National School Prince Is A Girl

It must be said that Bo Jiu did not realize that it was impossible for Qin Mo to fiddle with his mobile phone.

After all, for Bo Jiu, she is more familiar with the sounds of any electronic device than others.

It's just that she feels that she needs to save face for sick dogs at this time.

It ’s better not to know what to do.

In addition, so far, Bo Jiu can think of what the Great God intends to avoid to talk about, which should be the case of the case.

In terms of investigating people, Bo Jiu also has his own channels.

For the time being, no tricks are needed to get the news from the great god.

So after the sound of the message disappeared, Bo Jiu took a book.

In fact, in addition to Yishui's psychological criminology, it is not easy to find another one on the bookshelf of Great God.

Qin Mo put down his phone and glanced at the book in his hands: "Do you like this?"

"Alright." Bo Jiu didn't know what was inside.

Just don't want someone to always text.

Then she will itchy hands.

Qin Mo smiled: "Give me the book."

Bo Jiu was still very good at this time.

Sit over and hand over the book again, still thinking about whether she will take a copy and take a look.

Or the mobile phone game "Hero".

I just didn't expect that neither of them was implemented.

I heard the sound of flipping a book.

Immediately followed by the lowness of the ear.

Qin Mo's natural bass is particularly mellow and tempting today, with a unique texture: "I still like you, the wind has gone for thousands of miles, regardless of the return date ..."

When this sentence sounded.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes subconsciously.

Then I realized that the Great God was reading the book in front of me.

Because the voice is too nice.

Bo Jiu didn't interrupt, and his eyes looked at the open paper.

The lowness in the ears remained.

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

It's really itchy.

Watching the man half leaning beside him while reading poetry.

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

Tying this person is definitely a hassle.

But still want to tie.

Bo Jiu bowed his head slightly depressed thinking about his plan.

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

It's really flattering when someone stays by his side and reads with him.

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

Wait……

Why is it the same as before?

Qin Mo's thick brow wrinkled heavily, followed by a severe pain.

The biting pain like that was simply unbearable.

The book in his hand fell to the ground.

Bo Jiu held Qin Mo's head for the first time, and his eyes were filled with panic.

"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang!"

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed the teenager's wrist, and there was thin sweat on his forehead: "I'm fine."

Bo Jiu was still worried. She never felt awkward. At this time, she felt that she could not do anything well: "Is the temperature up again?"

A glance at the back of the hand, it did.

Qin Mo pressed his opponent's hand and his head didn't hurt so much, but one thing was for sure, he needed to do a brain examination.

Because Qin Mo is very clear, such a headache has nothing to do with his cold.

Last time, suddenly it hurt.

Maybe not suddenly.

Qin Mo glanced at the young man, his eyes concealed were thoughtful...