Chapter 935

what day?

Bo Jiu was a little confused, shouldn't it be the birthday of the Great God?

If it's not a birthday, what day is there?

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

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

Seeing that handsome mixed-race face, he approached her a little more, with a restless air: "The 30th day since I confessed to you."

The 30th day of confessing to her?

Bo Jiu had a meal, she didn't expect that the Great God would specially remember this kind of day.

But this is not easy to answer.

But you have to accept it.

"Time flies so fast. At that time, Brother Mo, you were really... I was afraid that you would change your mind."

Bo Jiuyi smiled a bit wickedly, thinking that she had the upper hand when she first met the Great God, and now she has no choice but to fight back.

Qin Mo looked at someone's beautiful eyes, and said slowly, "Even if it's a bend, it's because of you, so don't change the subject."

"Absolutely didn't change the subject." Bo Jiu always felt that such a posture was too dangerous. If he didn't do it, he would be eaten tofu by the master, so he simply stood up straight. Some parents stretched their heads to look this way from time to time, the Great God is not a person who has no sense of propriety.

Qin Mo is indeed very particular about propriety, but... he glanced at the young man who looked like a fox with a smile, and said in a calm tone, "Then when are you going to give me a title? Do you want to keep sleeping like this for nothing?"

Bo Jiu choked on the Great God's words.

Give credit, sleep in vain or something...

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

Suddenly, the voice in the ear seemed to sink.

Even standing there with that person, it seems a little indescribably lonely?

For some reason, Bo Jiu remembered what An Yinghou said before, since she was young, she seemed to seldom receive gifts from anyone, and she basically didn't even look at those things at the birthday party.

She thought that someone like a great god should be very likable.

For example, he liked her very much, and she even gave him gifts at that time.

But in fact, after the two separated, she didn't know how he grew up.

An Yinghou said that he is indifferent, even if he celebrates his birthday, he is not interested in the things sent by his elders at all.

Probably because the Great God is too smart, so he can clearly see the pros and cons of the upper class.

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

Thirty days?

She said nothing.

Thinking of her like that, she is really scumbag.

The domineering president can't do this to his pets.

At least not so scumbag.

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

"Oh?" Qin Mo raised his head with one hand in his trouser pocket, his deep eyes made Bo Jiu start to wander unconsciously.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "What have you prepared?"

Bo Jiu also knew that the master must have seen that she was lying, and just wanted to confess.

At this time, Qin Mo said again: "Give it to me tomorrow."

Is this giving her time to prepare?

After Bo Jiu understood the meaning of the Great God, she nodded immediately: "Okay." You can't really become a scumbag.

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

Bo Jiu: ...The Great God's words completely blocked her way to go shopping. Wasn't it intentional?

Looking at the boy's depressed face, Qin Mo finally felt a little better.

In the end, couldn't help it, turned his back, stretched out his hand and pinched someone's face: "You seem to be in a difficult situation?"

Bo Jiu pretended to be stupid: "No embarrassment."

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

Bo Jiu said yes, and reached out to touch her pinched face. It was a battle of wits and courage to make the god happy, and she had to know how to walk down the stairs.

Qin Mo paced forward, and occasionally turned his head to look at the thick-headed person who was following behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up silently.

Standing aside, Chen Xiaodong, who stretched his neck and watched for a long time, had the most troubled expression.

After all, there is still a distance between here and there, so it is impossible to hear what the young master and Young Master Qin said.

But in front of the two ladies, he should restrain himself a little.

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

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaodong glanced in the direction of Queen An with a guilty conscience.

An Yinghou's expression didn't change, probably because she didn't think about the Young Master and Young Master Qin in that direction.

Chen Xiaodong didn't know, his speculation was completely wrong.

Seeing those two people coming back from a distance, An Yinghou said, "These two children are really serious. If you have something to say, you have to whisper it."

"That's not it." He Honghua was a little skeptical at first, but after hearing what An Yinghou said, she felt nothing.

Probably because the relationship is too good.

However, she had to talk to Jiu some time.

You don't need to pay too much attention when interacting with such a decent kid like Qin Mo.

You still have to keep your distance from other boys.

Even though she looks like a boy on the surface, her Jiushi is still a girl.

He Honghua is still waiting, until everything is settled, and when the right time comes, let her family restore women's clothing.

This day... should be coming soon.

He Honghua thought, she has to work harder and try to get back everything she lost back then.

It's just... Now that Jiu's identity is so special, how to restore women's clothing must be carefully thought out.

Everyone thinks differently.

What Bo Jiu is thinking about now is to give the Great God something.

Until the car in which Qin Mo and An Ying were sitting disappeared into the night, Bo Jiu didn't come up with a good idea.

What should I give?

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

In the extended Lincoln, after there is no one else, An Yinghou speaks more directly: "When you talked about Jiu's childhood sweetheart just now, you must be jealous."

"No." Qin Mo held the mineral water bottle and took a sip with his head raised. There was indeed no sign of it from the profile of his face, but there was a little: "Why don't I remember that I wore my hair when I was young."

Hearing this, An Yinghou unconsciously looked away, looked out of the car window, and said in a vague voice, "At that time, you were still young and didn't remember anything."

"Really." Qin Mo was not obsessed with this question. Instead, he turned on his mobile phone, found someone's profile picture on WeChat, and typed a few words: "Don't forget tomorrow. to get presents."

Bo Jiu, who was lying on the bed, couldn't fall asleep even more after receiving this message. She tossed and turned for a while, and finally seemed to think of something. She raised her mouth, stood up from the bed, and walked to her Basement after renovation.

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

If it was something she made by herself, the Great God might like it...

Go down this line of thought.

Bo Jiu opened the game official bar, found the game video of their team, moved the mouse, saved, edited, edited...

These things are not very complicated in terms of operation.

But it is very time consuming.

If you want the shot to have a sense of story, you have to find the picture bit by bit.

The night outside the window is getting darker.

Sitting in front of the computer, Bo Jiu put his left hand on the keyboard and pointed the mouse with his right. His beautiful silver hair was messed up, and he didn't have the slightest intention to stop...

The Qin family.

The lights never go out.

This is the characteristic of the military compound.

Soldiers and patrols on guard can be seen at any time of the day.

An Yinghou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the swaying poplar, full of thoughts.

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

Seeing her, Madam Zhang brought a cup of tea over: "Ma'am, did you have a bad chat with Mrs. He today?"

"Of course not." When An Yinghou laughed, she still had pear blossom dimples: "Sister He is very straightforward, and she doesn't forget her roots. Nowadays, there are very few people who can maintain this state after going into business. They don't compare or deceive themselves. , Women are inherently weak, but mothers are strong, nine have a good mother.”

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

"It's not believable at all." An Yinghou lowered her head and took a sip of tea, the thought between her brows did not dissipate.

Zhang Ma was puzzled: "Then madam..."

"Mother Zhang, tell me what happened to Mo'er to lose a memory."

This question about Queen An Ying has become a taboo in this family almost since then.

Zhang Ma was not easy to answer, let alone how to answer.

No one will be able to forget the young master who got off the private jet with blood dripping from his fingers.

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

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

"Ma'am, don't worry, this time there is Jiu Shao, it won't happen."

After An Yinghou heard this sentence, she laughed again: "You are right."

After one thing is figured out, it will gradually let go.

No matter who it is.

And what can't be let go will always be an unknown injustice.

in the club.

Rao Rong looked at a news screenshot, holding the hand of the mouse, followed by tightening.

It was old news about a million dollars in cash embezzled from a policeman's home.

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

Rao Rong never believed this news from the beginning to the end.

He wanted to clear his father's name.

As a young man, he tried many methods.

Hit the wall again and again.

The expulsion of the club, and finally the frustration.

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

Only rely on the strength of that person.

this is the truth.

The reality made him have to bow his head...

"Captain." Lin Chentao rubbed his eyes, turned on the light, his hair was messed up: "Still thinking about this game?"

Rao Rong closed the page, then stood up, humming lightly.

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

"Nothing." Rao Rong paced up to him, glanced at the face with the red mark: "Go to sleep."

"Oh." Lin Chentao agreed, but the nonsense continued: "Since that guy Qin Mo got together with Little Spade, his style of play is different from before, he is sharp and shameless, he is addicted to anti-wielding, hard to guard against. "

Rao Rong heard the words and paused: "At the beginning, he played like this, but he changed later. The hand injury is one aspect. As the captain of the Imperial League, his first reaction was to think about the overall situation, but he lost his sharpness. Until Spade Z appeared... Today's Dimension is very strong."

It's a pity that he can no longer compete with the opponent in an upright manner.

Rao Rong didn't tell Lin Chentao this sentence.

The night goes on.

The best international hotel in Jiangcheng, the people who stay there are often successful people from all over the world.

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

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

I have to say that after William saw some comments, he hesitated.

Do you want to invite this young man?

He himself is the most despised person who has no bottom line for the sake of fire.

But this Huaxia boy named Jiu fits the image in his mind so much, it's a pity to give up.

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

Let's let it go first, and see if we can find other people in Huaxia...

William glanced at the comments on the Internet again, shook his head, and turned off the computer regretfully.

At this time, Bo Jiu was still sitting in front of the computer, grinding the last bit of something, his eyelids were a little heavy, he took a bottle of mineral water to drink a couple of sips, and continued.

It's almost clear that the sky is about to be compiled.

Bo Jiucai stood up, pressed his neck with one hand and moved it back and forth, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, ready to search for the last piece of material on Shangguan Weiwei and add it.

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

"I have a heartfelt request. I want you to help my friend. The next duel will be against the Shonan team. I know you are very busy, but I have been thinking about this matter for a long time. Only you can help me. my friend."

This is the first article.

The second article is very long.

"My friend is an Internet writer, and now she is very depressed. I can't find a way to help her. It has been so many days, and in three months, she not only lost what she originally wrote, but was also infringed. The author bites back, saying that she is hype. In fact, in this circle, many original creators will encounter copyright infringement, but it is chilling that everyone never cares. Some people even say that those who say plagiarism are idle. Yes. , They don’t care, how much energy is spent writing a book, the infringer plagiarized, transported, and after the fan adaptation is not counted, it is obviously an author, but he has to build a group to pretend to be fans, taking away the story framework of the entire book After that, she came back to bite the original author, and even turned black and white, and the darkest and weakest thing was that many people stood by her side, and even started talking about it..."