Lowche's new product has been on sale for five days, and sales are rising each time.

The previous loss of software benefits was quickly made up, and Luoche made a lot of money this time.

In addition, because of the big trouble before, almost the entire people in X City knew that the profits were rising, and soon, everyone forgot about the problematic software.

Su Qingge and the others are also in order to prevent any problems from occurring again, and they are even more meticulous, careful everywhere, and pay attention to everyone.

Mo Huo didn't have a chance to do it again, so he had to give up.

Although their company's software can no longer be sold, at least they still earn a little back, and the interest rate of up to 85% directly empties the money he earned, leaving him with some scraps.

......

"Hustle, don't be angry." Su Yueyue looked at Mo Huo who was standing by the door and stepped forward cautiously.

Her voice is gentle, not much different from Su Qingge 6 years ago.

In a trance, Mo was stunned for a moment.

"Qing'er—"

Su Yueyue was stunned for a moment, her lips turned white.

Mo Huo stretched out his hand to touch his blind eye, only to feel a sharp pain surging up again.

He didn't expect that Su Qingge had really changed like this, and he didn't even know him.

A person can become like this in 6 years, he no longer knows what to say.

Such a gentle, lovely, and innocent Su Qingge was gradually moving away from him at this time.

Imagine that 7 years ago, she would only smile at him, so pure, so sweet-

The picture changed suddenly, Su Qingge had big wavy curly hair, her well-proportioned figure was wrapped in a hot suit, she was stepping on blood, her feet were on demon fire, and the silver whip in her hand was shining with a cold light-

'Don't hustle - I want you - to die!! ’

'No! ——’

Mo Huo hurriedly closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

It's not her — it's not her — it's not her.

"W-what's wrong with you?" Su Yueyue grabbed his arm in a panic, and her white little hand reached for his forehead, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was slightly hot.

How so?

She thought he was angry because of the product incident...

"Qing'er-" Mo Huo grabbed her hand, smelling the sweet fragrance coming from her skin, her smell was not the same as Su Qingge's...

"Hustle-" Su Yueyue bit her lip and hid a trace of sadness, "Hustle, are you okay?" ”

If he wants to treat her as Su Qingge, then as Su Qingge, she doesn't care...

As long as he can keep looking at himself with such gentle eyes.

“......”

Mo Huo raised her chin and stared carefully at her face and her eyes.

Her appearance is exactly the same as Su Qingge's, from the handwriting of top plastic surgery masters, and there is no trace of plastic surgery.

It's like — born to look like this.

"I don't know, I thought you were Qing'er's own sister." His slender fingers slowly ran across her cheeks, looking extremely ambiguous.

"Hustle-" Su Yueyue's face turned a little pale, and thousands of uncomfortable feelings surged in her heart.

She originally looked a little similar to Su Qingge, although it was only 5 points, but her face shape was almost the same as Su Qingge's, so the surgery would be so successful.

She knew that he would think of herself as Su Qingge, and she also knew that he called Su Qingge's name when he called her affectionately, and she knew that her heart would actually hurt when she was like this, but she still didn't mind.

She just wanted to see his gentle smile, and she didn't like his melancholy look.

Although she knew - she didn't have many days left.

"Yueyue—" He suddenly called out her real name.

"Huh!?" Su Yueyue slammed it, what did he call her?

She heard you right, right?

"Hustle-"

"Shhhhh

"Do you like me?" He asked her.

Su Yueyue blinked nervously, "I-"

She didn't like him, she loved him—

"Give you a chance to fall in love with you." Mo Huo said.

His voice was like a barrier, bewildered by his voice, as if it was about to lead her astray.

In fact, it was difficult for him to accept the current Su Qingge anymore.

Su Qingge's reversal made him unacceptable, she was completely out of her control, and even threatened her own life.

He didn't calculate it even though he didn't calculate that Su Qingge actually knew martial arts.

He knew she would come back to get revenge on him, and he knew he couldn't get her anymore.

But at least Su Yueyue was his medicine, and her behavior was exactly the same as Su Qingge's......

"Fall in love with me, willing?" Mo Huo stroked her face, and a pair of peach blossom eyes flashed with deep tenderness, as if she was looking at Su Qingge.

Although she knew what the look meant, she nodded without hesitation.

"Hmm-"

"Yueyue—"

"Hmm."

He leaned over, picked her chin, and kissed her shallowly.

"Huh?" Su Yueyue was obviously stunned, but she didn't expect him to do this.

Subconsciously, she hugged him and obediently opened her mouth.

Although Mo Huo had a skin-to-skin kiss with her, he had never kissed himself, and this kiss made her a little overwhelmed.

Mo Huo kissed very slowly and lightly, as if he was tasting the taste of her body shallowly.

Her kiss is different from Su Qingge's, not at all different-

Although the two look the same, talk, behave, and behave the same, the taste of the kiss between the two is diametrically opposed.

For some reason, he was a little obsessed with the smell.

From her kiss, he could completely tell the difference between the two, but he was reluctant to let go of Su Yueyue.

The kiss grew overbearing, deepened, and finally, he pressed the back of her head, the tip of his tongue against her teeth, and the taste between her lips and teeth.

"Hmm-" Su Yueyue was unprepared for being attacked by him, and she was at a loss.

She had to hug him tightly and let him guide her skillfully.

After a kiss, both of them gasped.

Su Yueyue's pretty face was flushed, with a charming color.

Mo Huo's eyes were red, and he reached out and picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom.

He doesn't care about anything else, he just does what he needs to do now, what he can do.

He even had a sense of confidence in his heart, if he really made up his mind, with Su Yueyue here, he could forget Su Qingge in a very short time.

"Hustle - can you take me to the playground when you have time?" Su Yueyue put her arms around his neck, her eyes shining with pleading.

Mo Huo stopped and looked at him suspiciously, his eyes slightly surprised, "Why-"

Su Yueyue smiled, "Because I haven't been there." ”

She didn't have a father, she didn't have a mother, she grew up in an orphanage, and when the director took them on a spring outing, she passed by the playground, and she looked at the tall Ferris wheel, and she especially wanted to sit down.

It's a pity that she hasn't had the opportunity, and after finding out that she has a terminal illness, she feels that going to the playground to play is even more extravagant...

"Okay, if you want to go, I'll take you there."