The national school idol is a girl

Others probably don't know.

How good is Qin Mo in taking care of others.

But others are still others in the end.

There are very few people like Bo Jiu who are willing to be controlled by him.

Qin Mo is not without shortcomings.

Extremely possessive.

Luoluo had been blocked by him from Bo Jiu's mobile phone.

Anyway, everyone complains about this behavior.

Bo Jiu has always said one thing: "If it's a small matter, I'll add it back secretly."

Then he was still smiling with an evil look on his face.

The world is probably like this.

No one is perfect.

For example, Bo Jiu is like the wind. She can laze in your arms one moment, and drive a Lamborghini and do something the next.

I have many friends, whether they are of the opposite sex or the same sex.

Most of the time, apart from training, I just play.

It's really like eating, drinking and having fun.

Qin Mo is the only one who can catch the wind.

She can't change her love for darkness.

He wouldn't let her change either.

But she had to know one thing.

She is his.

So far, Bo Jiu has a very clear understanding of this point.

When I encounter someone who is good-looking, I just look at it now.

After all, she also discovered that no one could compare to the person beside her.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu opened his eyes and enjoyed the benefits of marriage again.

Qin Mo glanced sideways again, thinking that he had cut the flesh under her nails, and moved his posture, his eyebrows slightly twisted.

The princess looked on.

A cat's face is really round.

Although the owner now tries to take it with him wherever he goes.

But it didn't feel loved at all.

The owner is so casual when cutting his nails.

Look at him now!

Be as careful as you would a porcelain doll!

And this is still routine.

Sometimes the princess almost doubted whether the person did it on purpose.

Even when she gets out of bed, the owner has to remind her to wear slippers!

Bo Jiu always had nothing to say about this.

In terms of life skills, she hasn't lit up yet.

Occasionally when I want to go into the kitchen to make breakfast.

That person would stand behind her and teach her step by step all the procedures.

So now Bo Jiu can do more than just cook noodles.

It’s not a problem at all to get some tomatoes and scrambled eggs or something.

Qin Mo is probably like this.

His last sentence might have been, do you want to destroy the kitchen, and the next second he would come over and teach her.

Just like when he was a child, he held her hand and taught her to write his name one stroke at a time.

"Are you stupid?"

"Momo, I'm really not good at this kind of manual work."

“When did writing count as handiwork?”

"For me, it's the most difficult kind."

"Sit down."

"Still writing?"

“Otherwise, what do you want to do, play with William?”

She was still very smart at that time. She hugged Qin Mo's face and kissed him: "No, I just don't want to write."

I thought she would conquer people, but later I thought about it, Momo was too pure at that time.

His face turned red and he took a deep breath: "Don't sleep in my place today, no, not just today, don't come tomorrow either."'

"Why?" Bo Jiu didn't understand. She had expressed herself so honestly.

Qin Mo also didn't understand how someone could trick him and take advantage of him at such a young age, asking him to remind her how many times she was a girl.

She lay softly on his shoulder, admitting her mistake quite sincerely: "I promise to control it a little more next time, but Momo is so pretty, I'm not sure I can control it."

Qin Mo:......