a fox and said in a faint tone: "Then when are you going to give me a title? Do you want to sleep like this forever?"
Bo Jiu was choked by the great god's words.
Give a name, sleeping for nothing...
"I thought you would remember, at least I would give me something, but I didn't expect..."
Suddenly, the sound in my ears seemed to sink.
Even standing there with that person seems a little lonely indescribable?
For some reason, Bo Jiu remembered what An Ying Queen said before. Since childhood, he rarely received any gifts from anyone, and he basically didn't see any of the things at the birthday party.
She thought that like a great god, she should be very likable.
For example, she liked her very much, and she even gave him gifts at that time.
But in fact, after the two separated, she didn't know how he grew up.
Queen An said that he was indifferent and even if he could celebrate his birthday, he was not interested in the things given by his elders.
Perhaps it is because the great gods are too smart that they can see the pros and cons of those upper class clearly.
In other words, he knew very well that the gifts given to him were all with various purposes.
Thirty days?
She didn't say anything.
She is really a scumbag in this way.
A domineering president cannot treat his pets like this.
At least not so bad.
Bo Jiu felt a little guilty: "Actually, I'm prepared, but I just didn't remember the days."
"Oh?" Qin Mo held his trouser bag with one hand and raised his head. His deep eyes made Bo Jiu unconsciously start to wander his eyes.
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "What have you prepared?"
Bo Jiu also knew that the great god must have seen that she was lying and was about to confess.
At this time, Qin Mo spoke again: "Give it to me tomorrow."
Is this giving her time to prepare?
After Bo Jiu understood the meaning of the great god, he immediately nodded: "Okay." He can't really become a scumbag.
"I'm really curious about what gift you will give me?" Qin Mo said this very slowly: "I probably won't buy anything casually to deal with it."
Bo Jiu:... The great god's words completely blocked her way to buy something. Isn't it really intentional?
Qin Mo finally felt a little better when he looked at the boy's depressed face.
I couldn't help it, so I turned my back and reached out to pinch someone's face: "You seem to be in a dilemma?"
Bo Jiu pretended to be stupid: "Don't be embarrassed."
Qin Mo smiled: "Is that so? See you tomorrow."
Bo Jiu responded, reached out and touched his pinched face. It was really a battle of wits and courage to make the god happy, and he also knew that he would go down the stairs.
Qin Mo walked forward, occasionally looking back at someone following behind him, and his mouth quietly raised upwards.
Standing aside, Chen Xiaodong, who had stretched his neck and looked at it for a long time, had the most entangled expression.
After all, there is still a distance between here and there, so it is impossible to hear the young master and Mr. Qin say something.
However, in front of the two ladies, they should be a little more restrained.
The most important thing is that the goddess cannot see anything.
When Chen Xiaodong thought of this, he looked in the direction of Queen An Ying with guilt.
Queen An's expression did not change, and she probably did not think about the young master and Mr. Qin in that direction.
Chen Xiaodong didn't know that his speculation was completely wrong.
Seeing the two people walking back from a distance, An Yingxiong spoke: "These two children are really true. If you have anything to do, you have to whisper."
"No." He Honghua was a little suspicious at first, but after hearing Queen An Ying said this, she felt that nothing was left.
Probably the relationship is too good.
However, she had to talk to Jiu for a while.
Don't pay too much attention to dating a child like Qin Mo.
You still have to keep a distance from other boys.
Even though she dressed up as a boy on the surface, her family Jiushixin was still a girl.
He Honghua is still waiting. When everything is settled, she will restore her family's women's clothing when the right time is right.
This day... should be coming soon.
He Honghua thought that she would work harder and try to get back everything she lost back then.
But... Jiu's identity is so special now, I have to think about how to restore women's clothing.
Everyone thinks differently.
What Bo Jiu is thinking about now is to give something to the great god.
Until the car Qin Mo and Queen An Ying disappeared into the night, Bo Jiu did not come up with a good idea.
What to give?
Even when lying on the bed, Bo Jiu was still thinking about this question.
In the extended Lincoln, after the absence of others, Queen An also spoke more: "When I just talked about Jiu's childhood sweetheart, you're jealous."
"No." Qin Mo took the mineral water bottle, raised his head and took a sip. There was no sign on his side, but there was one thing: "Why don't I remember that I was overturning when I was a child?"
Hearing this, Queen An unconsciously looked away and looked out the car window, with a vague voice: "You were still young at that time and you haven't remembered it yet."
"Is that right?" Qin Mo was not obsessed with this problem. He did not focus on this. Instead, he turned on his phone, found someone's avatar on WeChat, and typed a few words: "Don't forget to get a gift tomorrow."
After receiving this message, Bo Jiu couldn't sleep even more. He turned over and turned around for a while, and finally felt like he had thought of something. He raised his lips, stood up from the bed, and walked to the basement after she had been transformed.
Just as Bo Jiu entered, three pure white thin notebooks lit up at the same time, flashing with silver icons, just like scenes that are often performed in blockbusters.
If it was something she made by herself, the great god might like it...
Follow this idea.
Bo Jiu opened the game officer and found the game video of their team. He moved his mouse, saved, edited, edited...
These things are not very complicated in terms of operation.
But it's very time-consuming.
If you want the camera to have a sense of story, you have to find the picture bit by bit.
The night outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.
Bo Jiu, who was sitting in front of the computer, placed his left hand on the keyboard, and lit the mouse with his right hand, was messy with a beautiful silver head, without any intention of stopping...
Qin family.
The lights are not extinguished.
This is the characteristic of the military compound.
At any time, you can see soldiers standing guard and patrols.
To be continued...