Chapter 643: President Ba's Diary 1

This is really a sensational confession.
If an adult Lu Zhengya said it, he would be able to easily capture the heart of any woman.
But Lu Zhengya had forgotten that now he was not a tall and handsome adult Lu Zhengya, but a cub who looked only seven or eight years old.
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Of course, this is not the most critical thing.
The most important thing is that sitting opposite him is a little fairy who can never be judged by common sense.
Hearing Mr. Ba’s sincere confession, Jin Li’s first reaction was to suddenly pull her hand away, with a vigilant expression: "Why are you melting me?"
Lu Zhengya: "..."
He was frustrated: "Forget it, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask."
Jin Li shook the phone in her hand: "It was an accident that I saw your trumpet. I only saw a little bit of the content of the trumpet you logged in. I didn't read the rest, so can you tell me, How many trumpets are there?"
She is a little fairy who respects the privacy of others.
Lu Zhengya: "..."
He originally thought that the contents of the phone had been read by Jinli, so he simply abandoned himself.
So, the fact is, Jin Li didn't even watch it.
So, the result of the matter will become, will the punishment be publicly executed in front of Jinli?
He looked a little embarrassed: "Otherwise, you can watch it together tomorrow day."
I don't have any memory during the day, so I won't be so embarrassed.
However, Jin Li waited so long to wait for the evening, how could it be easily let go.
"No way," she said with a smile, "I just waited for you to tell me."
Lu Zhengya raised his head and looked at Jinli.
He saw persistence in Jin Li's eyes.
President Ba gave in.
He took the phone and clicked on Weibo: "That's it, just four trumpets."
The division of labor is quite clear.
A trumpet is mainly used for confession.
A trumpet is mixed into Jinli's fan base and keeps an eye on the fan dynamics.
A trumpet professional stunner, pull countless hatred.
one left……
Jin Li was sitting next to him listening carefully and laughing, occasionally watching some of the comments on Weibo with great joy.
It was strange to see him stop suddenly: "There is another one, what is it for? Hey, don't block your hand, show me?"
Lu Zhengya clutched the phone tightly and said quietly, "The last trumpet is my diary."
It was filled with my yearning and longing for you.
Jin Li was taken aback.
She blinked her eyes and probably guessed something.
"Cough." She coughed dryly. "If it's not convenient, then I won't watch it."
After speaking, she retracted her hand and made clear her position with action.
After she gave in, Lu Zhengya felt much more comfortable.
"There's nothing to watch." He said freely, "You have finished reading the trumpet. It's nothing to read a mood diary."
He handed the phone to Jinli: "Let's see."
Jin Li hesitated to pick up the phone, but couldn't bear curiosity, and clicked in.
Weibo of this account hastened unexpectedly.
No albums, no likes and reposts, and no chats.
There are only one article, simple or long, as Lu Zhengya said, a mood diary.
The most recent one was a week ago, when they were still in the Sun Country:
[Today I had a shocking accident, but due to a blessing in disguise, I was able to sleep in her room. 】