Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

After Su Mo left, Jin Qiu felt that nothing was wrong.

In fact, if a person is really sad to the extreme, then he really won't be sad anymore.

It's like she once put herself in the most humble place.

After the baptism of life and death.

Now, it's true, and I can't feel much sadness or joy. [

Especially when Su Mo told himself that she looked like a fairy.

Her heart really hurt sharply.

Maybe I was excited for a moment, maybe I was excited for a moment.

It was only for a moment, but afterwards, it was still calm and emotionless.

In addition, Gu Bei came to work, and there was a part-time female college student.

The three of them were busy in the flower arrangement shop all day long.

Therefore, she naturally didn't care about thinking about things.

However, it was a reunion, and in the afternoon, I couldn't tell why, but I felt that my heart was beating very fast, a little unsteady, and even a little flustered.

There is a sad secret hidden in her heart that no one else knows.

Those secrets, surrounded by only one person, that is

Su Mo......

However, even though she was flustered, at six o'clock in the evening, she belatedly realized that another day had passed.

Because there are very few orders today, I will be very busy in the afternoon, so it is natural to get off work early.

She called in advance, and the female college student also left, but Gu Bei insisted on staying, and wanted to accompany her until the driver of Jin's family came to pick him up.

The two of them haven't had much to say.

Therefore, the atmosphere seems to be very harmonious.

Gu Bei looked at Jin Qiu, smiled slightly, took out a book from the diagonal schoolbag he was carrying, and handed it to Jin Qiu.

"Sister Qiu, I remember you saying, you like to read these books, I borrowed them from the school library for you, you can read them when you are bored, you can read them for a month, don't worry if you can't finish them, I can renew."

Jin Qiu raised his eyes and looked at the collection of Xu Zhimo's poems. His brows and eyes were peacefully completed just right. He stretched out his hand and took it calmly. [