The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo didn't know what the boy who was holding his chin and looking at the person was thinking about. He raised the corners of his mouth and held the man's waist. His voice was light, with a sense of abstinence for no reason: "Doctor Qin is still here. , although I know you really want to knock me down, please be more restrained, understand?"

Bo Jiu: ...She just gave her a medicine, but why did her whole meaning change when it came to the mouth of the great god?

Moreover, what happened to the master’s hand that prevented her from getting up?

As a very discerning family doctor, Dr. Qin knew that he should choose to disappear at this time.

It's just that the young master's other hand is too serious.

He was wondering whether to inform his boss and his wife.

And we should also tell the young master of the Fu family that he should be more restrained in some aspects.

The situation of the young master's hand is not very optimistic.

After Dr. Qin made the diagnosis, he was about to say something when Qin Mo looked over.

Doctor Qin took his words back.

Bo Jiu was still there asking: "Doctor Qin, how is Brother Mo's hand?"

Doctor Qin smiled: "It's nothing serious, but you still need to be careful with some actions, eat with caution, and drink more bone soup. I'll go down and talk to Aunt Zhang about this later."

"Oh?" Nothing big? Bo Jiu looked at Dr. Qin's turned head and smiled: "It's fine if it's nothing serious."

Doctor Qin packed up his things and walked out.

When he made the call, he never expected that the young man would find an excuse to go downstairs and follow him.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he turned around and saw the young man smiling at him, full of evil and sycophant: "As a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, it's not a good idea to lie, right?"

Dr. Qin smiled slightly: "As an e-sports master, it's not very good to eavesdrop on other people's phone calls. What do you think, Master Ninth?"

Bo Jiu nodded: "Dr. Qin is right."

Doctor Qin saw the silver-haired boy take a step forward and smiled wantonly: "Fortunately, I listened openly."

Doctor Qin: ...where is the face?

"What's going on with Brother Mo's hand? I hope Dr. Qin can tell me the real number, so that I can have some confidence in my heart." Bo Jiu looked at the person in front of him: "Perhaps, there is some certainty that it can be cured. "

He was already stuck here, and coupled with the phone call asking the adults to come back as soon as possible, no matter how much he tried to say it in an understatement, the other party wouldn't believe it.

In addition, the young master didn’t let anyone watch him before.

Now it's not easy for someone to get close to the young master.

If the method is in place, it might be a good thing.

Doctor Qin is a smart man. Thinking of this, he spoke: "Now that Ninth Young Master has said this, I won't hide it. The Young Master's hand is an old injury and it will not be easy to heal. The authority over the Northern Federation is also As I said, the young master’s hand needs to be treated first and then nourished. Since the beginning of the national competition, the gravity on the wrist has become more and more serious day by day. I can only temporarily reduce the swelling in the young master’s hand so that it will not get worse. Maintain daily routine. If you want to really cure the young master's hand, he will not be able to touch the computer in the near future, and you have to go to the Northern Commonwealth to find an expert. However, this expert did not show up a few years ago. Some people said that he went to be a family doctor, but this person's specific Where, no one knows.”

"What's the name of this expert?" Bo Jiu asked.

Doctor Qin: "Robert, Si."

"You said...what's his name?" When Bo Jiu heard the name, he paused and couldn't help but confirm it again.

Doctor Qin said: "Robert Si is an old expert. You probably haven't heard of him."

Bo Jiu touched the bridge of his nose and said nothing, but his thin lips curled up slightly.

Doctor Qin didn't quite understand what the young master of the Fu family was laughing at.

However, after that, the other party asked a lot less questions and changed the topic to the other side without saying a few words.

"Speaking of which, does Doctor Qin know what happened to Brother Mo back then? Why was his wrist injured?"

Doctor Qin paused, but his smile did not fade away: "I only care about the young master, I don't know much about the rest."

Bo Jiu didn't believe what the other party said. If she guessed correctly, Dr. Qin also came from the army and should be a titled military doctor.

Otherwise, there would not have been that phone call just now.

Bo Jiu knew that he was not as observant as a great god, but he could also see that Dr. Qin's behavior was different from the doctors in ordinary hospitals.

Only people from the military camp straighten their backs and stretch their arms when walking, which is different from other people.

But if she doesn't say it, she can't force others to say it.

On the contrary, Bo Jiu was very happy.

The one she wanted to kidnap most was the Great God.

I could never find an excuse before.

Now I finally have an excuse.

Robert Si is clearly her grandpa housekeeper.

When Bo Jiu walked alone before, it wasn't that he didn't get injured, but they were just minor injuries that didn't need to be treated at home.

Before the person who plotted against her was discovered, she had no intention of contacting her family. It was normal for her not to return to her family for half a year.

There is only Grandpa Guan in our family. If we contact him, he will be put in danger. This is Bo Jiu's thought since his rebirth.

Now, does it mean that she can take the great god away when she leaves the paddle market? After all, the great god's hands need treatment, right?

There is such a reason to convince myself.

Bo Jiulian didn't even suppress the smile on his lips when he walked in.

Qin Mo was lying on the bed, looking at the young man who looked like he had stolen honey, and raised his eyebrows: "If you have any good things, it will make me happy to tell you."

Bo Jiu immediately stopped laughing. How could the protagonist know about kidnapping people? He walked over, pulled a chair over, sat down very handsomely, and held his chin with one hand: "It's nothing, Brother Mo, yours Don’t use your hands if you can. Just tell me what you want to do.”

Qin Mo put the magazine in his hand aside and asked slowly, "Anything can be done?"

Bo Jiu intuitively felt that these words were a trap, and curled his thin lips: "It's not suitable for children."

"What have you been thinking about all day?" Qin Mo calmly changed the subject: "Speaking of inappropriate for children, should you explain who allowed you to live on campus and watch a bunch of men wandering around without clothes? of?"

Bo Jiu didn't expect that the national competition was over. The master had not forgotten this matter. He thought about it and said with a serious face: "It's time to study hard. Living on campus will not delay classes."

When Qin Mo heard this, he laughed and threw the phone to her.

When Bo opened it at nine o'clock, he saw a post on the campus network of the first college with the title "Frog Jumping, School Weed" going viral.

She was jumping around the playground with her hands behind her back. She was really a little stupid. The important thing was that the school director was standing next to her.

"Study hard?" Qin Mo curled up his lips at the side: "Will you still be punished?"

Bo Jiu put away his phone: "The school director is jealous of me because I'm so handsome. There's nothing I can do about it. I do have the heart to learn."

"Since you are so interested, go and get the high-level mathematics book." Qin Mo said in an indifferent voice.

Bo Jiu didn't know if the master was doubting her again with this trick, but she did know what was going to happen next: "The national competition is over, so it doesn't matter if you don't pass high math in the future."

The key is that as soon as she reads the advanced math book, she wants to sleep.

Qin Mo glanced at her and said in a calm tone: "How can the students I taught fail?"

"Brother Mo, I'm not telling you, sometimes you really shouldn't be so vain." Bo Jiu didn't want to get a high-mathematics book, so he touched a cigarette on the coffee table and wanted to light it.

Qin Mo stretched out his left hand and pulled back the cigarette: "Go and eat your candy."

"There's no more sugar." She wouldn't think of smoking even if there was sugar. As long as she thought about planning to kidnap the great god, she got a little excited and wanted to smoke a cigarette to celebrate.

Qin Mo put the cigarette aside: "From now on, you are not allowed to smoke without sugar."

"Brother Mo wants me to quit smoking." Bo Jiu frowned: "Don't you smoke too?"

Qin Mo knew that in order to teach someone well, he must set an example when appropriate: "I won't smoke when you are here from now on."

"We should quit smoking together." Bo Jiu said, "This is only fair."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows. This guy was sure that he couldn't quit: "Okay."

Bo Jiu paused, probably not expecting such an answer, and lay there lazily: "Are you really quitting?" The master smoked much more frequently than she did, and she admired him for quitting when he was told.

"As a national school girl, you should manage your public image." Qin Mo lifted the boy's chin: "The most important thing is your body. You have asthma, how dare you smoke, huh?"

Bo Jiu said nothing. After all, the root cause of asthma is this body. Since she took over this body, she rarely thinks about this aspect.

Seeing that the boy didn't bite, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Qin Mo let out a long sigh: "Fu Xiaojiu, speak."

I heard the name Fu Xiaojiu.

Bo Jiu felt some inexplicable tightness in his chest.

Her surname is not Fu.

The key is that she can't tell the master what her last name is yet...

"Don't call me that name."

I didn't expect that the person in front of me would be so disgusted with a title.

"Then what do you want me to call you?" Qin Mo tapped his finger on the man's chin.

Bo Jiuxin said, call the financial owner daddy.

Anyway, just don’t call her Fu Xiaojiu.

Because in such a doting tone, the name he called was not his own name...

Bo Jiu turned his head, not knowing what he was minding.

Qin Mo watched the young man turn his face sideways, with his broken hair hanging down, and reached out to pull him back, letting Bo Jiu lie on his chest again. The voice came over, and when it rang in his ears, he actually People could hear the tenderness inside: "Mrs. Qin."

Bo Jiu's whole body trembled, and his heartbeat changed in different ways. Qin...Mrs.

"What?" Qin Mo lowered his eyes, looking at someone's astonished face, and said in a neither fast nor slow tone: "I'm already asleep, are you not going to be responsible for me?"

After I kidnap you, you won't let me take responsibility.

Bo Jiu endured it for a moment, did not say this, and stretched out his hand to support himself up.

Qin Mo's uninjured hand pressed against her back and closed his eyes: "Sleep with me for a while."

This posture?

Bo Jiu, who was being held, raised his eyebrows.

,besides……