Looking at these things, Mo Qianqian was a little dazed.

These things were hers, but she felt extremely strange.

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On the other side of the wardrobe, it is neat and meticulous.

A black business suit, a white shirt hung neatly, and the bottom was also black shiny leather shoes......

However, in a series of black and white clothes, Mo Qianqian found several sets of light gray and dark gray clothes.

There is even a T-shirt in white that does not match the style of the entire wardrobe.

Out of curiosity, Mo Qianshang reached out and took the T-shirt hanging in the closet.

At first glance, it turned out to be a hand-drawn cartoon T-shirt.

There's a cartoon cat with a big face drawn on it.,It's just that the style of painting looks a little awkward.,Well,It's like a child who has just learned to draw.。

The clothes still look new......

Mo Qianqian was a little puzzled that Beichen Shaoting's wardrobe still had this style of clothes in his closet.

It's completely out of line with his style......

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The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and the neatly dressed Beichen Shaoting walked in from the outside.

His gaze stopped on the dress in her hand, and his pure black eyes slowly narrowed!

"That...... I didn't mean to touch your stuff, I was just curious, so I took it and took a look. Mo Qianqian thought he was angry that she touched his things, and hurriedly explained.

Beichen Shaoting didn't speak, just walked straight in front of her, looked at her injured T-shirt, and then looked at the expression on her face!

He reached out and lifted the garment from hers.

"Why are you curious?" After a moment, he opened his lips and asked her slowly.

"I just feel that this dress is different from other clothes in the closet, so I took a look, I really didn't expect you to like this kind of dress too." Mo shallow and honest answer.

Such a childish style of painting, and a rough hand-painted T-shirt, and Beichen Shaoting, who has always been wearing tall and high, and maintains a calm and domineering temperament, does not match well......

It's just that Mo Qianqian didn't pay attention to the fact that when she explained, Beichen Shaoting's face changed.

The hand holding the T-shirt was also a little tighter......

She didn't even recognize the dress?!

Beichen Shaoting's eyes deepened and looked at the clothes in his hand, this dress was his fifteenth birthday, she studied with Beichen Yumeng, who has always liked to draw, and drew cartoon patterns with her own hands, and gave him a birthday gift!

Beichen Shaoting's brows furrowed deeply, he didn't know, she really didn't remember...... Still pretending again!

Even if a person's memory is bad, he will not forget what he made with his own hands!

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Seeing that Beichen Shaoting hadn't spoken, Mo Qianqian thought that he was angry because she had touched his clothes.

"I really didn't mean to touch it...... If you hate me getting dirty, then I'll wash it for you......" Mo Qianqian wanted to take the T-shirt from his hand with some guilt.

But Beichen Shaoting's hand flashed, and he took the T-shirt away without letting Mo Qianqian touch it.

"No need." He pursed his lips and hung the white T-shirt back in place with a blank face!

Then, he glanced down at the thin pajamas on Mo Qianqian's body, and ordered: "Change your clothes and go downstairs!" Come out with me later! ”

After dropping these words, he strode out of the bedroom!