The national school idol is a girl

When she decided to tie up the master, Bo Jiu had expected that once she took action, the details would be exposed.

The master will definitely doubt her identity.

No, that's not right. It should be said that the great master must know her identity.

Because the Great God has investigated her many times before.

Those specially sent to her side, as well as countless tests, all showed that the master had suspected that she was Z.

It's just that when she was in Yan Kingdom, she took advantage of the opportunity to be reborn.

But now... how can she explain that she is so familiar with the streets of Tan City.

There is also Xiao Hei parked downstairs, the smart Lamborghini, and now the castle.

The master will definitely not believe that the Fu family can be so rich.

In fact, she couldn't figure out anything.

Everyone is tied up anyway.

What else are you afraid of?

Bo Jiu acted decisively at this time. He was pressed against the wall. Once he was pressed against the wall, he showed no intention of flinching. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and said with confusion in his voice: "Brother Mo, haven't you already guessed my identity?"

"I'll let you speak for yourself." Qin Mo's thin lips were very close to Bo Jiu's ears.

Bo Jiu was so close that he could be kissed as soon as he tilted his head, so he had no choice but to maintain that posture, raised his eyes, and even his eyelashes were stained with the moisture of his eyelashes: "I am Z, the one you have always wanted to hunt down. "

Qin Mo paused with his fingers, as if he had stopped there.

Bo Jiu appreciated the master's rare pause and put his arms around Qin Mo's neck: "So Brother Mo, don't think about escaping. I will also put people under house arrest."

Qin Mo looked down at the shining eye mole, then stiffened his hand, pushed the person away, and directly closed the bathroom door.

Bo Jiu was pushed by Qin Mo and almost fell down. He stood outside the door and looked at the closed wooden door. When his head hung down, he felt a little lonely.

Such a big reaction?

Being hated.

Bo Jiu looked at his hands. Who would like a kidnapper?

In addition to being a kidnapper, she and he were former enemies.

Bo Jiu had thought about the great god's reaction after his identity was revealed.

You can think of many.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the pulled door again.

Listen to the clattering noise inside.

After a pause, he lifted up his heavy steps and walked out of the room.

In the bathroom.

Qin Mo closed his eyes, as if someone was entangled with him, and when his thin lips moved slightly, it was like a silent invitation, as tempting as a water demon.

However, it is clear that this is not the right time to do something.

Gradually, the restless breathing stopped.

Qin Mo pulled the white scarf, wrapped it around his waist, and wiped his wet black hair, only to realize that someone was missing again.

Qin Mo's eyes darkened.

It seems that his "financier father" has no consciousness of kidnapping people at all.

The benefactor's father also has the same worries as the benefactor's father.

Bo Jiu has never been so worried about gains and losses. When he can't think about it, he washes the car.

As a top sports car, Xiaohei has rejection written all over it.

"Master, put down the bucket of water in your hand. I think we should have a good chat first." The intelligent navigation waved out lines.

Bo Jiu propped up his chin, indicating that he was not in the mood to talk.

The navigator knew his master best. Before the bucket of water was poured on him, he spoke in advance: "How to deal with that little goblin you like? I have a way!"

Bo Jiu put away the bucket and held his trouser pocket with one hand, asking in a nonchalant manner: "Tell me, how to do it?"

"I just searched on the Internet. There are many ways, but I summarized it through the computer and it can be basically divided into three steps." The intelligent navigation is true: "Kiss him, hug him, fuck him!"

Bo Jiu picked up the bucket again and poured it onto the Lamborghini's body with a splash: "Xiao Hei, don't read colorful novels in the future."

"Master, wait, really, wait." It really didn't want to be washed anymore: "There is a more tactful way, the first step is to confess!"

Bo Jiu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "It's pretty reliable."

"The second step is to create romance." The intelligent navigation continues to fluctuate.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What about the third step?"

"You can lie on the bed and have a heart-to-heart talk. When the atmosphere of the conversation is good, you can go one step further and use a beauty trap to win him over."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu patted the body of the Lamborghini and said, "Not bad."

Xiaohei: ...Their master is really tied up by a little goblin, eh.

Bo Jiu felt that she should indeed become more courageous as she became more frustrated. As long as the master didn't tell her to leave, she didn't have to leave at all.

Even that attitude was a bit cold.

But after all, he was kidnapped by her, so it would be strange to feel warm.

Bo Jiu lifted his legs and went upstairs again.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard that deep and pleasant voice ringing again: "What? Is the sponsor's dad free to tease me again?"

Bo Jiu smiled, jumped on the bed, and looked at Qin Mo, very free and easy.

Qin Mo couldn't predict this guy's movements. The guy was extremely close to him, so close that he could hear his breath.

He was leaning against the head of the bed, and she was at his hand. If it weren't for the door, there would always be a housekeeper coming back and forth.

He probably got rid of the handcuffs a long time ago and let someone experience the consequences of teasing him.

"Go down." Qin Mo's voice was very calm, but his eyes did not look at the person in front of him.

Bo Jiu put one hand on his leg and raised the corner of his mouth: "Brother Mo, why didn't you ask me why it was z."

"Will you tell the truth if I ask?" Qin Mo turned his face away without any emotion.

Bo Jiu muttered: "It's a bit long to say. I changed my identity when I woke up and became the young master of the Fu family. I didn't mean to lie to you on purpose."

"You mean you have become another person?" Qin Mo already knew this and was speaking now just to make the young man maintain this posture for a longer time.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes: "I know it's a little unbelievable, but it's true. Okay, let's not talk about such unpleasant topics. Why don't you ask me why I tied you up, Brother Mo?"

The old housekeeper was guarding the corner outside. After hearing his young master's words, he thought to himself: Why didn't I mention which pot? It's weird that we can continue talking all day.

as expected.

Qin Mo's voice weakened: "Why."

"Because I like you so much." Bo Jiu's eyes were bright and he smiled clearly: "I can't control myself."

Qin Mo's heart trembled.

This guy fouled again.

Through Qin Mo's handsome face, Bo Jiu couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling now. Taking advantage of his absence, he turned his head and kissed the cool lips.

Bo Jiu wanted to kiss him before he got out of the way, otherwise it would be too embarrassing if he was pushed away.

But just when she wanted to retreat.

Just heard a crash.

It was the sound of chains sliding.

Her wrist was held down, and as she breathed, his breath fell behind her ear: "Do you think I will be obedient and let others tease me?"

Bo Jiu waited for the strength to gather, a little afraid of meeting those eyes, and turned his head: "No."

"But..." Qin Mo hugged the person in his arms: "It also depends on the mood."

Bo Jiu's eyes lit up. Is there room for negotiation?

"First of all, I feel very uncomfortable when you lock me up like this." Qin Mo said in a calm tone: "Unlock it for me."

Bo Jiu felt that the great god was too cunning and was simply using a beauty trick.

Got no response.

Qin Mo spoke again, with a cold voice: "Tie me back and throw me here. If you want to take care of me, take care of me. If you don't want to take care of me, just take care of me. If you don't open the lock, it's unreasonable. Or do you think you don't believe in your own skills?" , don’t you think you can keep me? You gave me the medicine, and the effects are still going on, right?”

"I'll unlock it." Bo Jiu raised his head: "But Brother Mo, don't leave after I unlock it for you. The housekeeper can cure your hand. If you really want to leave, I'll let you go after it's cured. "

Qin Mo touched her face with his fingers and said something apologetic: "Sometimes, you really look like an idiot."

Bo Jiugang was about to refute.

"I promise you." Qin Mo took his hand back, looking like a noble young master, as if he were a pure ascetic.

Bo Jiu moved his fingers, and a key appeared on his fingertips. Then he heard a clang and the chain opened.

Qin Mo leaned there, his long legs half bent, and twisted his wrist twice, his eyes were still very deep.

"I don't have the strength, help me up."

When Bo Jiu heard this, he was even more sure that the current great god was indeed not that dangerous, and he followed him with his hand.

However, the old housekeeper standing outside frowned. Could it be that he had given the young master too much medicine, which was why the man's strength had not yet recovered.

The old housekeeper pushed up his glasses and decided to take a closer look.

In some respects, Qin Mo was worthy of being the son of Empress An Ying. He was half-leaning on Bo Jiu's body and remained calm, as if he really had no strength.

Bo Jiu thought of something and asked, "Were you particularly tired when you took a shower just now?"

"Yeah." Qin Mo responded.

Bo Jiu said again: "Let the housekeeper help Brother Mo treat his hand first."

Qin Mo said nothing.

Bo Jiu thought to herself that she would have to go to Xiao Hei later and ask her to use some kind of honey trap, but it turned out that she was the one who fell into the trap.

Fortunately, to some extent, the great god cannot leave yet.

Bo Jiu did not forget the main purpose of kidnapping the great god, and brought people directly to the old housekeeper.

When the old housekeeper looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo tried his best to restrain his sharpness, and his thin lips were still pale, which added a lot of vulnerability to him.

"Young Master, please bring this guest to the basement." The old housekeeper took the lead and walked inside with the oil lamp in hand.

Bo Jiu calmly held the person, and could not see the faintly raised corners of Qin Mo's lips when he lowered his eyes.

As for why Qin Mo did this.

Very simple.

Firstly, he enjoys the feeling of being held in someone's hand.

Secondly, he wanted to get to know her.

Obviously, you can do that by staying here.

There is another point that is also crucial.

She had never completely let down her guard against him, so she didn't believe that even if she unlocked the door for him, he wouldn't leave.

There was a click.

The old housekeeper turned on the light.

Only then did he see that there were complete surgical equipment in the basement, and there were even various instruments and some human organs soaked in containers.

"Please." The old housekeeper became serious, which was really scary.

Young Master Qin is probably the only one who can remain calm in front of him.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and said to Bo Jiu: "How do you expect me to believe that you are not trying to dissect me, but to treat my hand?"

"There is no point in studying you." The old butler's voice was calm: "Master Qin, you are a friend brought by the young master. Trusting the owner of this castle is your only situation now."

Qin Mo looked away: "What if I don't cooperate?"

The old housekeeper put away his pocket watch and said, "I'm not very happy to treat you."

Bo Jiu looked at the two people and got into an inexplicable quarrel. Then he looked at Qin Mo's profile. Thinking of the great god's amnesia, he suddenly spoke: "Brother Mo, are you afraid of lying like this?" On the hospital bed?”

Qin Mo pointed his finger and tilted his head: "It's a joke, there's nothing I would be afraid of."

To get along with great gods, you must learn to think reversely.

If you say you are not afraid, then you must be afraid.

Bo Jiu reached out and held Qin Mo's hand: "Brother Mo, I'm here to watch you, and my castle is safe, no one will come."

Qin Mo's eyes swept across the young man's face: "If you dare to take a step away..."

"Just throw me out through the window." Bo Jiu said this well.

Qin Mo seemed to smile.

Bo Jiu was not sure, after all, the light here was a bit dark.

"good."

After hearing this word.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the old man: "Grandpa Butler."

The old housekeeper snorted and began to prepare the tools. While moving his hands, he asked, "Has the injured hand had any surgery before?"

"Yes." Qin Mo was very polite at this time.

The old housekeeper stretched out his hand and pressed his wrist wrapped in white bandage.

moment.

Qin Mo's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The old housekeeper's eyes darkened, it was more serious than he thought.

Bo Jiu observed the old man's expression, and his heart dropped a little.

In the end, the old housekeeper didn't want to see the young master disappointed, so he fiddled with the operating lamp: "Although the injury was severe and I didn't have enough training afterwards, it's not completely incurable. Lie down and I'll do anesthesia first."

Qin Mo did as he was told. Lying on the operating bed, he was still wearing the same white shirt as before, like a nobleman, and his posture was very elegant.

It's just that the old housekeeper encountered a problem as soon as he performed the operation.

Because he had used a lot of anesthetics and sleeping ingredients in that shot, but the person lying on the bed showed no intention of falling asleep.

The old housekeeper's eyes narrowed, and a sharp flash flashed across his eyes.

Then, he stopped what he was doing and said, "Sorry, Mr. Qin, I have something to discuss with the young master alone."

The old housekeeper did not give Qin Mo a chance to refuse. He stretched out his hand and pulled Bo Jiu to the side. His voice was low, so low that only two people could hear: "Young Master, do you think he really hasn't worn off the effects of the medicine?"

Bo Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at his hand again: "He left early. He is very resistant to medicine. I know that Grandpa Butler and Brother Mo wanted to take the opportunity to leave while letting me lower my guard."

Four in one, An.