Qing Gu Rumo

Eighth Five

It didn't take long for that weird stretching-hand girl to make a fuss again.

When Brother Yi called them over, Jun Mo had a private chat with Fei Jue: Do you have time?To see the fun.

Fei Jue quickly replied: Honey, how can I be free, I am busy stealing the account of a non-mainstream little sister.Contact me in half an hour, or I will call you if I fix it in advance.Oh yes, the number I stole is the one on the speaker.

Glancing at the bustling horn channel, I can't write all the names, which hurts my heart.Since some members of the community were doing the brushing, Jun Mo followed to see what was going on.

It seems that Brother Yi also asked them to go and watch her. Jun Mo is very protective of his own people. As long as his friends, clubs, and his minefields are stepped on, he will basically take revenge.

Now a certain douchebag, relying on his awesome computer skills, has gone to steal someone's account.It is estimated that if he has more taste, he will easily hack other people's computers.So this girl's account survived in her hands for at most half an hour.

Poor people must have something to hate. This non-mainstream little sister has a thick skin and an outrageously cheap mouth at the same time.

The name of the room is [ゞ灬晓恬哥哥退去吃食], and the girl insisted that it was Brother Yi who gave her room name first before she put it up:

[Currently] VIP4 can’t write, hurts in my heart: Today I danced with my sister, and after a while I plan to go to Brother Yi’s room for a walk, who knows their room name and my name to ask me to eat Xiang oh.

[Current] VIP20 ゞ灬Qingyu Xiaoxi: You will eat it yourself, who will specifically ask you to eat it?

Jun Mo calmly complained.

Member: President, you are really... witty.

[Currently] VIP10 has deep merits and fame: give a thumbs up to the upstairs, tell me, girl, who are you going to scare to death by spewing blood, show the evidence, and directly upload the screenshots.

【Current】VIP6 dazzling pupil. :Apologize!Did you hear me? !

……

15 minute later.

When the girl was having a heart-stirring conversation with a group of people, she suddenly went offline.

Fei Jue sent a private chat: In order to prevent her from engaging in secret security, I also hacked her computer by the way.This non-mainstream little sister is so cute, she didn't even set up a password.

Jun Mo asked faintly: ... and then?

Fei Jue sent a smiling emoji: I just randomly set up a security question, so she can find it if she can find it.

Jun Mo calmly: You are amazing

Fei Jue began to feel uneasy: Will they lose the fun of teasing and comparing?

Jun Mo is still calm: No, if they know that you did it, they will love you to death

Fei Jue became even more uneasy: "Death is not the way I want to die."

Jun Mo remained calm: Even if you want to die like this, do you think Apple Yan will agree?

Fei Jue was completely restless...

Eighth Six

In the next few days, Jun Mo got up at six o'clock every day, started to play games and completed missions, waited for Qingjiu to wake up naturally, and wandered around the ancient city with him.

The buildings in the ancient city are all quaint courtyard dwellings. The structure of the houses is rough and powerful, and the clean lines are full of power, but the layout and details of the decoration are soft, and the carved patterns are delicate and rich.

Walk across the quaint little bridge, through the alleys paved with stone roads, and shuttle in the lively market.Occasionally stop by the thin canal and listen to the sound of water flowing, time seems to become long and gentle, and it is no longer such a ruthless rush.

Ancient music full of ethnic customs hovered over Lijiang at night, and they danced with local characteristics hand in hand with tourists and local residents they didn't know.

Occasionally, a group of people would fight and play, but most of the time they acted separately. They made Fang Gangan very crazy when they were in pairs, so at some point, she went to hold a yellow orange Duckling (…).

On the last night, Jun Mo and Qing Jiu sent out the gifts they had prepared for the club members one by one.

At the same time as each gift is issued, a letter to the members of the society is attached.

Dear Members:

Drunken and cherishing beauty, it has passed half a year under your protection.Thanks to everyone's company along the way, never leaving, and advancing and retreating together, the association has grown from an unknown small association to a huge scale in 8 months.

As the number one club, the activities held are far less frequent and rich than the other major clubs, and the benefits are not so many, so I am sending a small gift today to express our two often irresponsible president and vice president (-_-||) Sincere thanks.

Thank you for waiting quietly, and thank you for your trust and sincerity to make the club achieve what it is today.

Drunken and cherishing beauty, the years that have passed, thank you for your company.

Yun Shu, Xiao Xiliu

The letter was written by Qingjiu and Jun Mo together, but it took them more than half an hour to write this thank you letter, which is estimated to be less than 300 words.

Accompanied by a boxy gift box with a yellow flower on top, this letter lay quietly in the member's inbox.

This club carries most of their memories in this game. They don't fight, but they can make noise. It's lively rather than noisy.These emotions are based on perfect data, but they are not influenced by data.

Jun Mo remembers that he once walked alone in a green forest in white clothes, holding an oil-paper umbrella, staring at the colorful trains in a daze; wearing black clothes, he pressed up, down, left, and right, almost blending into the hidden background... …Until now he and Qingjiu are wearing all kinds of couple outfits, sitting on the grass watching the fireworks in full bloom.

Silent night.

The carnival on Bar Street has no effect on this place. The small piece of sky outside the window is a dark blue without any impurities, so blue that it is calm and lonely.

Jun Mo and Qing Jiu left Lijiang when the sky was getting dark. When they were at the airport, Jun Mo glanced back and turned back silently.

In the end, they still have to go back to where they belong.

This piece of peace is good, but after all, it doesn't belong to them yet.

Eighth Seven

At the same time, Qingjiu's parents came back from a trip, and Qingjiu couldn't afford to eat, drink, and live at Jun Mo's house, so he had to go home silently.

The two often look at each other through the window, and Jun Mo often runs to Qingjiu on the pretext of having something to do, and Qingjiu's parents also welcome Jun Mo's arrival.So the two are still in close contact.

After all, Father Jun couldn't hold back.

Before Jun Mo went out to look for Qing Jiu again, Father Jun hesitated and said, "Xiao Mo..."

"Is there something wrong?" A certain moving iceberg is releasing cold air, not to mention how cool it is.

I'm your father, how about being so cold?Father Jun suppressed the urge to shed two kelp tears, and kindly reminded: "Little Mo, your performance...is it a little too hungry?"

Jun Mo was rarely silent: "..."

"Little Mo, I can see that you are interested in that child from the Qing family. But can you restrain yourself a little bit? It's not like you don't know that the child has been honest since he was a child. What if he scares him away? ?”

Jun Mo was quite curious about how his father saw it, but he didn't show it obviously, he just explained calmly: "Dad, Qingjiu and I have already—"

It's a relationship of lovers.

"Which one of you is the one above?" Father Jun directly asked his inner question and interrupted Jun Mo, "Little Mo, although I trust you, Dad, you really don't look like the one above .”

Jun Mo opened the door, turned around and smiled softly. This smile was as cold as a purple rose, not to mention how maddened he was: "Dad, of course I am the one on top—the one sitting on top."

Father Jun's face turned red in disbelief, and the images in his mind were probably full of tofu dregs.How old are you and still look like a brat, how did you get here?

"Dad, if you have any messy thoughts, I will call the anti-pornography brigade and arrest you in the police station for a few days. Of course, I am your own son, and I will let you have food." Jun Mo was calm. After threatening his own father, he closed the door gracefully.

Jun Yan, who was standing on the stairs and heard this conversation, almost stopped breathing.

This is too explosive ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

Jun Yan, with countless exclamation marks floating past, forgot what she was going to do in a bunch of pink bubbles, and returned to her room in a flickering manner.

There is a huge dark cloud above Father Jun's head: Son, you are too cruel, woo woo woo...

Where did his education go wrong?

So he called to have tea and chat with Mrs. Qian, so Ms. Gu called and complained.

Jun Yan once commented on her father like this: Even if you have a handsome face, it still can't cover up your funny heart.

Just as Jun Mo left the house, he glanced at the vibrating cell phone in his hand, the envelope symbol was lit up, and there was Qingjiu's message on it:

Mo, I was arrested and sent on a blind date with Yu Ling.The address is Cape No. [-] near the school, call me later, I will wait for you at the west gate of the school.

"..."

Qingjiu's father is similar to a dictator in their family, unlike his family is already against the sky in the eyes of others.

Sure enough, there is a difference between father and father.

Eighth Eight

Qingjiu and Yu Ling sat face to face, Yu Ling still dressed sweetly, with vivid peach blossoms embroidered on the pale pink cheongsam, her words and deeds were just right, but Qingjiu felt extremely awkward.

After a while the phone buzzed, he said "excuse me" and answered the call.

"Well, I'll go right away." Qingjiu hung up the phone and said to Ling, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry, so I'm leaving first."

"it is good."

Yu Ling looked coldly at Qingjiu's leaving back, her teeth clenched her lower lip tightly, the flawless camouflage was stripped from her sweet face just now, her eyes revealed a cold light, filled with endless jealousy and hate.

Why is he the one standing beside Jun Mo?

When she was in high school, she was in a liberal arts class, and there were only a handful of boys among the all-girl group.But even in the science class where there are mostly boys, talented and handsome people like Jun Mo are still rare.

He is the kind of black uniform that he usually wears, buttoned from bottom to top in order, the collar is slightly open, just enough to see the white shirt inside.He was as cold as a piece of ice, which would freeze a person's heart.He has a face so delicate that it is fake, but at the same time he also has a heart like a poisoned knife.

From the first time she saw him, she was attracted to him. He was cold and ruthless, like a light blue diamond sealed in ice, and the flowing light firmly captured her heart.

Most of the time, she watched Qing Jiu, who was in her class, walking with him. Qing Jiu occupied the position of class grass in the class, with healthy and sunny wheat-colored skin, short needle-like hair and a resolute face. Exaggerated muscles like a bodybuilder, coupled with a height of 1.8 meters [-], make him very conspicuous in the crowd.

In Yu Ling's view, his honesty and stupidity are synonymous, but in fact Qingjiu is still shrewd where he should be shrewd, which makes her underestimate Qingjiu's strength.

When Qingjiu arrived at the gate of the school, the place was still resplendent and resplendent. The structure of a high school with four gates is really unprecedented.

Jun Mo sat in his convertible sports car, with a silver-white body and clean lines.He was wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered most of his face. His fair face was exposed to the sun, and he looked full of aura.

For things like sunglasses, some people can look like a star, and some can look like a blind person, it depends on how you choose.

"Where are you going?" Qingjiu naturally sat in the passenger seat, his white shirt was wet with sweat because of his haste, and his eight-pack abs were faintly visible.

Tell him to roll out of bed earlier every day, do morning exercises, Qingjiu doesn't do life and death, but runs wildly on the treadmill in the gym.Jun Mo went there once, because the hot and hungry eyes of the girls made him no longer want to be watched as a rare animal.

Jun Mo can take it in and out freely, and when Qingjiu found something was wrong, Qian immediately withdrew his gaze: "Shake it casually."

"Why don't you continue to watch?" Qingjiu's smile is still innocent and cute, so cute that Jun Mo wants to whip him, probably the whip is useless to his hulking back that gives people a sense of iron and steel.

In other words, why did he think of a leather whip→_→

Eighth Nine

Qingjiu once thought about his own life.

According to the parents' great yearning for a future full of children and grandchildren, they can form a football team's life.But Qingjiu had already violated their expectations, he took Jun Mo's hand, and was running in the opposite direction without telling them.

Compared with Jun Mo's brilliant record from childhood to adulthood, he has always been step-by-step.

Qingjiu remembered that when he asked him to forgive, he saw the shimmering light in Jun Mo's blue eyes that had always been frozen, as if he would shed tears at any time.At that moment, his heart was also hurting, Jun Mo's sadness was like water droplets smashed on the rocks, seeping into his heart with salt, wrinkling together bitterly.

Deducting the years when I was ignorant and didn't know anything, in the next ten years or so, it was enough for me to put Jun Mo firmly in my heart without knowing it, but I was too slow to notice it.

Until what Jun Mo said when he answered the phone pulled him out of his memory. He watched Jun Mo say the most flat words with the coldest expression. The white earphone cable was hanging on his black and white plaid shirt, which was very obvious. .

"Dad, am I your biological son? So what kind of mentality do you have to expect me to be suppressed?" Although he used honorifics, Jun Mo's words were full of open and dark arrows aimed at his father, "You are such a blockbuster!" Does Ms. Gu know?"

"Ms. Gu said she guessed it a long time ago." Father Jun calmly processed the documents in his hand and said, "This is the conclusion I discussed with her for an hour."

How could he have such a father?

It was rare for Jun Mo to have such an idea.

But Tsundere Mo, your father has complained more than once about you as an old and disrespectful son-_-||

After being speechless for a while, Jun Mo continued: "I won't go back for dinner tonight, so I don't need to prepare my share. Bye."

After Jun Mo answered the phone, he turned his face to look at Qing Jiu, but found that he had already used a kind of helpless and more gentle eyes, like a clear spring water, shaking in his heart.

"where are we going."

Just when the mushroom cloud exploded in Jun Mo's heart, Qingjiu's deep voice came.

"let me see……"

As soon as the words fell, Jun Mo felt that the car body shook unnaturally, and he stepped on the brake.It didn't take long for three or four people to gather.

"Hey, how do you drive?"

The leading man in his thirties pointed at Jun Mo and cursed.

Except for Qingjiu, Jun Mo hates other guys who don't know what to look down on him. He is arrogant, but he has the capital.

He got out of the car and took off his sunglasses, with a sneer in his voice, but no smile on his face: "I still want to ask, how do you drive?"

It was also questioning, but Jun Mo's questioning method made people's backs stiff, and the man's back made a "clicking" sound, probably because he was frozen.Jun Mo's tone was like a beautiful and coquettish fox demon saying to its prey - I am a demon, I don't eat people's hearts, I will grow old.

"Have you ever slowed down so suddenly?"

Is this guy out of his mind?Jun Mo slowed down and braked after they hit him.

"Look at the sunken here! Tell me how to pay for it yourself? If you don't pay, I will call the police!"