The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu was really a little depressed.

But Qin Mo was standing there, his long legs slightly crossed, his back against the bed frame, his eyes were illuminated by the light like fine amber.

He was obviously waiting for her to move.

Bo Jiu accepted her fate, rolled up her sleeves, and walked over there.

"Report, I want to know where I was exposed?"

Her camouflage skills were good, and she didn't let people see through it at a glance with a quilt.

Qin Mo glanced at her and smiled: "I didn't just lead you as a soldier."

In other words, the people led by the great god before also had many tricks.

"You did it very delicately, at least you didn't use a mineral water bottle, which can be seen at a glance." When Qin Mo said this, he tilted his head and lit a cigarette, just looking at her.

Bo Jiu didn't think it was a compliment.

Anyway, it was exposed.

It was really embarrassing that she had never experienced before.

Since it was a live repetition.

Bo Jiu simply returned to her nature.

The action was very fast, folding once, folding again, and folding again, not caring whether it was formed or not.

The posture was handsome, and there was a sound of wind when the quilt was lifted.

In the end, the quilt was folded into a ball.

But it was just folded into a ball.

Qin Mo tapped his finger on it and said slowly: "Is this what you call, you have learned how to fold the quilt?"

"Ordinary people fold it like this." Bo Jiu was not unable to take care of herself, but she had never been exposed to military life. It was really impossible for her to fold tofu cubes right away.

Qin Mo took his hand back, his mood did not change: "This is the army."

These five words made Bo Jiu pause for a moment, and then took off the quilt.

This time when he lowered his head, he was much more serious than the last time.

Even his eyebrows were wrinkled.

With a handsome face, he carefully measured with his fingers, and he looked a little obedient in contrast.

Such a scene made Qin Mo feel familiar inexplicably.

But compared with these, his eyes were more focused on the man's furry head.

When he didn't see someone just now, he thought that someone really left.

He couldn't even analyze the recruits.

So someone here would only distract him.

Bo Jiu folded the quilt seriously, but she didn't see Qin Mo's expression at this time.

When she wanted to fold the quilt together.

Suddenly, her left hand was pressed.

Then, the familiar mint tobacco scent floated from behind, which was light and cold and could easily make people's hearts tighten.

"Who taught you to fold like this?" Qin Mo turned his head and said to Bo Jiu's ear: "Align the lines."

Such a posture.

From the side, it looked like Qin Mo was holding Bo Jiu.

The distance between the two was very close.

So close that Bo Jiu looked at that handsome face, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

When he was young, he also taught himself to fold things.

But at that time, he folded dumplings.

Well, Bo Jiu always thought that making dumplings was folding dumplings.

She learned it so much that her whole face was covered with flowers, but she didn't learn it.

It seems that she is not very good at handicrafts.

Bo Jiu turned her head and looked at Qin Mo's profile.

Because of the light, his straight nose and chin were so white that they seemed to glow.

He was so handsome, how did she learn to fold the quilt? She was just focused on watching him. She was the same when she made dumplings when she was a child.

Bo Jiu was about to fold it seriously...