No. 1807

Bo Jiu said "hmm", and didn't mind expressing his thoughts: "I want to eat meat."

"Eat meat?" Qin Mo smiled, his eyes were very clear, a bit like aged wine: "Wait until you get better."

Bo Jiu wanted to move.

Qin Mo reached out and held him down, and made a phone call with a sidelong glance.

After a while, the special assistant came in from outside, holding a beautiful take-away box in his hand.

What was disappointing was that it was all porridge.

Bo Jiu has been a carnivore since he was a child, and he really didn't feel anything when eating porridge.

But he was really hungry, so he didn't care whether he felt anything or not.

Originally, Bo Jiu wanted to eat by himself, and the special assistant saw it clearly from the side, but their boss Qin took the lead and opened the lunch box.

He also took the spoon in his hand, and looked at Miss Jiu and raised his eyebrows: "Open your mouth."

Bo Jiu found that people who look good will be more beautiful when feeding others.

The porridge was still hot, and when it came to his mouth, it was moderately salty and tasted very good.

Bo Jiu tilted her head to drink, and when she finished eating, the infusion was finished.

Before she got up, he bent down and hugged her in his arms: "It's cold outside."

Three words, the sound quality was very faint.

All Bo Jiu could smell was the fragrance on his body, and she seemed to have no thoughts to pay attention to the rest. The sound of her heartbeat was too clear.

Her fingers also used force, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at the person in his arms: "Put your face back."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu was puzzled.

Still the same faint voice: "Too beautiful, dazzling."

When Qin Mo said this, Li, the special assistant, just turned sideways and opened the door. He coughed lightly and held back his laughter. When President Qin talked about love, it was simply... hard to describe.

It was dark outside.

Jiangcheng, which had entered winter a long time ago, had reached zero degrees.

When the wind blew over, it was particularly cold.

But Bo Jiu didn't feel anything. She also knew that he helped her block all the wind, because when she was about to get on the car, she heard his voice: "Why is the temperature still a little high?"

Fever can't go away so quickly. Even if you get an IV drip, you need a night to recover.

Qin Mo is an expert in psychology, and he knows the basics of medicine.

But for some reason, when he touches her hot body.

He wishes that the temperature could be lowered a little.

Bo Jiu thought it was good. It's not like she had never been injured or sick before. Thinking about it carefully, she was only taken care of by him when she was a child, and then she became the young master of hackers.

Many things have to be faced by yourself.

If you have a fever, you can just sleep it off.

It's not like today, there is still someone to comfort you.

Bo Jiu tilted her head and saw the man's neck, which was very slender and white, and there was an abstinence atmosphere for no reason.

"Cold?" Probably noticed her gaze.

He lowered his eyes and kissed her eyes: "We'll be there soon."

Bo Jiu was sweet. Her head was still burning. She didn't know that Qin Mo's memories had been brought back together with those of her childhood. She only felt a sense of familiarity in her heart, but she couldn't tell where it was familiar. It was probably because she was taken care of too well.

Moreover, the great god didn't even look up her black history when he lost his memory. From this point of view, having a fever is also good, perfect.

Facts have proved that she is still too stupid and naive.

Because the next sentence of the great god's words is: "After arriving, I still want to hear how I fell in love with you at first sight and pursued you."

Bo Jiu: ...

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