It is impossible to say that Bo Jiu did not notice that Qin Mo was fiddling with his mobile phone.
After all, for Bo Jiu, she was more familiar with the sound of any electronic device than others.
It's just that she thinks that at this time, she should save some face for sick canine pets.
It's better when you don't know what to do.
In addition, so far, Bo Jiu could think of the matter that the great god deliberately avoided talking about himself, and it should be the matter of the serious crime team.
In terms of checking people, Bo Jiu also has his own channels.
There is no need to use any tricks to get news from the great god for the time being.
So after the sound of the message disappeared, Bo Jiu took a book casually.
In fact, on the bookshelf of the great god, in addition to Yishui's psychological criminology, it is some financial books, and it is not so easy to find one else.
Qin Mo put down his phone and glanced at the book in the young man's hand: "You like this" "Okay."
Bo Jiu didn't know what was inside.
I just don't want someone to text all the time.
She'll have itchy hands that way.
Qin Mo smiled: "Give me the book." ” Bo Jiu was still very well-behaved at this time.
Sit down and hand over the book, still wondering if she might take one out and read it too.
Or mobile play will be heroic.
It's just that I didn't expect that neither of them was implemented.
I heard the sound of flipping books.
This was followed by a low pitch in the ears.
Qin Mo's natural bass is particularly mellow and attractive today, with a unique texture: "I still like you, I want to go eight thousand miles in the wind, regardless of the return date" When this sentence sounds.
Bo Jiu subconsciously raised his eyes.
Only then did I realize that the great god was reading the book in front of me.
Because the voice is too good.
Bo Jiu didn't interrupt, and his eyes looked at the open paper.
The muffled ears remained.
"I still like you, like the old city gate that has been waiting for many years, standing alone" It's really itchy.
I watched the man half-snuggle up beside him and read the poem.
Bo Jiu didn't know how many times he told himself.
It's definitely a hassle to tie up this guy.
But I still want to tie up.
Bo Jiu, who lowered his head and was slightly depressed, thought about his plan.
I didn't see the warmth surging out of Qin Mo's deep eyes when she lowered her head.
When someone obediently stays by his side and reads with him, it is indeed very likable.
This guy is still the same as before, he likes to sit next to him and listen to his stories.
Wait a minute Why say the same as before.
Qin Mo's thick eyebrows furrowed heavily, followed by a sharp pain.
The pain was so piercing that I couldn't bear it at all.
The book in his hand fell to the ground.
Bo Jiu pressed Qin Mo's head for the first time, and there was little panic written in those eyes.
"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang" Qin Mo reached out and grabbed the young man's wrist, and there was still a light sweat on his forehead: "I'm fine." ” Bo Jiu is still worried, she has never felt clumsy, and at this time she feels that she can't do anything well: "Is the temperature up again?"
The back of his hand poked out, and sure enough, there was a little.
Qin Mo pressed the other party's hand, his head didn't hurt so much, but one thing was for sure, he needed to go for a brain examination.
Because Qin Mo knew very well that such a headache had nothing to do with his cold.
Last time, too, all of a sudden it hurts.
Maybe not all of a sudden.
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