You Are My Unforgettable Love

Qiao Lian refuses to lose, come again!

This time, Zichuan was killed before he approached.

Come again!

Resurrected and killed again.

Until the end of the game, Qiao Lian didn't hit any monsters, and he didn't get any gold coins.

Counting in the past, she died nine times!

Qiao Lian patted his head, and another round, redistributed randomly.

She entered a group and was waiting silently, but suddenly found that Zichuan actually came in, and! Also with her!

Qiao Lian immediately greeted in the team dialog:

[Little Qiao: hi, Zichuan, you played so much in the last game! 】

Unexpectedly, when the words came out, the other party directly withdrew from the group.

Qiao Lian: ...

She found the other's account silently and applied to add a friend.

But the other party didn't agree.

Qiao Lian sent another private message in the past:

[Little Qiao: Zichuan, why did you leave? 】

The news was answered only five minutes later.

Zichuan's answer was straightforward:

[Zichuan: I'm not with a stupid group. 】

Qiao Lian: ...! !!

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Qiao Lian stared at the mobile phone, snorted, and laughed.

That was their first chat.

The young and vigorous self is so irritated by this sentence.

Thinking of his crazy behavior afterwards, Qiao Lian couldn't help covering his face and felt that looking back at that time, he was just a mentally disabled.

She rolled over, and the chandelier on the ceiling in the room pulled her back to reality. The smile on her face disappeared inch by inch.

The sweeter the memories, the sadder the reality.

If her encounter with Zichuan is a fate, then this first love can only be regarded as fate.

She lowered her eyes and shook her head, not letting herself think about it again, for fear of falling into the loneliness of eight years ago.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the computer and found that the stream of videos sent to the stream had been transmitted.

On WeChat, the stream continued to send news:

[Streaming: This is not enough to prove Wang Wenhao's hatred of Emperor Shen Ying, if we have a more intuitive way. 】

When Qiao Lian saw this sentence, his eyes sank.

She certainly has a more direct video, but now, it's not the time.

Throwing the phone aside, she finally fell asleep in bed.

The master bedroom next door.

Shen Liangchuan has not fallen asleep yet.

He was holding a mobile phone, while he was on Weibo, and suddenly saw a stream of video streaming.

Open it, and after watching it, he slightly raised his lips. The maintenance of others always makes people feel happy.

Putting his hands behind his head, he lay down, but couldn't sleep.

Just getting up, he walked over to the next bedroom.

Opening the door gently, the woman fell asleep on her back.

Shen Liangchuan's eyes sank, and she hadn't covered anything. For so many years, how could she still not take care of herself?

He walked over, picked up the cup, covered her, and planned to take her computer aside, but when he saw the contents on the computer screen, he was holding himself.

Turning his head, he stared at the **** the bed with deep eyes.

She said she was busy with work ... So, has she been busy making this video?

In my heart, there was a flash of warmth and impulse.

Suddenly he went to bed, pressed directly on her, and when she opened her eyes in fascination, he suddenly asked: "Little Joe, why are you so kind to me?"