The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu almost used the patience he had never used before to take care of Qin Mo.

To be honest, she is not a caring person.

But this time I also knew how to adjust the pillow for Qin Mo.

Of course, take your temperature.

Bo Jiu felt that the job of taking body temperature was difficult to do. He had to suppress his instinct to tie people up and eat them every time.

This is not good.

But think about it.

It's rare for a great god to look so weak.

She was wearing white pajamas like a sick beauty, with black hair, and a collection of poems in her hand.

If you can eat tofu, eat it.

Qin Mo raised his eyes and looked at someone who looked like he was taking advantage of him, with the corner of his mouth raised.

I really couldn't help but want to laugh.

What's going on with this guy?

"What are you laughing at?" Bo Jiu tilted his head.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Am I smiling?"

"Of course, you were laughed at by me?" Bo Jiu took another book to Qin Mo.

Sometimes it’s a pleasure to listen to a master read something.

Since he is a psychological criminal.

It must be clear what tone to use to read the text, and it will be easier to move people's hearts.

With a skill like that of a master, you can actually become popular quickly if you become a CV.

but……

Think about it this way.

Bo Jiu also realized a problem.

The man sitting in front of her.

Can you even do hypnosis?

Qin Mo opened the book in his hand and said in a careless voice, "Tell me about your childhood."

As a child?

Bo Jiu turned his head and pushed his forehead to the back of his head in an evil manner: "I really like to fight."

She didn't know why the great god asked her about her childhood.

But Bo Jiu knew very well that it was mostly for testing.

The master has been looking for someone to check on her.

Just start from the Fu family.

Nothing could be found.

Bo Jiu can guarantee this.

Just something else…

Unless the master finds out something else.

Bo Jiu's eyebrows were still smiling. This was a habit she had developed: "Where was Brother Mo when he was a child?"

She really wanted to hear what her canine pet thought of her.

Talk about such topics.

Not expected, but feels good.

"I read books." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Sometimes I go to the armed forces."

After hearing these activities, Bo Jiu could only think of one sentence in his mind: "Young master is a warlord."

but……

"what about others?"

The master has not yet mentioned her as the master.

The cliché must be complete.

Qin Mo closed the book in his hand and said, "Nothing else."

no others?

Bo Jiu's posture paused.

How could there not be others?

Qin Mo saw that the person in front of him kept looking at him and raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"without."

Should I say lost?

Bo Jiu felt that this shouldn't be the case.

But I can't tell clearly.

This isn't quite right.

But why isn't there anything else?

When Bo Jiu lowered his eyes, he smiled again and continued: "I thought that people like Brother Mo should have been to many places when he was a child. After all, he is of mixed race."

"No." Qin Mo answered these two words subconsciously at first, and then he raised his eyes: "Maybe I have been there, but I forgot."

What does forgotten mean?

Bo Jiu looked at him.

Qin Mo turned his attention and said, "Grandpa said he took me to the Northern Federation, but I have no memory at all. The same goes for other things. I lost my memory for a while."

Bo Jiu never thought it would be such an answer.

I have never seen anyone so calm when they say they have lost their memory.

Except for God...