The phone vibrated suddenly, and the SMS alert sounded.
He was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly put down the lid, picked up the brand new and old phone, and pressed it on.
I saw the name of a certain telecom operator appeared on the operator that should have displayed the exclamation mark, next to it was an unopened text message prompt.
He moved his finger and clicked away.
Brother Di: This is my new private number. The one I used before will be converted to a work number, which will be in charge of the assistant. You can call me directly in the future. Another: I'm sorry for losing your parents' memory message. As compensation, I decided to use the same cell phone as you to accompany you to copy a memory similar to your parents.
Brother Di: Don't be too moved, this is what I, a brother, should do.
He Bai's complex mood of receiving a valuable gift was wiped out, and he was dumbfounded.
Copy memories? Don't be too moved? Still claiming to be brother
Brother Di: Brother? Was it too surprising
He Bai: Brother, your uncle! My parents have never given birth to a son like you! Also, my parents are memories of love, can you be the same as mine! Is this a concept!
Brother Di: What is the difference
Even talk back
He Bai: Where is the same
Brother Di: It's all the same.
He Bai was so angry that his nose was crooked. The air conditioner was turned on, but his nose was sweating, and he couldn't help but burst out, "It's the same ass! Copy ass! You are a spicy chicken with a negative comprehension ability! Know you It is definitely the worst thing in my life!"