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Chapter 296: Mr. Bo's Confession 【10】

Su Mo's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he woke up in his heart.

What did he just say?

Looking at the calm woman in front of him.

After a long time, he said slowly: "Well, Happy Valentine's Day, your affairs have nothing to do with me."[

"I just went over the top...that..."

"Tomorrow, no, it should be today. I'll treat you to a meal tonight as an apology. What do you think?"

In fact, many people admire Jinqiu.

Back then, she was alone in the University of London, which was everyone's yearning. In one day, walking lightly on campus, she would encounter no less than three confessions of love.

However, now she has forgotten the pride she felt at that time.

At that time, Jinqiu was full of energy, young and energetic.

If that boy can say a word to her, he will be so excited that he can't sleep at night.

At this moment, Jinqiu is physically disabled and mentally broken.

But no man is willing to look at her sincerely, let alone her...

The pale fingertips are very thin and have a layer of calluses from years of working.

Slowly stroking her belly, her face looked troubled. She didn't want him to see that she was starting to lose control of her emotions because of his words.

That was not her dream, and it was not a dream that she could accompany.

She gritted her teeth secretly, her face lost all color, she raised her head with a smile, and looked at Su Mo calmly.

"Okay, Master Mo."

Su Mo looked at her seriously and found that there was no excitement in her eyes. Instead, they were surrounded by the eyes of someone in their seventies or eighties.

A pair of black eyes stared at her carefully for a long time, then he coughed slowly, a light shot out of his eyes, he pondered for a while, and then he laughed.

"I agreed pretty quickly. People who didn't know better thought I was hooking up with you, but you took the bait so quickly."

When Jinqiu heard these words, he just smiled calmly and noncommittally.

The dim light of the street lamp kept shining on her face. Under the cover of night, her cheeks were as delicate as a porcelain doll. Her eyes blinked, flickering in and out of light.

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