Chapter 1425 The first thousand 880 buy home

The plan was dismantled, and Bo Jiu was quite regretful.

Changed something to hold, the effect is still the same.

Probably saw her distress.

Qin Mo casually said, "Can't sleep?"

"Yeah." The voice was a bit muffled, it should be coughing.

Seeing this, Qin Mo walked over and poured another glass of water.

But this time, besides water, he also picked out a book from the bookshelf.

That book is what he usually reads.

Bo Jiu knew that page, the little princess was reading it yesterday.

"Come over." Qin Mo stood beside the bed, his expression not changing much.

But when Bo Jiu heard these four words, he suddenly became lively, and his small body moved to the left, and the vacant space was not only at 01:30.

After doing this, she also seriously promised: "Momo, don't worry, even if we sleep together, I won't beat you like yesterday, don't be afraid."

Qin Mo tightened his hand to lift the thin quilt, raised his eyes, and gave her two words: "Shut up."

Bo Jiu was very happy, and didn't care about the little princess's resistance at all. She understood that he was shy.

If Qin Mo knew that this little tiger attributed everything to his shyness, the veins on Qin Mo's forehead would probably rupture again.

However, fortunately, sometimes Bo Jiu is still well-behaved.

And with such big eyes, lying on the bed with a small face like an angel sideways, looking at people fiercely.

Qin Mo leaned halfway against the head of the bed, and spread out the "Arabian Nights" in his hand, and the cold male voice with a pleasant pronunciation sounded, with a little bit of childishness: "It is said that in ancient times, on a sea island, In the world, there was a Sasan Kingdom, the king was named Shannuya, and King Shannuya wanted to marry a woman every day and spend the night in the palace, but every second day when the rooster sang, he brutally killed the woman. ..."

Children love to hear stories told.

For Bo Jiu, the things her father did were all treated as stories by her.

But Mr. Bo is so busy that he doesn't really have much time for storytelling.

To be correct.

This was the first time anyone had read her a bedtime story.

Bo Jiu was in a daze at first, but soon, as she listened, her coughing stopped, and all her attention was focused on the profile of the little princess and the fascinating story.

Time just flowed by with the moonlight bit by bit.

The two villains are different from others, probably because they are too similar.

Qin Mo also had no one to tell him a bedtime story.

He's like a little prince, yes.

But he is a lonely little prince.

Every night, I read a book and sleep alone.

Although no one still tells him bedtime stories.

But the little heater lying next to him, tilting his head and listening to him read, made him feel that there is nothing wrong with letting her come over once in a while.

The sound of reading is still going on.

"A thousand and one stories" has just read the third one.

People came on the first floor.

That person was none other than Mr. Bo wearing a black windbreaker with a bouquet of roses pinned to it.

Originally, he came to take his little Jiu Ye home.

When Mr. An motioned him to listen to the noise upstairs.

Mr. Bo smiled, showing a bit of evil spirit: "My little Jiuye is quite fast, and he can stay overnight so soon. It seems that in a short while, he will be able to buy your grandson home."

(End of this chapter)

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