The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo, as long as he stood there, was so noble and handsome that people couldn't take their eyes away, and he was filled with a cold and immortal aura.

Not to mention, when he leaned forward, his eyes were deep and his mouth was smiling.

The collar of the shirt was slightly crooked and stood up loosely, looking extremely casual.

After three years of being the president of the first school, there is no one who can be surpassed by that class of president so far. The master does have an extraordinary enchantment.

At this time, he had an inexplicable wild look on his face. He stretched out his hand and pinched Bo Jiu's chin, and said with a half-smile: "What bad things are you thinking about again? Huh? Don't worry, I won't let you do anything other than hugging pillows." What, I can’t touch you with my hands. You should also control yourself. My mother and guests are here. Don’t take advantage of my hand injury to touch me like the doctor is here. You should also be honest in other aspects. A little bit, you know?"

At this time, Bo Jiu didn't know how to express himself. The name "little hooligan"...

"Brother Mo, it's you who is doing anything now, not me." Bo Jiu pointed at his chin.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and just let go of his hand.

She saw the young man pulling her down, and then kissed her, with a wicked smile: "But it's quite difficult for me not to do anything."

Bo Jiu wanted to kiss her and leave.

But how could Qin Mo satisfy this level.

He pulled her wrist over and took advantage of her breathing to deepen the kiss without any hesitation.

Bo Jiu wanted to resist.

But he pushed her back with one hand.

There's a knock on the door.

Bo Jiu also heard it and stood up sideways, still a little breathless.

Qin Mo glanced at the young man's bright red face, and his voice was a little rough: "If you don't have the intention in the future, don't flirt casually."

"Okay." Bo Jiu responded, but a little carelessly. However, her clothes were wrinkled like this and her lips were red. It was always not good to see An Yinghou like this, so she simply turned to look at Qin Mo: " Brother Mo, go and open the door."

Qin Mo adjusted his shirt and said in a very calm tone: "Why, after teasing me, you don't dare to admit it?"

Bo Jiu: ...This is really depressing.

Qin Mo probably liked seeing the young man like this, so he reached out and pinched her bulging face: "Good."

Is it even better to open the door?

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

Bo Jiu: "Say."

"Don't go where I can't see." Suddenly, Qin Mo let go of her face, and there was no obvious feeling in his tone.

Bo Jiuyi didn't react for a moment: "I'm right here. I have to give Brother Mo medicine later. Where can I go?"

Qin Mo looked at the fair and tender boy, raised his lips and smiled: "That's true, let's change it. You will read the bedtime story tonight."

"That's it?" Bo Jiu didn't believe it was that simple. After all, the Great God was never simple when she was here.

Qin Mo asked back slowly: "What? You still want to provide some services."

That look in his eyes... Bo Jiu was helpless: "I'm going to pick a book."

"No, I'll choose. You go to the bathroom." Qin Mo held his trouser pocket with one hand and was about to move his legs.

Bo Jiu pulled Qin Mo's sleeve: "Go to the bathroom?"

"Wash up and hide away for a while." Qin Mo glanced sideways, and there was no emotion or anger in his voice: "Don't you want people to know about our relationship? Everyone can see it when you look like this."

When Bo Jiu heard this, she paused. She was not sure if the great god was angry.

Holding the pajamas that the man still gave her, Bo Jiu walked into the bathroom. She could vaguely hear the sound of the master opening the door, and An Yinghou's smile: "Here's Jiu."

"Taking a shower." Qin Mo said naturally.

After An Ying asked, "Do you need to arrange a separate room for Jiu?"

"She sleeps in another room. My hands hurt at night and it's inconvenient." Qin Mo's voice sounded like that.

An Yinghou thought about it, so she didn't say anything more. She just looked at her son's face with obvious amusement: "It's really rare that you would just agree to Jiu's acting."

She originally thought her son would be a problem here.

Qin Mo smiled and didn't say anything. He didn't agree with that person's acting. He just wanted to see what that person wanted to do, so much trouble.

"Okay, I won't disturb the rest of you two. I'm going to a dance party with the director." Since she was finally filming with Jiu, Queen An was really happy and told her son some things to pay attention to. We got into the business car.

When Bo Jiu came out of the shower, An Yinghou had disappeared, which meant that apart from Aunt Zhang, she and Qin Mo were the only ones left in the Qin family.

The young man was very white to begin with. He was probably bitten by a mosquito when he was eating at night.

After I came out of the shower, I couldn't help but reach out and scratch it.

The left side of his face was red from his ear.

This made Qin Mo frown, put down the phone, and said in a low voice: "Come here."

Bo Jiu was still wiping his head, and walked over with a pure white towel on his head. He looked like a student.

Counting the years.

Someone's integrity should be the same as yours.

So young, being a student.