The national school idol is a girl

It is impossible to say that Bo Jiu didn't notice Qin Mo playing with his phone.

After all, for Bo Jiu, she is more familiar with the sound made by any electronic device than anyone else.

It’s just that she feels that at this time, she should save some face for the sick canine pet.

It’s better to think that you don’t know what to do.

In addition, so far, Bo Jiu could think of something that the master deliberately avoided talking about, which should be the crime team.

Bo Jiu also has his own channels for checking people.

For the time being, there is no need to use any tricks to get news from the great god.

So after the sound of sending messages disappeared, Bo Jiu picked up a book.

In fact, on the master's bookshelf, apart from Yishui's psychological criminology, there are also some books on finance. It is not that easy to find another book.

Qin Mo put down his phone and glanced at the book in the boy's hand: "Do you like this?"

"It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't know what was inside.

Just don’t want someone texting all the time.

That would make her hands itchy.

Qin Mo smiled: "Give me the book."

Bo Jiu was still very well-behaved at this time.

He sat down and handed the book over, still thinking about whether she should take one out and read it too.

Or play "Heroes" on your mobile phone.

Unexpectedly, neither of the two items were implemented.

I heard the sound of books being turned.

This was followed by a deep sound in the ears.

Qin Mo's natural bass is especially mellow and attractive today, with a unique texture: "I still like you, I think the wind has traveled eight thousand miles, regardless of the return date..."

When this sentence sounded.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes subconsciously.

Only then did I realize that the master was reading the book in front of me.

Because the voice is so nice.

Bo Jiu didn't interrupt, and looked at the opened paper.

The ringing in my ears is still there.

"I still like you, like the old city gate that has been waiting for an old friend for many years, standing alone..."

It's really itchy.

When I looked at the man leaning against me and reading poetry.

Bo Jiu didn't know how many times he had told himself this.

Having this guy tied up is definitely going to be trouble.

But I still want to tie it up.

Student Bo Jiu lowered his head and thought about his plan in a depressed manner.

She didn't see the warmth surging in Qin Mo's deep eyes when she lowered her head.

It is indeed very lovable when someone obediently stays by his side while reading with him.

This guy is still the same as before, he likes to sit next to him and listen to his stories.

Wait a moment……

Why do you say it's the same as before?

Qin Mo's thick eyebrows frowned heavily, followed by a burst of severe pain.

The bone-piercing pain was simply unbearable.

The book in his hand fell to the ground.

Bo Jiu immediately held down Qin Mo's head, his eyes rarely filled with panic.

"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang!"

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed the young man's wrist, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead: "I'm fine."

Bo Jiu was still worried. She had never felt clumsy, but now she felt like she couldn't do anything well: "Has the temperature gone up again?"

I checked it with the back of my hand, and sure enough, there was something.

Qin Mo pressed the other person's hand, and his head no longer hurt that much, but one thing was certain, he needed a brain examination.

Because Qin Mo knew very well that this headache had nothing to do with his cold.

It was the same thing last time, and it suddenly hurt.

Maybe not all of a sudden.

Qin Mo glanced at the young man, his eyes hidden deep in thought...

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