The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo knew that someone would be curious, so he couldn't help but curl his lips and let the person follow him pretending to be casual.

Bo Jiu is also very upright, and he doesn’t have a dark history anyway, so he is fearless!

Qin Mo glanced at the inexplicably proud side face, and the smile on his face deepened. He simply took his coat, leaned on it with his slender legs, and hooked his fingers in Bo Jiu's direction.

Bo Jiu walked over: "What?"

Qin Mo raised his chin and motioned for her to dig into his coat pocket.

Let her get it herself?

Bo Jiu became interested and put his hand in.

When I saw that thing, my ears drooped.

It's the photo that was placed in the villa before.

She knew how to have a boyfriend like Dashen.

Don't expect him to give you a diamond ring or anything.

What the great god likes to do most is to uncover her dark history.

She will have to take time to ask her fans in the future.

My boyfriend has special interests, what should I do? Waiting online, quite urgent.

Although it was fun to see the master being jealous and venomous when he was a child.

But too much would be bad, what if he regains his memory.

This is her dark history again.

Bo Jiu decided to explain this matter clearly before the master fully recovered his memory!

Qin Mo saw that she had not taken out the photo for a long time and still had a helpless expression on her face. He suddenly pulled her over and gently pressed her face into a fist with one hand: "Are you an idiot? Take it. Come out and look over."

What else can a photo have? It cannot be turned over and turned into a ring...

Bo Jiu paused with his fingers and looked at the back of the photo, which was a beautiful line of black regular script.

It's not very long, only seven words.

You are the joy of youth.

"Read it backwards and you should know what it is." Qin Mo lowered his eyes and the lights fell, as if even the night outside the window had become his foil.

For a moment.

Bo Jiu's ears seemed to be filled with only the slow flowing voice, neither high nor low, but full of texture: "The boy I like is you."

This is no ordinary confession.

Otherwise this sentence would not appear behind this photo.

Bo Jiu tightened his fingers and grasped Qin Mo's sleeves, thoughts coming to him.

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

Two words already explained everything.

Great God... he has restored his memory!

All the memories!

Bo Jiu didn't know how to describe the feeling now. There was a blank space, and then he stretched out his hand and hugged the person without saying a word.

This time, he really was hers.

From the inside out.

Completely.

After the joy, there was a muffled voice.

"You haven't even replied to the letters I wrote to you."

Qin Mo put her hair up to her ears: "It's my fault."

"I mailed it every day at that time, and I made a lot of typos. My grandpa, the housekeeper, laughed at me for a long time."

Qin Mo sighed: "So, why did you write a letter?"

What letter does a little hacker write.

Bo Jiu also felt that he was in the second grade at that time: "TV dramas hurt me. They say letters can make people feel sincere. Now that I think about it, emails are the most reliable. At least if you read it, I can still see it as "read" . Even if you don’t see it, I can tell you didn’t receive it.”

"Well, it's not too stupid." Qin Mo couldn't help but smile when he heard her low voice complaining.

Bo Jiu paused, wait a minute, this topic is not going in the right direction.

She was obviously the one complaining about the great god.

Why does the final conclusion say that she is not too stupid?