After taking the room card, Mo Qianqian nodded, and then turned around to leave.

After entering the hotel elevator, Mo Qianqian went directly to the top floor.

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Opening the door of the suite, Mo Qianqian slowly walked in.

The curtains in the room were all closed, and it was a little dim.

Mo Qianqian turned on the light.

The whole space suddenly brightened.

The room is very neat, one bedroom and one living room, as well as a supporting luxury kitchen, bathroom, and even a small indoor swimming pool, the curtain of the pool is opened, and you can see the style of the small half of Z City!

The whole suite, the supporting facilities are very luxurious, which is very in line with the style of Beichen Shaoting.

After visiting the pool and living room, Mo Qianqian entered the bedroom.

The bedrooms are simple and the furniture is grey...... Even the sheets, the pillows, are gray.

She walked to the closet, reached out and pushed the closet door open, and saw that there were all black business suits, and some white shirts, ties, and other items inside.

It seems very monotonous, but Mo Qianqian, who has already known Beichen Shaoting, is not surprised at all.

It was a photo on the bedside table that made Mo Qianqian stunned.

There are two people in the photo, a teenager, and a girl...... Thin and weak, he looked like he was only in his teens, and his face was full of happy smiles.

The boy had no expression on his face, as if he was standing beside her reluctantly.

There was a big difference in height between the two, and the girl stood next to the boy, looking like a toy......

Mo Qianqian picked up the photo and looked at it, and a familiar feeling suddenly came to his heart.

She recognized that this was her when she was a child, and Beichen Shaoting when she was a child.

She only remembered some fragments of what had happened before...... Not all of them are remembered.

But when he saw this photo, another scene appeared in Mo Qianqian's mind......

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In the garden of the Beichen family.

"Shallow, you stand here, I'll take a picture for you." Ning Ziqi, who was obsessed with photography for a while, held a single-lens reflex camera and said softly to Mo Qianqian.

The little girl nodded, walked over slowly, and stood in front of the camera.

When Ning Ziqi was about to shoot, he hesitated, and then dragged Beichen Shaoting, who was reading a book on the side, over.

"You two take a photo together, and when the time comes, take a picture and hang it on the wall." Ning Ziqi said happily.

"Don't!" Beichen Shaoting ruthlessly refused, and a cold and resolute face was not interested at all.

Ning Ziqi ignored his resistance, directly dragged him to Mo Qianqian's side, and then quickly picked up the camera and recorded the scene.

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Thinking back to the past, a faint smile appeared on Mo Qianqian's face......

At that time, she should have thought that Beichen Shaoting hated herself.

But she understands now that if Beichen Shaoting didn't want to take this photo at that time, no one would be able to force her.

Moreover, he actually put this picture here now...... That means that he actually misses that time in his heart.

Thinking about it, the smile on Mo Qianqian's face was even more ......

She reached out and stroked the boy in the photo: "Tsundere man." ”

He always does things that don't fit his heart.

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After visiting Beichen Shaoting's suite in the hotel, Mo Qianqian also felt good, the location of this hotel is very good, and the floor is also very high.