The national school idol is a girl

It's not in vain, her superb disguise techniques.

However, he should be the only one in the world who knows.

Z, at some points, is like a child.

Qin Mo curled up the corners of his lips and looked like he was smiling.

Bo Jiu didn't know why, so he walked over and stood by the bed and looked at the great god who was half lying there.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and pulled the person over. His fingertips slid across the reddish left cheek: "What's going on?"

"I was bitten by a mosquito." Bo Jiu said, and wanted to reach out and scratch it again.

Qin Mo blocked the boy's movement and took out a small jar of medicine from the drawer next to him.

Bo Jiu had never seen that medicine before, but it smelled very good. It didn't sound like Western medicine, but more like Chinese medicine.

Qin Mo got a little bit of it and was about to say hello to her face.

When Bo Jiu looked at the master's overly long eyelashes, he felt a chill on his face, followed by a very comfortable kneading, and the bitten area was no longer so itchy.

Bo Jiu yawned and was about to hug Qin Mo to sleep.

This kind of opportunity is also rare, after all, the great master now has one hand.

Qin Mo pushed away the young man who was about to come over and said in a very calm tone: "What are you doing, you little gangster."

"Brother Mo, you didn't ask me to sleep with you. I'm just going to be your pillow." Bo Jiu always had bad intentions when he spoke. His face was indeed very handsome, and his silver hair was messy and slightly damp. , when you raise your lips and smile, your handsomeness will inevitably make your heart beat faster.

It's just that this trick is useful for girls, but it may not be so useful for Qin Mo. Qin Mo reached out to cover the medicine jar and glanced at Bo Jiu: "Did you forget something?"

"Didn't the medicine just come on?" Bo Jiu lowered his eyes and focused on the white bandaged wrist: "Does it hurt?"

Qin Mo flicked her forehead: "It doesn't hurt. Today you are responsible for reading a bedtime story. Did you forget?"

She really didn't take this to heart. She knew that her pet liked to read before going to bed, but he had always read to her before, and she had never read to him.

Oh, yes, once.

When the master asked her to read the novels in the Fu family's villa, they were basically black history to her, and she didn't want to remember them anymore.

But this time it should be different. Since it is a book chosen by a master, the style should be online.

"Which one should I read?" Bo Jiuer earnestly began to lift the quilt.

Qin Mo looked at the young man's movements and raised his eyebrows.

Before he could speak, Bo Jiu spoke: "My reading doesn't affect my use as a pillow. I can hold you and read at the same time."

When Qin Mo heard this, he was somewhat amused, even though the little gangster didn't say anything more.

Bo Jiu also knew what the great god meant, but this did not stop her from eating the great god's tofu. She was full of cool and celestial energy, which made people move their index fingers.

After hugging the person he wanted to hug, Bo Jiu's mood improved a lot. With the corner of his mouth raised, he asked Qin Mo: "What are you reading?"

This time Qin Mo did not push the person away, but what puzzled Bo Jiu was that what the great god gave her was not a famous book, but a mobile phone.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Qin Mo took the young man's hand, pressed her fingers, and opened the screen: "Recite accordingly."

Doting on a dandy concubine?

Bo Jiu looked at the title of the book that was too good for the second grade. He didn't expect that the master's hobbies were so curious.

After opening the first chapter, the voice also came out. It was originally as light as water. When he read the plot of the protagonist being reborn into another person, Bo Jiu paused for a moment.

Qin Mo glanced sideways: "What?"

"The plot is interesting." Bo Jiu commented: "It's a bit ridiculous."

Qin Mo snorted: "The kind of plot you have on your bookshelf where you can make the hero fall in love with you just by throwing a tantrum in his face, isn't that ridiculous?"

"Brother Mo, how can this be the same?" Bo Jiu said with a smile: "Every domineering president has different preferences. At least they attract the attention of the male protagonist."

As she spoke, Bo Jiu tapped her phone with her fingers. That was an action she would only make when she was thinking.

Why would the master let her read such a book.

Just when this question first arose.

Qin Mo closed his eyes: "Forget it, I am indeed curious. This book was recommended to me by Lin Feng."

"At that moment, I also recommended a book to him." Her only advantage is that she is reborn. As long as the master cannot figure this out, she will not lose her vest. Since Captain Lin has recommended such a book to the master, how can she Without replying, I opened WeChat and typed in a book title called "How Brothers Become Lovers".

Soon, two words came from the other side: "I'm going!"

Straight men generally cannot look directly at this type of book.

Bo Jiu smiled slightly and replied: "Don't recommend some messy books to great gods in the future."

Lin Feng's stomach pain stopped and he was sitting in the living room eating. After receiving such a WeChat message, he looked confused before replying.

Then I heard another voice coming from the other side: "When did you and Xiao Spade become so close?"

The voice was a bit cold and a bit lazy.

But the word intimacy comes here.

Lin Feng couldn't hold it anymore, mainly because he knew that the captain was basically very possessive, so he immediately replied: "Captain, it's like this, the little spade always harasses me no matter what happens, since that person is by your side, that's fine. , Captain, you must take care of your family. I am still eating, so I won’t be a remote light bulb. "

Qin Mo hummed, took his cell phone, and looked at the young man lying next to him who was touching the bridge of his nose. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "You always harass Lin Feng when you have nothing to do?"

"I care about him." Bo Jiu said seriously.

Qin Mo threw the phone aside and smiled lightly: "You should pay more attention to my relationship with you."

Bo Jiu was stunned when he heard Qin Mo's words.

He didn't realize that the master's action was destroying evidence.

In fact, Lin Feng has never recommended any books to great people.

How could he, a straight man, read a romance novel like "The Love of the Dandy Concubine"?

You should also look at something a little more atmospheric.

However, at this moment, when he saw the title of the book "How Brothers Become Lovers" that Little Spade sent over.

I actually had the urge to search for it.

Really, are you crazy?

The night outside was much darker.

Lin Feng raised his head and glanced outside again. He had long noticed that the bedroom opposite his bedroom had not been lit from the beginning.

In other words, Yunhu was still in the hotel with that person and hadn't come back yet.

I don’t plan to come back today.

Right……

Lin Feng smiled. In the end, he didn't search for any books. Instead, he opened some financial stuff on his computer and read it with his glasses on.

It's time to move out of the compound.

If you don’t want to be left behind too much, you have to work hard.

He is not cut out for politics.

I can only work hard in business.

And, wait.