On the screen was the Almighty's younger self.
It was the fight at the Fifth Avenue.
She hadn't taken a close look at the Almighty's appearance. Hence, her memory was filled with his proud and independent figure, as well as the time he had grabbed her wrist, the beautiful curve of his chin amidst the broken light.
Now, the Almighty from so many years ago was in front of her.
Her attention wasn't on his cold and handsome face. Instead, it was on his words. "When I was young, there was a youngster who loved to game."
"Which means you're gaming because of that person?"
"Yes."
When he said the last word, he looked into the camera. He looked like a youngster, with thin lips and a high nose bridge, his eyes so dark they seemed to glow.
Bo Jiu gulped.
When they had been young, he hadn't gamed often and had spent most of his time with her.
When she had brought the keyboard over, she had shown him the simple code she had written. It was a small game that could be operated by pressing the up and down buttons. Her heart had been filled with joy.
Afterward, he had wiped her hands and told her that he could play with her but she couldn't play with others. If she got dirty and rubbed herself against him, he wouldn't like it.
This was easy to achieve. Hence, in the afternoon, she had plugged in the keyboard and set up a game target. The two of them had played the King of Fighters together.
She could still remember his question, "You like it?"
"Mmh, mmh." At that time, she had been looking at his prideful and fair face and had blurted out that she liked it.
She hadn't expected the Almighty to think that she liked the game.
Bo Jiu's fingers pressed down on the mouse, pausing on the interview. She rewound slightly and listened to the two sentences again.
After listening to it three to four times, her lips curved upwards.
She looked at the comments from her fans.
Bo Jiu took a long time to suppress the words, "I'm the one who loves to game, the one the Almighty can't forget."
"What are you doing?" A voice drifted into her ears, elegant with a hint of laziness. It was slow and deep, but it was enough to send chills down her spine.
Bo Jiu pressed the words she had typed and closed Weibo. She glanced up with a smile. "Browsing the internet."
With her movements, the loose collar slid down, revealing the skin underneath. It was porcelain white and smooth, the shade of his collarbone just right. It was beautiful, just like milk.
Qin Mo seemed to have just taken a shower. He hadn't dried his hair, and it was dripping wet. When he saw this scene, his gaze deepened. "Come here."
"Hmm?" The young man didn't move, his hand still holding the mouse.
Qin Mo walked over, reaching out to pull her clothes up. "Mind your image, Mrs. Qin."
Hearing these three words again.
Bo Jiu blushed and changed the topic. "What did Madam Zhang do?"
"Xiaolongbao with bean meat." Qin Mo arched a brow. "Why? You don't like it? "
Bo Jiu reached out and hugged him. "I like it."
Qin Mo's fingers paused for a moment. His gaze was a little dim. No one knew what he was thinking.
Two people came up from downstairs.
The steaming soup dumplings had just come out of the oven.
Although it was called Xiaolongbao, it was steamed at home, and it was many times more delicious than the ones outside.
The surface was soft and chewy, and when the filling was bitten, it left a fragrant taste in the mouth.
She thought that one basket was enough for the two of them.
But in the end, when Madam Zhang saw the youngster biting on the last meat bun, she raised her head and asked if she had any more.
That was when Madam Zhang realized that she had made too little for breakfast.
"I'll steam another basket now," Madam Zhang said.
Qin Mo replied, "There's no need. She'll have a stomachache when she's full."
Bo Jiu was still greedy. She lay there, full of energy.
Qin Mo felt that this scene was a little familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint where he had seen it before.
But the person in front of him seemed to have shrunk a lot. She was still muttering, "Momo, can you let me eat another meat bun? I'll eat another one."
"You've said this five times." It was his voice.
"Ah, you gave me all five, I don't need a sixth one. 6666, this number is auspicious, auspicious!"
The little fellow was always reasonable.
He didn't speak, his fingers pressing on her round tummy. He only said two words, "Shut up."
The image was blurry and ethereal, as though it didn't exist.
Qin Mo's mind went blank for a moment. When he turned back, the youngster was tugging on his sleeve, her eyes filled with worry. "Is your hand hurting again?"
Compared to a certain someone, he didn't care much about his hand.
"It doesn't hurt." Qin Mo placed his chopsticks down, freeing his other hand to press her hand down and hold it in his own.
They even had to hold hands while eating. Madam Zhang really didn't know what to say. She tried her best not to disturb them. She placed the food down with a smile and walked into the kitchen. She sent a voice message to Movie Queen An. "Madam, don't worry. There's nothing wrong with Young Master Jiu."
Movie Queen An calmed down slightly when she saw the message. She was worried about Mo 'er's psychological problems.
She heard that Jiang City had just calmed down, but the overall situation wasn't good.
Even without her husband's words, Movie Queen An could vaguely sense that something was wrong. Otherwise, that person wouldn't have appeared for so many days and even sent someone to protect her.
Movie Queen An was fine, but her son was the main problem.
She was worried that the case from that year wasn't over …
Time passed slowly.
Especially for a university.
Ever since the live broadcast at the square.
The police had their eyes on a certain university.
Some were grumbling, some were afraid, as though something was about to happen.
In the canteen, many were discussing it.
"Huh? Fan Jia, why don't you look afraid? "someone asked the student beside her.
Fan Jia chuckled. "What's there to be afraid of? Which student in A University isn't outstanding? The police are probably anxious to solve the case, that's why they believed the comments online. Besides, this has nothing to do with us."
After hearing what she said, someone frowned. "I don't think it's completely unrelated. Don't you watch the news? That person has done so many terrible things. Not only did he encourage others to commit suicide, but he also instigated others to infringe on copyright. In the end, he even killed the original author. Isn't that a terrible thing? What we need to do now is to cooperate with the police. Honestly, regardless of whether it's someone from A University, I hope to catch the culprit as soon as possible. I have a feeling that the culprit is inhumane. "
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