Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

Su Mo's face suddenly became very ugly, and his heart woke up moment by moment.

What did he just say?

Looking at the plain woman in front of her.

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

"Just now I counted as overstepping...that..."[

"Tomorrow, no, it should be today. I will treat you to dinner tonight as an apology. How about it?"

In fact, many people admire Jinqiu.

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

It's just that she now has forgotten the pride she had at that time.

At that time, Jin Qiu was full of vigor and youthful vigor.

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

At this moment, Jinqiu is physically disabled and her heart is broken.

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

The pale fingertips are very thin, and a layer of calluses has been worn due to years of work.

Slowly stroking her stomach, her face was a little distracted, she didn't want him to see her, because of his words, she had already started to lose control of her emotions.

That was not her dream, not a dream she could accompany her.

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

"Okay, Master Mo."

Su Mo looked at her seriously and found that there was no excitement in her eyes. Instead, there were some dead eyes, like those of a person in his 80s or [-]s.

A pair of black eyes carefully slashed at her for a long time before he coughed slowly, a gleam of light shot out from his eyes, he pondered for a long time before he laughed.

"The promise was pretty quick. Those who didn't know thought I hooked you up, but you got hooked so quickly."

When Jin Qiu heard such words, she just smiled calmly, noncommittal.

The dim yellow light of the street lamp shone continuously on her face. Under the darkness of night, her cheeks were as delicate as a ceramic doll.Her eyes, blinking and blinking, were flickering and flickering.