The national school idol is a girl

Chapter 467 The great god said that his stomach hurts...

Of course the bosses would not disagree and politely asked Qin Mo to go home and have a good rest.

But he was muttering in his heart, Mr. Qin usually doesn't look like this after drinking. How much did he drink just now? You must know that he can't put down a bottle.

Why do I feel sick to my stomach after having a drink today?

It was probably because there was something going on at home that I made the excuse.

However, Mr. Qin never seemed to make excuses.

In the past, when we discussed business, we would leave immediately after the discussion. It was always a handsome and dignified person.

Although these people are older than Mr. Qin, they can't compare to this one in terms of aura.

So after seeing Qin Mo like this, several bosses looked at each other with doubts in each other's eyes.

The two men still weren't driving.

Bojiu didn't even have a driver's license.

She now wishes she had a scooter for the elderly.

Otherwise, buy one first.

It's winter, and the elderly scooters are warm.

You can also skateboard, but it’s not very convenient when you encounter a situation like a master.

When Bo Jiu was a hacker, he often had stomach problems, and he knew how uncomfortable it was.

They can't always take a taxi when the master is in pain in the future.

The two people arrived at the military compound.

There's no way a taxi can get into a place like this.

What you see here is basically the license plate number.

The driver is in trouble.

Qin Mo pressed down the car window. After his handsome face was revealed, the soldiers saluted and said, "Let him go."

It’s not surprising to see someone in military uniform here.

I guess the driver rarely does this kind of work, and everything he sees seems strange.

Bo Jiu was still looking at the time.

Qin Mo did not roll up the car window, but said in a calm voice: "If you are in a hurry, please leave first. I will drink some hot water myself when I get back."

"Myself?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "No one is at home?"

Of course, Qin Mo would not say that he had given all the servants a day off for today. He only calmly gave the boy two words: "No."

Bo Jiu looked sideways. She didn't know why, but the great god's appearance reminded her of herself at that time.

When her stomach hurts, she would lie down at home and drink water. She was the only one in such a big room. When the pain was severe, she would drink. Anyway, the pain wouldn't hurt when she woke up.

"As long as I can get there after four o'clock." Bo Jiu stretched out his hand and rolled up the car window for Qin Mo: "Don't blow the wind if your stomach hurts. I'll make porridge for you later."

Qin Mo actually smiled: "Can you eat it?

Bo Jiu looked serious: "It's still okay to make porridge."

It turns out.

Even if Bo Jiu makes porridge, he still needs a master to guide him.

"Your rice hasn't been washed yet." Qin Mo reminded him in a low voice as he looked at the young man who had taken the pot and put the rice in and was about to start cooking.

The Qin family's kitchen was semi-open and decorated very high-end. Almost as soon as Bo Jiu turned around, he could see the man leaning against the wall with his eyebrows slightly raised. He looked a little handsome but also a little helpless.

Bo Jiu also knew why the great god was helpless. While scouring the rice, he explained: "I just forgot."

Qin Mo looked at the young man, raised his thin lips, and said casually, "I believe you."

Bo Jiu: ...This tone is really insincere!

In order to prove that he still has strength.

Bo Jiu took out a chopping board and showed off his knife skills.

I have to say, the ham and cucumber were cut very beautifully.

But next time... Bo Jiu forgot the right time to put this thing in.

Qin Mo also noticed: "Why don't you tell me how much of the whole process of cooking porridge do you remember?"