Qing Gu Rumo

seven****

Jun Mo's um made it difficult for Qian Aduo's children's shoes to answer for a while, but soon, she quickly found a topic while complaining secretly.

【Current】VIP10S**e: Stop talking, let's continue playing.It's hard to find someone who is willing to jump and challenge.

[Current] VIP15 ゞ灬Qingyu Xiaoxi: ...

Qian Aduo and Jun Mo played various perverted challenge songs, and the two played with their fingertips, which seemed to be incompatible with each other, but in fact it was just a friendly match.

The consequence of the friendly match was that Jun Mo was so sleepy in the end that he temporarily forgot those feelings and fell asleep, because he was so exhausted.

This is actually not bad, at least he won't tighten up little by little after his thoughts are entangled, and he will be so painful that he can't breathe.

the other side.

Qian Aduo looked at the dark blue sky outside the window. She was located in a high-end apartment near the school. She often played games in the middle of the night. The people in the dormitory couldn't stand it, and she didn't want to disturb others.After all, one more enemy is not very cost-effective.

The game on the computer screen is the data of Jun Mo's game at the moment. He is dressed in pure white to match the white heaven guitar that needs character and big money.The couple column on the information is blacked out, and the signature is so clean that there is not a word.

His avatar is a real photo of himself, I don't know who took it when he lowered his head.There is no online avatar that is a bit inexplicably winking non-mainstream, or an acquired beauty processed by the destroyed Tu Xiuxiu.A three-quarter profile looks pleasing to the eye.

Under normal circumstances, Qian A'duo didn't gossip, but she mainly saw a place and suddenly wanted to talk to him.

After all, they are all so alike.

The only difference is that his love still has hope like a candle flame, but as for himself, it is a burnt wood that has been poured with cold water at the same time.

The black mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up, a sign of an envelope.

"have you slept?"

This was the first sentence Qian Aduo saw. She picked up a tissue and wiped her slightly sweaty fingers, and replied after drying:

"No."

In less than a minute, the familiar envelope sign appeared again:

"I'll find you in the game."

Soon, Qian Aduo saw the red font prompted by the system.

After the second and minute hands reunited briefly at 12, the second hand dropped the minute hand again and moved forward quickly.

Needless to say, this must have been a sleepless night.

Eight****

After a week of marriage, the relationship between Qingjiu and Yu Ling became closer, while Jun Mo became more and more indifferent.

Every day Qingjiu and Yu Lingpao hug each other in the same room, and occasionally see their talk about you and me on the speaker channel.And Jun Mo is either hanging up the phone alone, swiping the trumpet frantically, or burying his head in reading.In class, he was still awake like a never-tiring robot.

While being ignored by his childhood sweetheart, Yu Ling always seemed to have no intention of chatting with him privately, but Jun Mo's thoughtfulness was almost abnormal. After he noticed something was wrong, he pretended not to see it.

Qingjiu watched their sweetness value rise all the way, the corners of his mouth raised inadvertently.

Jun Mo looked at his smile, his expression was still indifferent, his beautiful blue eyes were frozen from the deepest part.

Jun Mo stood on the other side of the door not far behind him countless times, and wanted to knock on the door several times, but when his hand touched the door, he shrank cowardly.

He was afraid that in the end, he would not even be able to be a friend.

On this day, Qingjiu found that his thesis had only been written at the beginning, but Jun Mo had already handed in the thesis early.

Unexpectedly, Jun Mo turned back and gave him another paper written by him, asking him to revise it and hand it in.When he said this, he didn't make any complaints at all, even though his complaints were a torture to his heart.

Only then did he begin to notice Jun Mo's alienation from him.

Jun Mo went to bed very early recently, but one time when he woke up in the middle of the night, he heard the sound of keyboards. He secretly opened one of his own trumpets to follow Jun Mo, and found that he was still playing on stage.

His weird behavior made Qingjiu uneasy, and what made him even more afraid was that Yu Ling, who sometimes said that he had a class tomorrow, was actually in the game!

Soon, Qingjiu received the news that Yu Ling divorced him!

And Yu Ling's email to him:

Ajiu:

In fact, I fell in love with Junmo at first sight.

I used you to get close to him, and I know it's wicked of me to do that, but I like him, so I try to do whatever it takes.

I was with you just to be close to him, but I didn't expect you to get farther and farther away.

You are an honest person, although you are very good, but I don't like your type, it is too easy to suffer.

So I took the initiative to order a divorce, and I didn't want to be so hypocritical.

It turned out that her seemingly harmless approach actually had ulterior motives.

The close target is his own brother.

And he is like a fool, let people step on it like a ladder!

Reminiscent of Jun Mojin's actions in the past few days, the more Qingjiu thinks about it, the more angry he feels!

Nine****

Can't tell what it is.

Jun Mo, who was in the library, finished looking for the materials with an indifferent face, and left the library.

Nothing could be more normal.

On the way, he passed by Yu Ling who was rushing to the library. Jun Mo, who was full of disgust towards her, was unwilling to greet her even though he saw her.

Skillfully walked back to the apartment, took out the key and opened the door, but saw Qingjiu sitting on the sofa, as if waiting for him.His face was ugly, as if he would greet him at any time.

Jun Mo naturally would not detonate the bomb, his brain was not hit by a meteor crater, and he did not get water like a water-filled pork.Holding the brick-like book, he just said hello and planned to go back to the house.

"She divorced me."

Jun Mo was surprised that Qing Jiu would speak first, Qing Jiu's tone was so calm that it made people hairy, but Jun Mo was still as calm as before.

I just find it very strange that Yu Ling would divorce him. Wasn't it a pleasure to show affection a few days ago?It seems that the saying is really true - show affection, die quickly.

"She said she likes you." Qingjiu looked at Jun Mo's unresponsive eyes, as if he knew about it a long time ago, "She married me just to use me to get closer to you."

But he didn't see the icy coldness surging in Jun Mo's eyes.His heart was cold before, but now it is the coldness of being put into an ice cave.

"So you're blaming me?" Jun Mo raised his eyebrows, and his slender eyes looked extremely alluring at this moment, "I knew from the beginning that she had no good intentions, but it was exposed so quickly."

"Shut up! She's not like that!"

"None of my business?"

Jun Mo interrupted him impatiently.

Qingjiu looked at Jun Mo in astonishment, Jun Mo's eyes were as cold as a sharp blade shining with cold light, no matter how cold his character was, he would never look at him with such eyes.

"I didn't expect that your first thought was to come to me to ask your teacher!" Jun Mo sat gracefully on the other side of the sofa, and slammed the book in his hand on the extremely fragile glass coffee table, "Qingjiu, you are really good!" Ah, the image of a woman who values ​​sex over friends is vividly interpreted! One woman has ruined our friendship that has been established for more than ten years, and now I can't even look like you are lazy!"

Jun Mo's deep facial features were polished by the sunlight outside the window to make it more three-dimensional, and it also looked colder, like a god of death who came to kill people at any time with a knife.

"Forget me blind!"

Unexpectedly, Jun Mo was even more excited than Qing Jiu in the end!

He stood up and walked into his room without waiting for Qingjiu to reply.

"Snapped"!

The door was slammed shut!

Twenty

The loud closing sound completely separated Jun Mo and Qing Jiu.

In the evening, Jun Mo started to look for an apartment. While flipping through the messages, he saw those who were satisfied and called to inquire, but many of them were not to his liking.

It was rare for Qingjiu not to play the game, but he still took his small notebook and went to the library to write a report.

He looked at a pile of incomprehensible and inscrutable information books, and in his heart he complained about the professor a thousand times. Of course, it was impossible to regard the gray-haired old professor as his first love.

After two hours of deletion, deletion, and modification, Qingjiu was very depressed to find that the number of words was actually less than the [-]-word composition he wrote in high school!Did he degenerate or the person who set the topic evolved?No, there is still a big difference between a composition and a thesis...

The action that the messy Qingjiu most wants to do at the moment is: (╯｀ ′)╯(┻━┻ (Tucao: This action reminds me of Brother Gou...)

"Why are you today?"

Qingjiu raised his head in doubt, and saw a handsome face, the hair on his forehead was dyed a barely noticeable dark blue.He couldn't tell what brand the jacket was, but he recognized the pants as Dior washed blue inlaid leather jeans. The reason he knew it was because Jun Yan, the prodigal son, had bought them!

The visitor was holding a picture album that could be used as a murder weapon, and sat across from him very rudely.Qingjiu looked at this face that was very easy to mistake the gender, and his stomach hurt very much.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here every night." Qian Aduo rolled his eyes in disdain, "Why are you looking for so much information?"

"paper."

"It's really troublesome." Qian Adduo looked at the pile of books with contempt, and took out a few books from it, "These are enough, the rest is useless. Then again, are you playing now?"

Qingjiu couldn't adapt to the sudden jump of the topic, he was stunned for a while, not knowing why.

"If you are here, click on Junmo's information, and look at the column of close friends." The old god Qian Aduo is here, and he looks very flat.

Qingjiu didn't play the game at the moment, even though the Wi-Fi here has been connected without a password, he still steadfastly didn't play the game.

After climbing up the game with a progress bar of 3 minutes, Qingjiu opened the social media, and Jun Mo's name was lit up at the moment, and there was a close friend sign next to it.

close friend?

Open Jun Mo's profile, which is still extremely cold, and click on close friend.

His confidant column is so spectacular compared to his own that the harem is simply too deserted, there is only one of him in the confidant pit, and there is still a vacant position.The hands of the two showed love, and there seemed to be a hint of warmth.

The intimacy and cohesion bear witness to the paths they have traveled together.

Remarks: deep love

If you are good at the liberal arts, you can probably tell that this is taken from the idiom "鹣沣油情深", which is a metaphor for a couple with deep affection and love that lasts forever.

There are only four words on the mood note: I give you deep affection.