The smile on the corner of Bo Jiu's mouth became stronger: "It's really the same." ” "What the like" the villain did not understand.
Bo Jiu took a sip of water, and leaned lazily on it: "My boyfriend was like you when he was a child, he was paralyzed with a small face, and he was very cute." ” The villain moved his body and carried the schoolbag on his back: "I'm a girl." ” "Hmm" Bo Jiu lowered his eyes and swept the villain's short hair: "I didn't see it." ” The villain also noticed her gaze and touched his head: "If you cut it like this, it's the same as your brother, and you can do things alternately." ” "You still have a brother," Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.
The villain let out an "um".
Bo Jiu likes children, probably influenced by the great god when he was a child, and the more he looks at it, the more he feels that this is interesting in front of him: "What is your name, how old are you?"
"Mo Bei, thirteen and a half years old."
When the villain answers the question, it is the same expression.
Bo Jiu was addicted, his fingers tapped on her face, and his voice was lazy: "The Imperial League does not recruit child labor. ” Sure enough, the villain's brows twisted: "Isn't it okay to be a trainee first?"
"Trainees."
Bo Jiu couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand to rub the villain's head.
Before she could move, a clear and cold voice came from behind her: "I haven't bought water yet."
Bo Jiu stopped his hand, turned his eyes sideways, and faced the handsome face that was enough to make all newcomers willing to be commanded: "It's almost good, I met a very interesting child." ” Qin Mo followed her hand and looked over, and saw a "little boy" with his head held high, waiting to be touched by someone, and that face looked expressionless.
But others can't see it, as a mental profiler, he can clearly see that this "little boy" is not in a calm mood now, which can be seen from the mineral water bottle held by the other party, otherwise, the hand will not be clenched very tightly, even the eyes are very deep, obviously looking forward to something.
Bo Xiaojiu has grown up since he was a child, and he has no resistance to good-looking children.
Qin Mo stretched out his hand and dragged someone over, his voice was still light: "Don't touch people, like a strange aunt." ” Strange aunt Bo Jiu was hit by this adjective, she is so handsome, where does she look like a strange aunt "Okay, I'll go back when I'm done with water."
Qin Mo took the person and took a long step.
Bo Jiu turned his head and didn't forget to smile lightly, full of evil spirit: "We'll see you in a while." ” Qin Mo noticed the red-axis keyboard that the "little boy" was carrying on his back, and guessed that it was a player who came to participate in the internal competition.
So didn't say much.
But Bo Jiu's voice was still there: "The child's face is too good to poke." ” Qin Mo raised his eyebrows lightly, and glanced back at him.
I saw that the "little boy" was stretching out his hand and poking his face, obviously nostalgic for something.
This made Qin Dashen's eyes sink even deeper: "How big" "Hmm" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.
"How old is he," Qin Mo asked casually.
Bo Jiu's thin lips hooked: "Thirteen and a half years old, so young, you can't even pass the imperial league's recruitment age line, you can be recruited internally, it looks good." ” Qin Mo didn't speak again, only glanced in the direction of the "little boy" again, with a slight warning.
Xiao Mobei stood there with his schoolbag on his back, and after receiving Qin Shen's gaze, his cold little face was still the same, that is, he was going to be touched by the idol, but now he was not touched, which is a little regrettable aa2705221: