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"I bought the naming rights of this planet and took it as a fluophor."

"I think it looks like you."

Hearing these two words, the tingling feeling of Qi Xingchen's heart was more obvious. He tried to keep calm and think about how to deal with the gift.

If this was given to him by Qi's family, he would definitely accept it without hesitation. Because now in his heart, the Qi family is his relatives, and there is no need to be polite between relatives, and he can find an opportunity to send back gifts of equal emotional value.

But the scenery is different.

He can't accept Liang Jing's gifts at ease, let alone return gifts of the same emotional value.

From the reaction of his body, he realized that the original owner's feelings for Liang Jing might be more than friendship.

He must respond cautiously.

"... Thank you for your gift," Qi Xingchen's organizational language, "It has a good meaning, but I don't think the current state is suitable for it. When I really become a fluophor, can I ask you to get it back?

"Okay," Liang Jing did not persuade him, and said calmly, "I believe that day is not far away."

Under Qi Xingchen's euphemistic expulsion order, Liang Jing finally returned to the Liang family.

Qi Xingchen was sleepless by fluophor. He sat at the computer desk and turned on the computer.

Although he occupied the body of the original owner, he had never touched the privacy of the original owner, which was the respect for the "Qi Xingchen" who had passed away.

But now he has to watch it. He is eager to know what happened to the original owner and Liang Jing.

After passing through it, he inevitably looked at the original owner's mobile phone memo and photo album, but did not find any traces related to Liang Jing, or even a group photo.

I hope it can be in the computer. Qi Xingchen silently said sorry to the original owner, turned on the computer and checked the hard disk one by one.

When he arrived at disk D, he found a hidden folder.

Generally, more private things will set up hidden folders, and Qi Xingchen's intuition will have what he wants.

[In view of the general environment, this site may be closed at any time. Please move to the permanently operated source exchange App, Huanyuanapp.com as soon as possible]

Click on it. Fortunately, there is no password in the folder. After the cursor is turned for a while, countless photos and QQ and WeChat chat screenshots are cached.

He turned over one by one.

The more I look at it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

-- Almost all photos are secretly taken by Liang Jing from various angles. Some are reading, some are writing exercise books, some are eating, some are playing, some are sleepy and some are smiling.

But there are no over-scale photos, reserved and restrained.

Screenshots of various social software are naturally also chat records with Liang Jing.

Qi Xingchen couldn't bear to look too much. He jumped and looked at a few pictures. Both of them's tone was no different from that of their close friends.

He logged in to the original owner's QQ according to the QQ number on the screenshot. The password is easy to guess. It is the birthday on the original owner's ID card.

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