Chapter 648

It's really a sensational confession.

If the adult Lu Zhengya said it, he would easily capture any woman's heart.

But Lu Zhengya forgot that he is not a tall and handsome adult Lu Zhengya, but a cub who looks no more than seven or eight years old.

Advertising effect -100000.

Of course, this is not the most critical point.

The most important thing is that what he is sitting opposite is a fairy who can never be measured by common sense.

Hearing this sincere confession from the bully, Jin Li's first reaction was to suddenly pull her hand away and look Alert: "what are you doing to melt me?"

Lu Zhengya: "..."

His frustrated forehead: "well, what do you want to ask, please ask."

Jin Li shook her mobile phone and said, "I saw your small account by accident. I only saw a little bit of the content of the login small account. I didn't see the rest, so can you tell me how many trumpets do you have? "

She's a fairy who respects other people's privacy.

Lu Zhengya: "..."

He thought that the content of the mobile phone had been read by Jinli, so he just gave up.

So, the fact is, Jin Li didn't read it at all.

So, the result of the matter will become, in the face of Jin Li public punishment?

There is some difficulty between his looks: "otherwise, you can watch it together tomorrow in the daytime."

I don't have memory during the day, so I won't be so embarrassed.

However, Jinli has been waiting for so long to wait for the evening. How can she let it go easily.

"No way." She said smilingly, "I'm just waiting for you to tell me."

Lu Zhengya looks up at Jin Li.

He saw persistence in Jinli's eyes.

The bully backed down.

He took over his cell phone and clicked on his microblog: "just four trumpets."

The division of labor is quite clear.

A trumpet is mainly used as a confession.

A trumpet mixes with the fans of Jinli, and pays attention to the fans' trends at any time.

A small professional spit, pull hatred countless.

And one more

Jin Li is sitting beside him, listening carefully and laughing, occasionally watching some of the comments on Weibo.

It's strange to see him stop suddenly: "there's another one. What's it for? Hey, don't block your hand, show me? "

Lu Zhengya holds on to his mobile phone and says in a small voice," the last trumpet is my diary. "

It's full of my yearning and longing for you.

Jin Li is stunned.

She blinked and probably guessed something.

"Cough." She gave a dry cough. "If it's not convenient, I won't watch it."

She said, she took back her hand and expressed her position with her actions.

As soon as she gave in, Lu Zhengya felt more comfortable.

"Nothing can't be seen." He said freely, "you've read all the trumpets. It's nothing to read a mood diary."

He hands the mobile phone to Jin Li: "look."

Jin Li hesitated to take over the mobile phone, but she couldn't bear to be curious and ordered in.

This number of micro blog unexpectedly hurried.

There are no albums, no likes to forward, and no people to spray.

Only one, or simple or long, as Lu Zhengya said, mood diary.

The latest one was a week ago, when they were still in the kingdom of the sun:

[I had a terrible accident today, but I was able to sleep in her room thanks to good luck. ]