No. 1012

What day?

Bo Jiu was a little confused. It shouldn't be the birthday of the master.

If it's not his birthday, what other day could it be?

Qin Mo looked at the man in front of him, and even his eyes showed confusion. He frowned and said in a cold voice: "Confession."

"What confession?" Bo Jiu was still confused after hearing such a hint.

Looking at the handsome mixed-blood face, he approached her a little bit, with a restless breath: "It's the 30th day I confessed to you."

The 30th day of confessing to her?

Bo Jiu paused. She didn't expect the master to specially record such a day.

But it's not easy to respond.

But it can't be ignored.

"Time flies so fast. At that time, Brother Mo, you were really... I was afraid that you would become gay."

Bo Jiu smiled with a bit of evil, thinking that she had the upper hand when she just met the master. Now she can't do anything to fight back.

Qin Mo looked at someone's beautiful eyes and spoke slowly: "Even if I became gay, it was you who made me gay. Don't change the subject."

"I definitely didn't change the subject." Bo Jiu always felt that this posture was too dangerous. If she didn't do it well, she would be taken advantage of by the master. She simply stood up straight. The master shouldn't do anything to her this time. There were parents over there who would occasionally look over here. The master was not a person without sense of propriety.

Qin Mo was indeed very particular about propriety, but... He glanced at the boy who smiled like a fox, and said in a light tone: "Then when are you going to give me a status? Do you want to sleep like this for free?"

Bo Jiu was choked by the master's words.

Giving a status, sleeping for free, etc...

"I thought you would remember, at least give me something, but I didn't expect..."

Suddenly, the voice in my ear seemed to sink.

Even the person standing there seemed to be a bit indescribably lonely?

For some reason, Bo Jiu remembered what Queen An said before. It seems that Da Shen seldom received gifts from anyone since he was a child, and he basically didn't even look at the things at the birthday party.

She thought that someone like Da Shen should be very likable.

For example, he was very likable to her, 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 celebrated his birthday, he was not interested in the things given by his elders.

Maybe it was because Da Shen was too smart, so he could see the pros and cons of the upper class clearly.

In other words, he knew very well that the gifts given to him were all for various purposes.

Thirty days?

She didn't say anything.

She was really a scumbag thinking like this.

A domineering president can't treat his pet like this.

At least he can't be so scumbag.

Bo Jiu felt a little guilty: "Actually, I prepared it, but I didn't remember the date."

"Oh?" Qin Mo put one hand in his trouser pocket and raised his head. His deep eyes made Bo Jiu unconsciously start to look away.

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 what the Great God meant, she immediately nodded: "Okay." She couldn't really become a scumbag.

"I'm really curious about what gift you will give me?" Qin Mo said this very slowly: "You probably won't just buy something to deal with it."

Bo Jiu:...The Great God's words completely blocked her way to buy something. Is it really not intentional?

Qin Mo looked at the depressed face of the boy, and his mood finally improved a little.

After all, he couldn't help it, turned his back, stretched out his hand and pinched someone's face: "You seem embarrassed?"

Bo Jiu pretended to be stupid: "No.

"

Qin Mo smiled: "Really? See you tomorrow."

Bo Jiu responded with a "yes", stretched out his hand to touch his face that had been pinched. It was really a battle of wits and courage to make the Great God happy, and he had to know how to step down.

Qin Mo paced forward, occasionally looking back at the chubby person following behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up silently.

Chen Xiaodong, who stood aside and stretched his neck to look for a long time, had the most tangled expression.

After all, there was still a distance between here and there, and it was impossible to hear what the young master and Qin Shao said.

But in front of the two ladies, he should be more restrained.

The most important thing is not to let the goddess see anything.

Chen Xiaodong thought of this and looked in the direction of Queen An with a guilty conscience.

Queen An's expression did not change, probably because she did not think of the young master and Qin Shao in that way.

Chen Xiaodong did not know that his speculation was completely wrong.

Watching the two people walking back from a distance, Queen An spoke: "These two children are really, if there is anything, you have to talk quietly."

"That's right." He Honghua was a little skeptical at first, but after hearing what Queen An said, she felt that it was nothing.

Maybe it's just that the relationship is too good.

However, she has to talk to Jiu when she has time.

There is no need to pay too much attention to dating a decent child like Qin Mo.

She still had to keep her distance from other boys.

Even if she dressed up as a boy on the surface, she was still a girl at heart.

He Honghua was still waiting, waiting for everything to settle down, waiting for the right time, to let her family resume wearing women's clothes.

This day... should be coming soon.

He Honghua thought, she had to work harder and try to get back everything she had lost that year.

It’s just that… now that Jiu’s identity is so special, how to restore his female clothes must be carefully considered.

Everyone thinks differently.

Bo Jiu is now thinking about giving the great god something.

Until the car that Qin Mo and An Yinghou were riding in disappeared into the night, Bo Jiu still hadn’t come up with a good idea.

What should I give?

Even when he was lying on the bed, Bo Jiu was still thinking about this question.

In the extended Lincoln, without anyone else, Queen An spoke more directly: "When I talked about Jiu's childhood sweetheart just now, you were jealous, right?"

"No." Qin Mo took the mineral water bottle, raised his head and took a sip. From the side of his face, there was indeed no sign of jealousy, but there was one thing: "Why don't I remember having my hair tied when I was a child."

Hearing this, Queen An unconsciously moved her eyes away and looked out the window, saying vaguely: "You were still young at that time and didn't remember anything."

"Really." Qin Mo didn't dwell on this question. His mind was not on this. Instead, he opened his mobile phone, found someone's avatar on WeChat, and typed a few words: "Don't forget to get the gift tomorrow."

After receiving this message, Bo Jiu, who was lying on the bed, couldn't sleep even more. She tossed and turned for a while, and finally seemed to think of something. She raised the corner of her mouth, stood up from the bed, and walked to the basement she had renovated.

The moment Bo Jiu entered, three pure white ultra-thin notebooks lit up at the same time, flashing silver icons, just like the scenes often played in blockbuster movies.

If it was something she made herself, the master might like it...

Following this line of thought.

Bo Jiu opened the official game bar and found the game video of their team. With a click of the mouse, he saved, edited, and cut...

These things are not very complicated in terms of operation.

But they are very time-consuming.

If you want the camera to have a sense of story, you have to find the picture little by little.

The night outside the window is getting darker and darker.

Bo Jiu sat in front of the computer, with his left hand on the keyboard and his right hand clicking the mouse, with his beautiful silver hair messy, and he had no intention of stopping...

Qin's house.

The lights never go out.

This is the characteristic of the military compound.

No matter what time it is, you can see soldiers standing guard and patrolling.

Queen An stood in front of the French window, looking at the swaying poplars, full of thoughts.

It's not because of that, it's just because of the question her son asked her in the car today...

When Aunt Zhang saw it, she brought a cup of tea over: "Madam, did you have a bad chat with Madam He today?"

"Of course not." When Queen An smiled, she still had a pear blossom dimple: "Sister He is very straightforward and she doesn't forget her roots. Now there are very few people who can maintain this after doing business, not comparing or deceiving themselves. Women are weak, but they are strong as mothers. Jiu has a good mother."

Aunt Zhang smiled: "It seems that the rumors are not entirely credible."

"Not credible at all." Queen An lowered her head and took a sip of tea, and the contemplation between her eyebrows did not dissipate.

Aunt Zhang was puzzled: "Then Madam..."

"Aunt Zhang, what did Mo'er experience at the beginning that caused him to lose a memory."

Queen An's question has almost become a taboo in this family since then.

Aunt Zhang didn't know how to answer it, and she didn't know how to answer it.

No one can forget the young master who got off the private plane with blood on his fingers.

At that time, the young master's thoughts were already in a mess...

Actor An also knew that she would not get an answer, so she took a deep breath and said, "Now he has started to contact criminals again, Aunt Zhang, I am very worried that the previous things will happen again."

"Madam, don't worry, this time with Master Jiu here, it won't happen."

After hearing this, Actor An laughed again: "You are right."

After thinking about something, you will gradually let it go.

No matter who it is, it is the same.

And what you can't let go of is always an unknown injustice.

In the club.

Rao Rong looked at a screenshot of a news report, and his hand holding the mouse tightened.

It was an old news report about a policeman's home where a million in cash was found to be embezzled.

Because of the relationship between the black and the black, the policeman did not end up well.

Rao Rong never believed this news from beginning to end.

He wanted to clear his father's name.

As a young man, he tried many methods.

He hit a wall again and again.

The expulsion from the club, and then the final frustration.

Rao Rong wanted to know who killed his father and why the million appeared in his home.

Only rely on that person's strength.

This is reality.

Reality forced him to bow his head...

"Captain." Lin Chentao rubbed his eyes and turned on the light, his hair messy: "Are you still thinking about this game?"

Rao Rong closed the page, then stood up and hummed lightly.

Lin Chentao scratched his short hair: "It's the team as a whole that can't keep up with you. In fact, I thought before that if the captain went to another team, it would definitely be better."

"No." Rao Rong walked in front of him and took a look at the face with a red mark: "Go to sleep."

"Oh." Lin Chentao agreed, but he kept talking nonsense: "Since Qin Mo has been with Xiao Heitao, his playing style has changed from before. He is sharp and shameless, addicted to counter-jungle, and it's hard to defend."

Rao Rong paused after hearing this: "At the beginning, he played like this, but later he changed. His hand injury was one aspect, and his identity as the captain of the Imperial Alliance made him think about the overall situation first, which made him less sharp. Until Spade Z appeared... The Imperial Alliance is very strong now."

Unfortunately, he can no longer compete with the other party in an upright manner.

Rao Rong did not tell Lin Chentao this sentence.

The night continued.

The best international hotel in Jiangcheng is often visited by successful people from various countries.

Director William's Chinese is not as accurate as his son's.

Fortunately, his son translated all the comments on the Internet into English and sent them to him, and said that he would fly to Jiangcheng in the next two days.

It must be said that after William saw some comments, he was a little hesitant.

Should he invite this young man?

He himself despised those who had no bottom line for fame.

But this Chinese boy named Jiu was too consistent with the image in his mind, and it would be a pity to give up.

But as a director, he had to consider the all-roundness of the crew.

Let's put it aside for now and see if we can find other people in China...

William took another look at the comments online, shook his head, and turned off the computer with regret.

At this time, Bo Jiu was still sitting in front of the computer, polishing the last bit of stuff. His eyelids were a little heavy. He took a bottle of mineral water and drank two sips before continuing.

It was almost dawn when he was editing.

Bo Jiu stood up, pressed his neck with one hand and moved back and forth, raised his hand to look at the watch, and prepared to search for the last bit of material on the official Weibo and add it in.

What Bo Jiu didn't expect was that he would receive a private message from Sister Gui.

"I have an unwelcome request. I want you to help my friend. The next match will be against the Shonan team. I know you are very busy, but I have thought about this for a long time. Only you can help my friend."

This is the first one.

The second one is very long.

"My friend is an online writer. She is very depressed now. I can't find a way to help her. It has been so many days. In three months, she not only lost what she wrote, but was also bitten back by the infringer, who said she was hyping. In fact, in this circle, many original authors will encounter infringement. It's just disheartening that no one cares. Some people even say that plagiarists are bored. Yes, they don't care how much energy a book will take to write. The infringer plagiarizes, copies, and makes fan adaptations. It's not enough. He is obviously an author, but he also builds a group to pretend to be a fan. After taking the story framework of the whole book, he bites back the original author and even reverses black and white. The darkest and most powerless thing is that many people stand on her side and even start to brush topics..." All novels, posts and novel comments on this novel site are updated by netizens! It only represents the personal behavior of the publisher and has nothing to do with the position of this novel site! The copyright of all novels included in this site belongs to the author! The plot content and book reviews are their personal behavior and have nothing to do with the position of Aishu.com! All authors must abide by the provisions of the National Internet Information Management Measures when publishing works. We reject any pornographic novels and delete them once they are found!