Damn, Marseille is so big, where is he going to find Su Qixi?!

Huo Jingzun looked around as he walked, and many French women saw that he was handsome and wanted to come over to talk, but they were all blocked by his expression on his face, who dares to stop me from finding a wife, who the will kill me......

Su Qixi's mobile phone was taken away by Huo Lingfeng, it didn't work to call her, she used a fake ID card, and it was impossible to check it from the part of the hotel.

Looking for someone in the vast sea of people may only rely on fate.

Huo Jingzun suddenly remembered that Su Qixi had a private blog, and occasionally posted some mood essays, photos and the like in it. One night she fell asleep on the balcony and caught a glimpse of her phone as he carried her to bed.

The man stood on the side of the street and began fiddling with his phone and downloading a blog. In fact, this kind of software is very unfamiliar to Huo Jingzun, he has never played these, even if he is interested, it is in guns, business wars, etc.

He only reads financial weeklies when he reads news, not to mention going to Weibo and blogs.

When registering, it prompted that a new name was needed, and the man thought about it and typed: Xi Tingzun.

Seeing the words "successful registration", the corners of Huo Jingzun's mouth couldn't help but hook slightly.

He remembered that Su Qixi's blog name was......

Seven years of scenery.

Yes, yes, that's right.

Huo Jingzun was a little surprised when he saw it for the first time, he very consciously thought of the word Qijing as him and Su Qixi, but found that there was a passing year behind him......

What does the passing year mean, is there a flowing year?

When he thought of this, he was so angry that he couldn't do it.

The man endured his anger and searched for the words "Seven Scenes" and immediately found her blog.

There was also an update at 2 o'clock this afternoon

The most willing to forget the poetry of the ancients, the most disdainful is lovesickness. Guarding love is afraid of people laughing, and afraid of people seeing clearly. : Marseille is so cold, I didn't bring my sweater, I really want to hug the fire and kiss it, I want to think about the fire so much. Plus a crying emoji.

Huo Jingzun, "......"

Just think about my son? Why don't you want to hug him, kiss and touch him?!

He immediately sent a private message to her blog: Su Qixi, I'm in Marseille, call me quickly! You dare to find someone to kiss you, see that I won't beat you to death!

After sending six or seven messages in a row, Huo Jingzun was still panicked when he thought about it, and registered a small account again, and commented in the tone of a passerby under this blog: Little girl, there is no your husband and no son, so before kissing your son, you should kiss your husband first.

The man didn't think there was anything wrong, and he read it several times after sending it, and then he was a little relieved.

Huo Jingzun stood by the bridge pier for a while, stood up and walked forward.

At the moment when the man walked on the overpass, Su Qixi walked out from the intersection on the other side. She carried her backpack and walked to the other side along the road Huo Jingzun had just walked.

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Gu Lang also wandered around the street and ate some snacks, but he still didn't have much thought. He wanted to go to Huo Jingzun, but he didn't know why, he seemed to ...... Some don't dare.

Not afraid, but because it's in Marseille right now, so ...... He simply didn't dare.

Gu Romancy walked aimlessly for a long time, he deliberately avoided it, but in the end he came here, an ancient and quiet street.

This is the place where he met Huo Jingzun for the first time, or rather, the place where he saved him.

Time seems to stand still at this moment, and everything around it is changing and reversing at a rapid pace......