The national school idol is a girl

It's hard to imagine the big devil apologizing.

Xiao Hei felt that he was scared.

The ripples of the intelligent system are a bit shaken.

"Xiao Hei."

All of a sudden he was called upon.

Its body gave another pause, pretending not to react.

Qin Mo turned his hand and placed Bo Jiu on the passenger seat. He held the steering wheel with one hand and raised his eyebrows: "Are you planning to let me pour water on your car?"

Xiao Hei couldn't pretend anymore and immediately turned on the car lights.

Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Find the nearest hospital."

"Now start locking the hospital institutions, straight distance..."

Before Xiao Hei's voice could finish, the Lamborghini was like the wind, rushing towards the asphalt road.

Having a fever is uncomfortable.

Especially joints like the knees are particularly sore.

Burning from the inside out, feeling cold and hot all over.

So much so that Bo Jiu's consciousness was never very clear.

The place where the Lamborghini stopped is not a large hospital. It is not dark when we go to the hospital now, so there will definitely be a lot of people.

It was a large, clean community clinic that looked quite high-end and had sound equipment.

But the people who come to see a doctor at this point are either children or the elderly.

It's rare to see anyone come in with someone in their arms.

But probably because of Qin Mo's height, the man in his arms didn't look like he was sick, but seemed to be asleep, wrapped in his coat.

The medical staff would inevitably take a second look at this side. After all, they might occasionally see handsome people, but this was the first time they had seen someone with such a temperament. He was aloof and abstinent, but very polite.

What was surprising was that the man never put down the person in his arms since he came in. Even taking the temperature, he took the thermometer from the nurse and turned his head to measure the boy.

"39 degrees, the fever is a bit severe." The nurse looked at the thermometer and said, "It's best to do a blood test to see if there is any inflammation."

Qin Mo said "hmm", hugged Bo Jiu, and walked to the window on the second floor.

When doing a blood test, you need to get an injection.

But Bo Jiu refused to stretch out his hand.

Qin Mo looked at her folded eyebrows, kissed her palm, and said, "Be good."

Probably that familiar voice had an effect.

Bo Jiu relaxed and successfully took the blood test.

The nurse looked at it and said: "An intravenous drip is necessary. The patient has a history of asthma. Does he have any allergy medicine?"

"No." Qin Mo said without forgetting to put his hand on Bo Jiu's forehead, as if he knew it would make her feel better.

The nurse looked at this scene and wanted to take a photo of it and send it to her boyfriend for a good look. She would definitely have a good tone when treating handsome people: "Your bed number is 0271. There is a doctor's medicine list here. I will prepare it." After taking the medicine, go there.”

Qin Mo thanked him, but his back was still one that made people couldn't help but take a second look.

The medical staff all gathered together: "Who is this? He's not from this community, right? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"I don't know. I feel like he's even more handsome than a celebrity. He's so good-looking. It's a pity that he's already famous and has an owner."

From that voice, it was not difficult to hear the regret.

Qin Mo walked into the ward as if he hadn't heard anything.

No matter how high-end a clinic is, there will not be independent wards.

There are two beds outside a ward.

The hospital bed inside was already occupied by someone. It was a little boy who was immersed in drinking yogurt. He didn't know where his mother had gone. She was half-lying there receiving an infusion.

Qin Mo leaned forward and placed the person in his arms on another hospital bed.

Only then did the medical staff clearly see the appearance of the person he was holding, and they suddenly couldn't recover. The face was so beautiful that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female, and now because of the fever, his cheeks also had a faint crimson color.

It’s so rare to have such a beautiful baby despite being sick.

However, it can still be seen that she is very uncomfortable.

The thin lips are a little dry, the hair is stuck to the forehead, and the eyebrows are still twisted.

The nurse came over with medicine for infusion. She was also puzzled. How could such a good-looking person not cooperate when she encountered a needle?

Qin Mo saw this and turned sideways, letting Bo Jiuban lean into his arms. Then he raised the man's right hand and said, "Be good and your illness will be cured."

The nurse next to her felt strange. It was not her imagination. The sick one seemed to only let down her guard in front of her boyfriend.

However, after staying in the clinic for so long, she rarely saw such a patient boyfriend.

To be honest, this was her first time seeing him.

The little boy who also came for an infusion because of a cold had been watching from the side. By chance, his mother came in. He sat up straight, leaned over and said, "Mom, mom, that big brother's coaxing tone is just like yours!"

The little boy's mother really felt that her naughty child was hopeless. She also knew that the gentleman next to her must have heard it, and she turned her face to the side and was about to smile apologetically.

The person in his arms seemed to be very uncomfortable and wanted to move the hand that was used for the infusion.

But he held him down, and his tone was very calm, but it was not difficult to hear the gentleness inside: "Are you uncomfortable? If you endure it for a while longer, you will lose soon."

Seeing this, the little boy shook his head carefully: "No, it's not the same. If I had moved, you would have beaten me long ago."

As a mother, she didn’t know what to say, so she coughed lightly: “Drink your yogurt.”

The little boy sighed for a while. He also had a fever, but the difference was so big.

He originally thought that this was sad enough.

Unexpectedly, the very handsome elder brother peeled off a piece of candy and fed it to the patient in his arms with side eyes.

The little boy raised his head and said, "Mom, I want to eat candy too."

The accompanying mother suddenly felt helpless. Is this the way young people fall in love these days? She is even more detailed than her in raising children.

Why didn't she find one like this?

Fortunately, the little boy was almost done with the infusion.

But it was such a short half hour.

The mother and son also suffered an unprecedented critical blow.

The little boy looked sideways: "Mom, I'm really not a troublemaker. My dad never treats you like this when you are sick."

"Your dad is unscrupulous..." The mother paused, then smiled: "So you have to be nicer to your girlfriend in the future, like this big brother, you know?" "

The little boy nodded in understanding. He didn't understand why it was the older brother's sister who was sick, but it was the older brother who looked ugly.

After the mother and son left.

Qin Mo and Bo Jiu were the only ones left in the ward.

The person in my arms is not awake yet.

Qin Mo did not change his posture. He held the paper cup with one hand and put the rim of the cup against Bo Jiu's lips.

This is what Teli, who was following Qin Mo in the company, saw when he came in with something.

When he answered the phone, he couldn't even believe that it was really his Mr. Qin who called him. After all, he also received the news that Mr. Qin would not appear again recently, or even what happened.

After hanging up the phone, his first reaction was to inform his wife, boss and the others, and then he arrived at the place designated by Mr. Qin, holding a bag of candy in his hand.

This is why his boss Qin called him.

He also knows that Ninth Young Master, oh no, it shouldn’t be Ninth Young Master now, but Ninth Young Master loves to eat sweets.

You don't need to think carefully to know that these candies are what Mr. Qin wants to give to Miss Jiu.

But even so, when he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but pause. After all, Mr. Qin had never served anyone like this before. He looked like his whole body was exuding a cold air, and his eyes were looking at the person in his arms. Sometimes, it can overflow with pampering.

"Mr. Qin, let me do it." As a special assistant, of course you have to be quick-sighted.

Unexpectedly, before he could get the paper cup, the person in front of him had already taken a sip, then leaned over and passed it to the person in his arms, as if he didn't exist in the room at all.

To be honest, is he just a candy giver?

Realizing that he might become a light bulb, the smart special assistant put down the candy and without saying much, he closed the door of the ward and stood here, waiting for Mr. Qin to go in when he needed him to buy something. An older young man who is currently single, he really doesn't want to eat the dog food Mr. Qin feeds him.

The sky outside gradually darkened.

As the liquid flowed in, two hours later, Bo Jiu wanted to pull off the quilt on his body because it was too hot, but was held down by a hand, with a comfortable coolness: "There is still half a can, it's almost over ”

That voice made Bo Jiu realize that she was not dreaming, and that the vague consciousness she had in the car was real.

And that sentence, saying sorry in her ear.

He is really back.

Bo Jiu opened his eyes and saw the man's face turned away. He was wearing a dark sweater, his Adam's apple moved slightly under his slender neck, and his haloed jaw looked extremely familiar.

Bo Jiu subconsciously stretched out her hand and grasped his sleeve. This was an action she often did when she was a child.

Qin Mo paused and looked down at her. His long black eyelashes were covered with deep eyes. When he saw that she was awake, he didn't stop. Instead, he hooked her face, leaned over, and poured out the water. Crossed over.

Bo Jiu was indeed thirsty, and before her thoughts could react, she kissed her like this. The sweet warm water touched her lips, and the faint fragrance of the man's arrogance was also brought over little by little.

It was slightly cold and soft, as if it had touched ice cream, and it was sweet when it melted in your mouth.

This is the feeling she gets every time she kisses a great god, and it can easily become addictive.

Unfortunately, he was not kissing her, but feeding her water, touching her and then left.

Bo Jiu was quite disappointed. Just when he was about to use his flirting skills, he saw his palm spread out with a pile of candies inside: "Pick one."

"Orange flavored." Bo Jiu tapped one of the pieces with his fingertips.

Watching it being peeled off by that slender white hand, he fed it to himself. After smacking the taste, he raised his eyes without speaking.

"Are you hungry?" He glanced sideways and told her what he was thinking. He was already very pretty, but it was really a violation to coax her like this.

Third update, Ann