The plan was debunked, and Bo Jiu regretted it.
I changed things to hold, and the effect was still the same.
I probably saw her discomfort.
Qin Mo opened his mouth casually: "I can't sleep" "Hmm."
The voice was a little muffled, I guess I wanted to cough.
Seeing this, Qin Mo walked over and poured another glass of water.
Only this time, in addition to water, he also picked out a book from the shelf.
That book is what he usually reads.
Bo Jiu knew that page, and the little princess was reading it yesterday.
"A little bit of the past."
Qin Mo stood beside the bed, his expression not changing much.
But when Bo Jiu heard these four words, he suddenly became vibrant, and his small body moved to the left, and the vacant space was not just a little bit.
After doing this action, she also seriously promised: "Momo, don't worry, even if you sleep together, I won't do it to you like yesterday, don't be afraid." ” Qin Mo lifted the small thin quilt and tightened his hand, raised his eyes, and gave her two words: "Shut up." ” Bo Jiumei is very beautiful, and she doesn't care about the little princess's attitude of resistance, he is shy, she understands it.
If Qin Mo knew that this little tiger attributed all the reasons to his shyness, it was estimated that the green tendons on Qin Mo's forehead would break again.
However, fortunately, sometimes Bo Jiu is still well-behaved.
And with such big eyes, lying on the bed with a little face like an angel on the side, looking at people angrily.
Qin Mo half leaned on the head of the bed, spread out the book One Thousand and One Nights in his hand, and the cold male voice with a good pronunciation sounded, and there was a little bit of milk: "According to legend, in ancient times, on the island between ancient India and China, there was a Sasang kingdom, the king was named Shanuya, and the king of Shanua would marry a woman every day and spend the night in the palace, but every next day when the rooster was singing, he would brutally kill this woman."
Children love to hear stories being told.
For Bo Jiu, all the things her father did were listened to by her as stories.
But Mr.
Bo is so busy that there isn't really much time for real storytelling.
To be precise.
This is the first time someone has read a bedtime story to her.
Bo Jiu was stunned at first, but soon, as she listened, her coughing sound became less, and all her attention was focused on the little princess's side face and the fascinating story.
Time just passed 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 bedtime stories.
He's like a little prince, yes.
But he is a lonely little prince.
Every night I read a book and slept alone.
Now though, no one tells him bedtime stories.
But the little stove lying beside him, tilting his head and listening to him read, made him feel that there was nothing wrong with letting her come over once in a while.
The sound of reading continues.
A thousand and one stories have just read the third.
There were people on the first floor.
The man was none other than Mr.
Bo, who was wearing a black trench coat with a bouquet of roses pinned to it.
Originally, he came to take his little ninth master back.
When Old Man An motioned for him to listen to the sound upstairs.
Mr.
Bo smiled and brought out a few evil spirits: "My little ninth master is quite fast, he can stay overnight so soon, it seems that it will not be long before he can buy your grandson home." ” aa2705221: