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Chapter 823: The incident of Qiqi falling from a horse【19】

But now, she found that she seemed a little greedy. She wanted both, could she?

As for why she wanted to be ruthless, she didn't understand. She just felt that she just wanted to live a normal life with him like this.

"What did you choose to do?" Jinyu asked an essential question, looking at Boqing, and asked seriously.

"If you don't do anything, it's just a multiple-choice question!" Boqing couldn't wait any longer. He stared at her, feeling a little anxious.[

Jinyu nodded, tilted his head and thought for a while, as if he was really making a choice.

Hu Qing hugged her nervously and waited quietly.

After a long while, Jin Yu slowly looked at Bo Qing and said to Bo Qing: "Since you don't want to do anything, why do you have to choose me?"

Bo Qingqi's face turned a little red. He looked at Jin Yu, grabbed her and threw her to the ground, "Is it difficult to choose this? There are so many problems there, let you choose, just choose.

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Jinyu became angry when she saw Boqing, and was stunned for a moment. After thinking for a long time, she stubbornly shook her head.

"Don't you think you're bored? You said you don't want to do anything anymore and you still let me choose. It's very childish!"

Jinyu said seriously, as if he was trying to teach Huanqing a lesson! Why should he be so cruel to her and let her choose? Look at what he did, it was really childish!

Boqing reached out her hand and strangled her to death and pried open her head. What was it made of?

He didn't know anything about coquettishness. Just now he looked at her so tenderly and asked her, what do you choose?

Did she not know at all and couldn't tell that he was indirectly confessing his love to her?

Of course Jin Yu couldn't see it. She still followed her own train of thought and didn't notice at all that Bo Qing's beautiful eyes, which originally contained a gentle light, were now a little cold.

Still minding his own business, he kept chattering: "It's a game I only played when I was a kid. I would tell my brother, my sister and I, two sisters, who do you like best? You choose one, you have to choose."

"At that time, it was so naive. But now that I think about it, we are all equally important. My sister and I are both my brother's sisters, and neither one of us can bear to give up."


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