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For this kind of thing, Bo Jiu has no way to change it.
That's how she does it.
For a long time, she seemed to be a little unable to remember the great gods.
At that time, she almost went astray.
It wasn't until she lost a very important person that she understood.
In this world, there are too many people who can't tell right from wrong, and they can't stand a person who is seriously held accountable, but they connive at criminals to commit crimes again and again.
They don't care who they hurt, because it's not themselves who hurt.
They also don't understand the kind of torment of being disgusting and aggrieved when they say it, and they don't understand what it is to be trampled on after being hurt.
When a person does something wrong, no matter how big the matter is, as long as he shows weakness, he will immediately attract a piece of comfort.
It shouldn't be like that.
Who the hell is the real weakling.
It is the persecuted and unspeakable.
Many people can't afford to toss, but they are desperate to toss because they want a fairness.
How many accomplices have trampled this fairness under their feet, so that it has no way to raise its head.
Even if there is a law, it has not become the strongest weapon.
So, she chose to expose something in this way.
She thought that at the very least, when a girl was being bullied, she would have the courage to say this.
In that case, the person who likes to lie on her back won't just leave.
She thought that at the very least, after a mother defended her daughter's rights, she could get the compensation she deserved, instead of going through thousands of sails and getting malice.
The real culprit of sin, but with impunity, nothing happened.
If before, Bo Jiu had the idea of wanting to change.
Now she will not give up this way for anyone, even if it is that person, she wants it very much, she wants it very much......
Neither of them spoke again.
The atmosphere at the table was not very good either.
No matter how beautiful the roses bloomed, they didn't ease the relationship between the two people.
Even in the castle, there is some quiet.
The old butler stood beside him, wearing white gloves on his hands, wiping a transparent goblet, and his eyes half-drooping.
Then, he walked over with a red wine bottle, his voice was old but natural: "Young Master Qin is very interested in what happened when you were a child, maybe you can talk about it, young master." ”
Qin Mo frowned and did not speak.
Bo Jiu raised his eyes: "What happened when I was a child?"
"Yes. The old housekeeper spoke in English: "The photo on the bookshelf just now, Young Master Qin has been looking at it for a long time, you can tell Young Master Qin about you and Louis." ”
When Bo Jiu heard this, he coughed lightly twice, and then said, "It's nothing." ”
"Young master, is this shy?" The old butler pushed his glasses, observing the young master of the Qin family, who had an immobile expression on the surface, but the hand that picked up the wine glass was sluggish, and continued: "Then I will go and get the diary you wrote at the beginning, it is more convenient than what you say now." ”
Bo Jiu: ......
What happened to Grandpa Housekeeper?
It seems that she always mentions when she was young.
However, if you really let the great god see the diary.
Will he remember anything?
The old housekeeper is also a man of action, and after a while, he took a book with a sense of age and handed it to Qin Mo: "Young Master Qin should be very eager to understand the young master of our family, what kind of personality she has, what childhood experiences she has, basically it's all in it, you can take a look." ”
This is in response to what the old housekeeper said before, Qin Mo wants to know, you can let him know everything......
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