The national school idol is a girl

Suddenly a voice, accompanied by the approach of the light lotus fragrance, rang in her ears.

"Can you sign this for me?"

At first, Bo Jiu didn't notice the appearance of the visitor.

I just feel that the smell is very familiar.

It was so familiar that she even felt dazed for a moment.

Then, Bo Jiu looked at the business suit close at hand, curled his lips and smiled, raised his head, and just as he was about to speak, he saw a face that he didn't even dare to dream about.

Only occasionally do I think of it when I see the keyboard.

There was a woman who would make her the most delicious bean and meat buns. When she was very young, she would hold her in her arms, sign with a pen with one hand, hold her hand, and press the first number on the keyboard. letters.

Later, overnight.

All these are gone, only the stone tablet on the back mountain remains.

The more important the person is, the less they can accept her leaving.

The joyful festival was once the last day Bo Jiu wanted to spend.

The winter at home is really cold without her.

As the young master of a hacker family.

Bo Jiu has been very rational since he was a child.

That kind of reason is concealed under the evil and unruly nature.

Only the most important people leave.

Only then can you stand alone.

It’s not that I haven’t thought about it.

Just after the deepest wish comes true.

For the first time in my life.

Bo Jiu was completely stunned in front of others.

Just like a silly kid.

Everything about laziness, publicity, and domineeringness were all at this moment, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

All the sounds in my ears are gradually fading away.

There is no way to organize my thoughts together.

When you react.

Bo Jiu stood up suddenly. The ends of his black hair were slightly raised because he had been signing autographs for too long, but this did not affect his handsomeness at all.

On the other hand, Zhao Sanpang, who was sitting next to Bo Jiu, turned his face sideways: "Little Spade, what are you doing, cheating?"

What are people doing standing up if they don't even bother to sign?

Zhao Sanpang followed Bo Jiu's gaze and whistled subconsciously: "I'll go, beauty! It's the president's money."

Snapped!

Bo Jiu hit him directly on the back of the head, and finally regained his tone: "Speak politely."

"I just said beauty, why are you so rude?" Zhao Sanpang glared: "You were so dumbfounded just now? And let me tell you, little spade, although your fans generally have good looks. Gao, but you can’t touch my hairstyle, you understand.”

Bo Jiu didn't look at him, his eyes didn't shift at all.

Louluo looked at the young man in front of him with his black hair still standing up, and inexplicably wanted to reach out and touch his head. He always felt very obedient and fierce.

I was worried that there would be people queuing behind me, which would delay my time.

Louluo didn't stay much longer, but it was hard to get rid of the commercial temperament on his body. With a cold beauty, he pushed the pillow forward again: "Is it okay? Or does your team not allow it?"

Bo Jiu was so smart that he quickly realized something was wrong.

too young.

Much the same as when she left.

No matter how much maintenance is done, it will never be like this.

Is it just a look-alike?

But if they look alike.

Why are their dressing styles, speech patterns, and voices exactly the same?

Bo Jiu is a person born from darkness, and he does not just believe what he sees in front of him.

Until her peripheral vision caught the figure holding a black umbrella in the crowd...