The stuffiness in the lower abdomen has always existed, but no matter who looks at it, they can't detect Fu Jiu's changes.
Just like Qin Mo said, people like Fu Jiu are the most difficult to understand.
For breakfast, a large fruit bowl was placed on the table, and most of it was pears.
Chen Xiaodong came over and told her secretly: "These are all sent by Qin Shao directly from the hotel, saying that the young master is on fire, so it's better to eat more."
He swore he really didn't think much about it, what happened last night, the young master was on fire Fu Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at the fruit bowl in front of him.
The property of pears is coolness.
Women know that during the period of the great aunt, the most inappropriate thing is to eat this fruit.
When Fu Jiu came to this, he didn't dare to drink cold water, let alone eat pears.
But this time, Fu Jiu chuckled and pinched a piece and put it in his mouth: "Not bad, it's delicious, thank you, Brother Mo." ” Qin Mo took his gaze back from the young man's face, and let people serve another cup of soup, the curative effect of the soup was the same, all the effects were to reduce fire and remove haze There was a lily in the soup, Fu Jiu really didn't want to drink it, but with the wisdom of the great god, he didn't necessarily react at the moment, and then he wouldn't react.
So doing a full set of plays, Fu Jiu raised his head and drank all the cold soup.
Qin Mo stared at the young man and finished drinking, he didn't fail to see Fu Jiu's hesitation, and raised his eyebrows: "I don't like lilies" "I don't usually eat much."
Fu Jiu pursed his lips: "I'm a picky eater." “ Qin Mo nodded, his voice was very light: "Youth rebellious period." “ Fu Jiu: What does this have to do with the rebellious period of youth?
After eating Sydney and drinking the lily cold soup, the effect is that his eyes are much brighter, and he is not afraid of haze, but Fu Jiu, who has a stuffy stomach, doesn't want to move at all.
This is also the most undetectable to the gods, plus there is a physics class this morning, if the teacher can't name it, it is likely to affect the results of this monthly exam.
After breakfast, Fu Jiu stood up, with one hand in the pocket of his school uniform, and his smile seemed to be no different.
Qin Mo sent her to school, and before leaving, he instructed the driver: "Come back at noon to deliver the second fruit plate and cold soup to the Ninth Young Master." ” "Yes."
The driver nodded.
Fu Jiu was listening to the side, and she had already thought about giving away the lunch given to her by the great god, and she definitely couldn't touch those two things anymore, and now they were all in pain.
Taking advantage of the fact that her lips had not completely turned pale, Fu Jiu pushed the car door and walked down, waving his hand towards Qin Mo, waiting until the car behind him completely disappeared.
Fu Jiucai stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, and his silver hair hung down, blocking her beautiful eyes.
Because it is an action made through the jacket of the school uniform, many people think that the teenager is having a stomachache.
It's just that the back of the young man is still very handsome, and the appearance of carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder still makes many girls want to come up and talk to Jiudian.
But, obviously.
Today's Fu Jiu is not in good spirits, since she entered the classroom, she buttoned the hat of her school uniform and lay on the desk at the back, only revealing her overly white side face.
A few of the girls looked behind them.
"Is the Nine Halls sick?"
"It seems to be" Such a faint worry made the five or six boys who had long looked at Fu Jiu unpleasantly glance at each other, and there was a hidden poison in their eyes aa2705221: