The national school idol is a girl

When I saw this scene.

Qin Mo's throat moved, and a certain tug on his heart reminded him of the emptiness he felt when he stretched out his hand but couldn't catch anything.

My head hurts like it's going to explode.

There is a voice telling myself.

The most important person to him is gone.

deep in memory.

A small figure lay on his body, put his hand on his forehead, and asked him tirelessly: "Momo, do you want to drink water? I can't cook but I can pour water. What do you think?" How much money do you need to admit that you are mine? I am rich and can give it to you."

"Idiot, shut up." He could ignore everyone, but he couldn't ignore the person who always liked to play with the keyboard in front of him. His ears were red, and he was afraid that his disease would be transmitted to her, but he was hugged by someone. It felt so good, and he didn't want to let this person leave.

Simply reach out your hand and grab that person.

As long as he is next to him, the guy who has turned his world upside down from the beginning just needs to be by his side.

But I don't know why.

The guy disappeared and never came back.

Qin Mo bit his teeth and felt that he was hallucinating something. After getting rid of some things, his deep and dark eyes regained their clarity.

It was probably too painful, so I could only divert my attention in this way.

The mouthful of blood made him focus his eyes.

Then he walked towards Bo Jiu, half-bent his waist, bent one knee on the floor, and then hugged the young man horizontally with both hands.

When the magicians and others arrived, this was what they saw.

This group of people know Qin Mo best.

The boss they knew had never been so gentle.

No, maybe more than tenderness.

He was afraid of breaking the person in his arms, so he turned his head cautiously and kissed the other person's head lightly.

He never kneels down and is full of pride.

At this time, it is the most unprepared posture.

People on the boat also saw the kiss.

No one spoke, and mixed feelings surged through everyone's heart.

Qin Mo stood up holding Bo Jiu, turned around, and slightly bent his waist: "Thank you."

Thank you for two words.

Thank you for nothing.

Everyone present understood.

Thanks for pulling her up.

Thank you for your help with first aid.

Thanks for wearing the mask for her.

The girl standing next to her stretched out her hand to cover her lips and whimpered, "It's us who should thank her."

This sentence.

The boy couldn't hear it.

But his fingers seemed to have sense, and they moved slightly, tightly grabbing the corner of Qin Mo's clothes.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and looked at the bleeding right hand, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry, I'm late. Be good, I'll take you home now."

The other people felt extremely uncomfortable when they heard this sentence.

Because everyone knows it.

In order to get here as quickly as possible, the young master's hand was almost useless.

Fortunately, the good thing about this young man is...

Fire fills the air.

The rescue continues.

Each of the twenty or so people was brought ashore.

The little boy looked at the back of the man who was holding the person and wanted to leave. He ran over and called Qin Mo: "Big brother, this is for the little brother. When he wakes up and complains that it hurts, you You can give him this to eat!”

Qin Mo looked back and saw that the little boy was holding a lollipop in his hand. For fear that he wouldn't be able to see it, he raised the candy directly above his head. His big black and white eyes were full of sincerity.

Fifth update, thank you.