The national school idol is a girl

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Bo Jiu listened to the vibration on the side, and when he looked sideways, Qin Mo had already taken the phone and walked out of the room.

The call was from Director Huang, his voice a little deep: "I need you to come tomorrow."

"I got it." Qin Mo stopped talking and glanced in the direction of the boy. In the end, he never walked back and chose to sleep on the sofa.

The next day, eight o'clock.

Z on the Internet really took action.

It's just that the results are a bit unexpected.

The girl's memorial in the previous trailer did not appear.

However, some of the images exposed are still prone to anger.

Bojiu didn't sleep very deeply last night, but when he woke up again, he saw the news on TV.

Qin Mo sat on the sofa, pressed the remote control with his fingertips, and said in a calm tone: "The person you are imitating seems to be aiming at the same thing as you."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Brother Mo is talking about that Z?"

"What do you think the girl's memorial in the trailer is about?" Qin Mo asked without answering.

Bo Jiu sat down: "I just woke up, and Brother Mo wants to test me again?"

"It's case analysis." Qin Mo put his hand on the young man's head: "The suspicion has been eliminated by 80%. Are you happy?"

Is that careless tone really coaxing a child? Or just perfunctory coaxing...

Bo Jiu suggested: "Can't we find the remaining 20 percent?"

"Now it's 25%." Qin Mo stood up, with a handsome profile, and even the way he buttoned his buttons was full of abstinence: "I don't like bargaining."

Bo Jiu: ...inexplicably five percent more.

"Go and wash up, and then follow me to do something." Qin Mo's voice sounded again, very deep.

Bo Jiu was already standing in the bathroom, squeezing toothpaste with his head lowered. When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet the eyes of the man in the mirror: "What are you going to do?"

"Eliminate your 20% suspicion." Qin Mo was leaning against the door frame, but when he saw the young man brushing his teeth, he always seemed to avoid his upper lip.

He frowned, walked over, took the toothbrush from the boy's hand, and then pinched the boy's chin with one hand: "Open your mouth."

There are still bubbles in Bo Jiu's mouth, but she feels that these will not affect her handsomeness: "I have never asked anyone to brush my teeth. It was the same when I was a child. If I couldn't reach the sink, I would move a stool and stand. Brush on the stool."

"Do I need to praise you for being smart and buy you sweets?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, and his movements were more gentle than the pressure: "Stop talking and go drink water."

Bo Jiu was good at this time. She basically followed the instructions given by the master.

The water entered the throat and made a gurgling sound.

At that moment, it was as if even the morning light had become as gentle as water.

Qin Mo had always known that the boy had good skin, but when the sun was shining brightly, the skin on that side of his face looked like mutton-fat white jade.