Chapter 1839 The Stunned Bo 9

Suddenly a voice, accompanied by the approach of the light lotus fragrance, rang in her ears.

"Can you sign this for me?"

At first, Bo Jiu didn't notice the appearance of the visitor.

I just feel that the smell is very familiar.

It was so familiar that she even felt dazed for a moment.

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

Only occasionally do I think of it when I see the keyboard.

There was a woman who would make her the most delicious bean and meat 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 number on the keyboard. letters.

Later, overnight.

All of these are gone, only the stone tablet on the back mountain remains.

The more important the person is, the less they can accept her leaving.

The joyful festival was once the last day Bo Jiu wanted to spend.

The winter at home is really cold without her.

As the young master of a hacker family.

Bo Jiu has been very rational since he was a child.

That kind of reason is covered up under the evil and unruly nature.

Only the most important people who accept it leave.

Only then can you stand alone.

It’s not that I haven’t thought about it.

Just after the deepest wish comes true.

For the first time in my life.

Bo Jiu was completely stunned in front of others.

Just like a silly kid.

Everything about laziness, publicity, and domineeringness was all at this moment, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

All the sounds in my ears are gradually fading away.

There is no way to organize my thoughts together.

When you react.

Bo Jiu stood up suddenly. The ends of his black hair were slightly raised because he had been signing autographs for too long, but this did not affect his handsomeness at all.

But Zhao Sanpang, who was sitting next to Bo Jiu, turned his face sideways: "Little Spade, what are you doing, cheating?"

What are you doing standing up if you don't even bother to sign your name?

Zhao Sanpang followed Bo Jiu's gaze and whistled subconsciously: "I'll go, the beauty is from the president's money."

Snapped

Bo Jiu hit him directly on the back of the head, and finally regained his tone: "Speak politely."

"I just said beauty, why are you so rude?" Zhao Sanpang glared: "You have recovered from the dull look just now, and let me tell you, little spade, although your fans are generally good-looking, But you can’t touch my hairstyle, you understand.”

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

Louluo looked at the young man in front of him with his black hair still standing up, and inexplicably wanted to reach out and touch his head. He always felt very obedient and fierce.

I was worried that there would be people queuing behind me, which would delay my time.

Louluo didn't stay much longer, but the business temperament on his body was hard to eliminate, and he had a cold beauty. He pushed the pillow forward again: "Is it okay or your team doesn't allow it?"

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

too young.

Much the same as when she left.

No matter how much maintenance is done, it will never be like this.

Is it just that they look alike?

But if they look alike.

Why are their dressing styles, speech patterns, and voices exactly the same?

Bo Jiu is a person born from darkness, and he does not just believe what he sees in front of him.

Until her peripheral vision caught the figure holding a black umbrella in the crowd