The national school idol is a girl

A word from the great god.

Bo Jiu felt that she had been tricked again.

There is really no such thing as black history.

Especially in front of God.

The most important thing is that this great god is still his boyfriend.

When they were about to get out of the car, Qin Mo reached out and pinched her face. His brows were raised slightly, giving people the illusion of gentleness: "Do you think you can escape this disaster by pretending to be asleep?"

Bo Jiu opened his eyes but hadn't spoken yet.

Then he wrapped him up in his coat again.

It would be perfect if the master could put the consideration of taking care of him into not digging up her dark history.

The two of them were not going back to Qin's house, but to Bo Jiu's apartment.

The housekeeper's grandfather didn't look very good after seeing that the young master was brought back, but as a gentleman he still poured a cup of black tea for the accompanying special assistant.

The special assistant was a little shocked when he saw the old man in front of him.

When did the Fu family hire such a butler?

He thinks he has a good temperament, wears a neat suit every day, and can handle all matters big and small for his family, Mr. Qin. He is the second best as a special assistant, and no one dares to be second.

But the person in front of him not only had a neat suit, but most importantly, he was also spotless. Even the movement of looking at his pocket watch was perfect, and everything from the tea set to the pastries in his mouth was so exquisite that he was shocked.

Something so good-looking must not taste good.

With this attitude, the special assistant casually put a piece of pastry in his mouth. He, an older young man, had already been eating dog food all day long, and it was not a good idea to eat something to pad his stomach...how could it be so delicious! ! !

The special assistant's eyes rounded at that moment.

Looking at Grandpa Butler, who was so elegant from beginning to end, I suddenly felt like I had lost!

No wonder Mr. Qin didn’t take Miss Jiu back to Qin’s house!

The assistant did not know, except for this reason.

Another point is that Qin Mo knows very well that the medical skills of the housekeeper's grandfather will definitely be beneficial to Bo Jiu.

On the other hand, classmate Bo Jiu, who was half lying on the bed and receiving water from the master, was about to do something to attract the master's attention.

As for the topic "How did he pursue her?", it's better not to talk about it.

Perhaps because of his dark history, or perhaps because he still had a low fever, Bo Jiu's face was still a little red.

In order to show that he was very obedient, Dai Zui sat down as if he had done something good, and she drank whatever Qin Mo fed her. Even though she didn't usually like to drink water, she drank more than half a cup in one go, and then looked at Mo Shen as if she was claiming credit.

Desert God had no reaction.

Bo Jiu drank another half of the glass and looked up again.

The result is still the same.

It seems there is no way to escape.

Bo Jiu thought for a while, if he didn't kiss and coax the great god, he would be able to tell the story if he was a little vague about it.

Unexpectedly, she hasn't spoken yet.

I saw him reaching out and picking up a posed photo placed beside the bed. When he lowered his eyes, there was no expression on his side face.

That staged photo had appeared in the castle before.

Because of this posed photo, the coldness radiating from the great god's body at that time is still vivid in my mind.

Subconsciously, Bo Jiu reached out and took the photo, as if talking to himself or explaining: "Why did this photo appear here? It must have been placed by the housekeeper."

After saying that, he measured himself, pulled out the drawer, and put the photos in it.

Now that the master has just eliminated the psychological suggestion, she should be quite fragile. She will tell him about the posing thing after she feels stable.

As a domineering president, he must be so considerate!

After Bo Jiu posed for the photo, he smiled at Qin Mo and leaned there handsomely.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Bo Jiu, as if he was a little careless, and gave her another sip of water: "It's not surprising that you did it. After all, she is your childhood sweetheart."

Bo Jiu was a little nervous when he drank the water. After swallowing it, he coughed lightly and said, "I really didn't do it."

This time the great god indeed wronged her.

She didn't have time to pose for the photo.

After the master was given psychological hints, all Bo Jiu wanted to do was how to keep people here.

Even though the great god always called her the sponsor before, Bo Jiu could feel that there was still a lot of fun in it, as if he would leave if he was no longer interested.

Of course, this is Bo Jiu's illusion.

But because of this illusion, Bo Jiu couldn't coax the little Princess Qin at the time, so how could he take out this staged photo.

The situation is different for Grandpa Butler. From a medical point of view, after all, no matter what kind of psychological suggestion, it is usually related to memories that people are unwilling to face.

Because you don't want to face it, you will create psychological weakness and close some things.

Therefore, Grandpa Butler will try any way to evoke Qin Mo's memory.

Bo Jiu also understands this truth.

But after all, the great master's resistance to her "childhood sweetheart" was too obvious before.

Bo Jiu, who now has a dark history, must avoid these minefield topics to talk about.

Qin Mo naturally saw someone's thoughts, curled his thin lips, and opened the drawer: "What? Do you think I will be jealous?"

"How could that happen?" Bo Jiu chuckled and asked, "You don't want to eat?"

Qin Mo said slowly: "Is there anything delicious?"

Bo Jiu: ...No matter how you hear it, it’s all duplicity!

This must be another routine. Bo Jiu didn't want to be fooled. He wanted to create some topics that could be used to trick the master. He pushed the drawer in again: "Brother Mo, after what you said last time, I thought about it. I also feel that my childhood sweetheart is indeed a bit cautious. For example, he never let me play with others. Now that I think about it, it is very likely that he was jealous. I was young at the time and didn’t understand it at all. "

After Bo Jiu finished speaking, she waited for the great god to agree with her point of view.

After all, in this situation, according to the character of the master, he would not only agree, but also calmly advise her to stay away from such people in the future, etc.

Can?

Why is it so quiet?

Bo Jiu looked at his fingers that were about to open the package and put the candy in her mouth, and raised his eyebrows slightly. She was ready to eat it. Why did the master stop suddenly?

Before Bo Jiu could figure it out.

Qin Mo sat down over there and asked her with a slight hook on his thin lips: "Want to eat?"

"Hmm." The master began to seduce with his beauty again, Bo Jiu thought, waiting to be fed.

But who knows, the man smiled, raised his hand slightly, and threw the candy he was going to give her into the trash can next to her.

Bo Jiu:......

"Since you have a fever, eat less sweet food." The corners of Qin Mo's eyes were raised slightly, and he had an aura of abstinence.

What he said sounded reasonable.

But he clearly fed himself a lot of sugar before.

Bo Jiu didn't understand where he had offended the great god, so he sat there in confusion.

She watched him turn sideways, cover her with the quilt, and said in a light voice, "I heard that the purest feelings happen in childhood."

Bo Jiuxin thought that this was a slap on her, but after all, she was still unhappy because of the posed photo!

He immediately said: "What did I know when I was a child?"

When Qin Mo heard this, he tapped her wrist with his fingers: "Don't you want to talk about your childhood?"

The main reason is that your old man will be jealous, Bo Jiu nodded.

Qin Mo smiled, his slender white hand still tapping her wrist, as if he really respected her opinion, thinking slowly, the light of the light fell on his chin: "Then let's talk Now that we’ve talked about how many people you’ve chased, let’s talk about my love at first sight in your memories.”

Bo Jiu:......

This is not as good as the previous topic!

Bo Jiu wilted, resting his head on Qin Mo's chest, his eyes flashing: "Brother Mo, I have a headache."

"Think I will believe it?" Qin Mo snorted.

Bo Jiu didn't speak. After all, even if the master said such words, he still reached out his hand and touched her head. His gentle touch made people relax easily.

If it hadn't been for another sentence coming from my ears: "Aren't you going to put up the photo?"

Bo Jiu was probably about to stop moving against the great god: "I won't show off anymore."

"It's very pretty, why don't you show it off?" Qin Mo said nonchalantly. After noticing the warmth on her body, he peeled off another piece of candy and said, "It's a good thing for people to be nostalgic at the right time."

Bo Jiu didn't move: ...You said it so generously, I almost believe it!

"Just put it in the drawer." Bo Jiu felt that this was a big project involving a battle of wits and courage, and he didn't relax even a little bit. It was time to give her the candy.

Unexpectedly, the man smiled again, and the same thing happened, but this time he didn't throw the candy into the trash can, but ate it himself.

Bo Jiu:......

Is it so difficult to eat a piece of candy now?

And the action just now was obviously to feed her.

Qin Mo glanced at someone and said in a low voice: "Want to eat?"

Bo Jiu hummed, just in case pretending to be pitiful would be useful.

Facts have proved that pretending to be pitiful in front of a great god has no positive impact at all.

Qin Mo smiled and pinched her face: "Then just bear with it."

Bo Jiu:......

It’s definitely because of the posed photo that it’s so awkward!

Bo Jiu, whose mind was a little empty, did not think about restoring his memory.

After all, Qin Mo didn't seem to intend to tell her, but wanted someone to come to his senses.

And when he knew that the scheming boy he mentioned was himself, that feeling... was really...

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and pinched someone's face again to see when this guy would react.

Bo Jiu was pinched inexplicably, but the warmth in the man's eyes was too strong, and he treated her more like a treasure. In addition, his eyes were half-downcast, ascetic and seductive, specializing in people's hearts.

The only thing she can't do about the beauty trap is that her black and white eyes will of course look straight at him.

After seeing her like this, Qin Mo paused and lowered his waist with half-deep eyes. He originally planned to kiss the corner of her mouth.

Who knew, he still couldn't control it, he wished that this person would turn into a puddle of water in his arms.

Bo Jiu felt even more dizzy from being kissed, and felt that her fever was not as high as the temperature brought to her by the great god.

Even so, Qin Mo still noticed that her body temperature had risen a little, and his forehead was pressed against hers. Because of her lack of energy, her heart seemed to be tied up, and her blood seemed to have stopped flowing.

He hugged her and finally fed her a candy. He lowered his head and kissed her hair: "If you are thirsty, just tell me."

Bo Jiu didn't think that the great god was particularly good at taking care of people before, but this time it was different.

In fact, even though I have a fever, it is quite troublesome. I have no taste in my mouth, and I want to drink water and eat something sweet and sour.

But it’s not good to eat sweets all the time. Your throat won’t be able to bear it.

It is really not easy for people with fever to feel comfortable.

But his eyes never left hers. Whenever she moved, he knew in advance what she was going to do. The sugar was replaced by fruit, and he always fed it to her.

Not to mention going to the bathroom.

Bo Jiu didn't have any strength in his hands, but it was totally okay not to give him an intravenous drip now.

He didn't listen to her and bent down to carry her into the bathroom.

The back of the master's hand is very white, and the fingertips seem to bring out light, which is due to his temperament.

But looking at it from this angle, he didn't seem to care at all: "Okay, call me."

Probably because the care was so meticulous.

In addition, under the supervision of the master, Bo Jiu drank many glasses of water in one breath, and it was around ten o'clock in the evening.

Bo Jiu's body temperature had returned to normal, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep in Qin Mo's arms.

Unlike her, Qin Mo was not sleeping. He was holding her with one hand, and the other hand would measure the temperature on her forehead from time to time.

The worst thing about having a fever is its recurrence at night.

Everyone knows this.

Because of this, Qin Mo didn't fall asleep immediately. His fingers crossed the person's cheek, and then he pushed the hair away from her face. The tenderness in his eyes was bottomless, as if it was about to overflow.

But Bo Jiu, who was already asleep, didn't see this scene.

Otherwise, she would definitely feel that such eyes were very familiar.

The housekeeper stood outside the door. He had prepared soup and wanted to come in. When he saw this scene again, he quietly closed the door and then looked at the silver pocket watch.

He understood that the young master could recover well even without him today.

Because the best medicine is careful care.

At this point, no one can compare with the young master of the Qin family.

Bo Jiu did sleep comfortably. He couldn't help but rub his face against the soft cotton with a moderate temperature. He didn't know that it was not a pillow, but the sleepiness Qin Mo was wearing.

As soon as she makes a move, Qin Mo will inevitably open his eyes, look at her, and take her temperature.

Finally, probably unable to bear it anymore, he pinched her face again with his fingers: "I've given you so many hints, but you still haven't guessed the answer. It's not unfair to call you stupid, Bo Xiaojiu."

Bo Jiu seemed to have dreamed of something good. The corners of his mouth were still half raised, and his small mouth was slightly open, filled with moisture.

Qin Mo's eyes darkened as he saw it, then turned sideways and put the staged photo back to its original position.

The night outside is getting darker and darker.

Netizens who didn't know what happened were still focused on the game.

After all, today's battle between the Imperial Alliance and Theo gave them hope. At the same time, they also realized that the level of the Imperial Alliance was not as good as that of Beihai Kingdom.

Many analysis posts have come out, and the general idea is that the chance of losing to the Imperial Alliance is too high, because no one in the current Imperial Alliance can stand up to Hoshino Kazu and Yushin...

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