The national school idol is a girl

In the end, I don’t know who took advantage of whom.

Qin Mo always knew how to take care of someone.

After taking the person out of the water.

He took a nightgown and wrapped him in it.

Just sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and look at the lights outside.

"hand."

Today Qin Mo is very restrained.

So Bo Jiu only felt comfortable, especially when he was leaning against someone like this.

After listening to his words, he moved, not quite understanding: "What are your hands doing?"

After hearing what she said, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "Stop your rogue ideas."

Bo Jiu yawned lazily, leaning against him in every possible way, with her thin lips pressed against his neck: "Brother Mo, you don't understand this. To create a beautiful marriage relationship, there must be a person." I take the initiative personally. I see you are so reserved. What if I don’t take the initiative? I’ll tolerate you.”

"Thank you so much, Master Jiu." Qin Mo said casually and directly pulled the man's hand over.

Bo Jiu knew that he was going to cut his nails and started to pull his hand back.

"Leave your nails open for you to chew on?" Qin Mo came closer and his breath hit her ears.

Bo Jiu's face felt a little hot when he heard it. He just looked at it. Qin Mo's figure was already very good, covered with layers of thin texture. His back was very straight and flawless. Now he had a beautiful figure. Together, it's extremely ambiguous.

Aren’t those who have served in the military supposed to be thick-skinned and thick-skinned?

Sure enough, even when Momo grows up, she still has the attributes of a little princess.

"I'll be gentler in the future." Bo Jiu meant what he said.

I never realized that usually boys should say this.

Qin Mo glanced down at her and took someone's hand over.

Perhaps Qin Mo would never have the patience to serve others.

But serving Bo Jiu has become even easier since his memory was restored.

Habits developed since childhood cannot be changed even if you want to.

What's more, he never thought about changing it.

This is what he should have raised.

Even during the training camp, Zhao Sanpang had said it countless times.

Like after the frog jumps.

Zhao Sanpang would always say: "Qin Xinji, the little spade has no hands, you have to help her tie her shoelaces."

Every time after that, Qin Mo would mock and suppress him: "You don't understand being single."

Zhao Sanpang really sincerely persuaded Bo Jiu, who had upturned hair: "It's true, Little Spades, good-looking skins are all the same, interesting souls can only be picked out from a million, Qin Xinji only has one face to look at, and there are many other places." It's boring. Others will definitely go out to play when they are on vacation, right? Look at what he does, stay at home, drink tea, play chess and read books, and enter old age early. How can you bear it, little spade, you are the little prince of the nightclub! "

"Fat Master, I'm shy to say it, but I like good-looking skin." Bo Jiu said seriously: "The lights in the nightclub are not good, and the face can't be fully illuminated. It's different at home. He reads and I look at him. Well... perfect ”

Zhao Sanpang: ...Grandma’s, it doesn’t make sense to control appearance!

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