[Zhang Jike] Unexpected

In a certain month of 20, Zhang Jike received an invitation from "The Man Doing Housework 2", so he asked Qin Moyi if he would like to participate, and if she would mind appearing in the scene.

His original intention was to use this program to record the happy married life between himself and the girl.

But in Qin Moyi's view, everything they experienced seemed to have the presence of God's will.

An invisible hand is in control.

She who is not free has no reason to refuse.

The night before the filming of the show was a normal day.

If I have to say something different, it should be that the moonlight that night was exceptionally beautiful.

Qin Mo rested his pillow on Zhang Jike's arm and watched TV, and faintly said, "Brother Ke, I love you." I love you very much.

!! ?

What day is today?

What they watch is just ordinary sports channels, how can a girl suddenly express feelings?

While Zhang Jike was in a daze, he still didn't forget to answer her, "I love you too."

In response, Qin Mo lowered his eyes and smiled, saying inexplicably, "Brother, you must always keep it in your heart."

"...of course I will always remember."

The ventricle collapsed uncontrollably, Zhang Jike panicked, his throat was blocked for no reason, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Yiyi, can you tell me you love me every day from now on?"

He desperately wanted the promise the girl had given him.

"..."

The girl said nothing.

Zhang Jike's heart went cold for an instant.

He chose to ignore it far-fetchedly, and acted like a baby at the girl as if he hadn't noticed anything, trying to earn some comfort.

However, no matter what trouble Zhang Jike made, Qin Moyi just smiled, as if he had no temper, as if he would tolerate him forever, without saying a word.

That night, they were lingering to death.

The next day, the sun rose in the east, and the sky suddenly brightened, unchanged from ancient times.

Opening his eyes, the decoration that is completely different from the wedding room looks very familiar.After receiving this silent notification, Qin Mo realized that he was actually sleeping in the single apartment in his previous life.

Feeling inexplicably panicked, she hurriedly pulled out her phone.

Time, October 2020, 5.

It was the day when she first met a man in her previous life.

crunch.

The bad habit of biting fingernails, which was corrected in the early years, has come back wantonly, causing the woman with disheveled hair to appear a little nervous.

The fingers that landed on the screen slid frantically, and Qin Mo flipped through Zhang Jike's Weibo super chat, combined with multi-dimensional information to quickly digest and understand, and learned that the other party had already started recording "The Man Doing Housework".

You still have time.

Thinking of this, at the moment, she rushed out of the room regardless.

In her panic, she didn't notice that she was wearing a long skirt that was almost exactly the same as the day they first met.

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At the intersection of xxx Road.

The eyes slowly fell into darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the furrowed eyebrows, surprised expression, and horrified heart, everything returned to its original position.

In the next second, the woman opened her eyes, her complexion became flat, and her eyes were as clear as before.

Without being calm and low-key, she seems to have become the 26-year-old junior high school Chinese teacher with a smooth life.

Today is the first blind date in Qin Mo's life.

She had some expectations, but also some inexplicable fears and worries.Too many intertwined emotions were mixed together, causing her to think in a trance that she had split.

"No. xxx2... No. xxx2..."

The coffee shop with a fresh appearance appeared in Qin Moyi's line of sight, as if possessed by a demon, he pushed her forward.

"Miss." Someone stopped her, with a work card hanging around her neck, "Filming is going on inside, no one else is allowed to enter."

"But I'm here for a blind date..."

As soon as Qin Mo heard his own voice softly, he was full of confusion about the future.

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