No. 1808

A word from the great god.

Bo Jiu felt that she had been tricked again.

There is really no such thing as black history.

Especially in front of God.

The most important thing is that this great god is still his boyfriend.

When they were about to get out of the car, Qin Mo reached out and pinched her face. His brows were raised slightly, giving people the illusion of gentleness: "Do you think you can escape this disaster by pretending to be asleep?"

Bo Jiu opened his eyes but hadn't spoken yet.

Then he wrapped him up in his coat again.

It would be perfect if the master could put the consideration of taking care of him into not digging up her dark history.

The two of them were not going back to Qin's house, but to Bo Jiu's apartment.

The housekeeper's grandfather didn't look very good after seeing that the young master was brought back, but as a gentleman he still poured a cup of English black tea for the accompanying special assistant.

The special assistant was a little shocked when he saw the old man in front of him.

When did the Fu family hire such a butler?

He thinks he has a good temperament, wears a neat suit every day, and can handle all the big and small affairs for his family, Mr. Qin. He is the second best as a special assistant, and no one dares to be second.

But the person in front of him not only had a neat suit, but most importantly, he was also spotless. Even the movement of looking at his pocket watch was perfect, and everything from the tea set to the pastries in his mouth was so exquisite that he was shocked.

Something so good-looking must not taste good.

With this attitude, the special assistant casually put a piece of pastry in his mouth. He, an older young man, had already been eating dog food all day long, and it was not a good idea to eat something to pad his stomach...how could it be so delicious! ! !

The special assistant's eyes rounded at that moment.

Looking at Grandpa Butler, who was so elegant from beginning to end, I suddenly felt like I had lost!

No wonder Mr. Qin didn’t take Miss Jiu back to Qin’s house!

The assistant did not know, except for this reason.

Another point is that Qin Mo knows very well that the medical skills of the housekeeper's grandfather will definitely be beneficial to Bo Jiu.

On the other hand, classmate Bo Jiu, who was half lying on the bed and receiving water from the master, was about to do something to attract the master's attention.

As for the topic "How did he pursue her?", it's better not to talk about it.

Perhaps because of his dark history, or perhaps because he still had a low fever, Bo Jiu's face was still a little red.

In order to show that he was very obedient, Dai Zui sat down as if he had done something good, and she drank whatever Qin Mo fed her. Even though she didn't usually like to drink water, she drank more than half a cup in one go, and then looked at Mo Shen as if she was claiming credit.

Desert God had no reaction.

Bo Jiu drank another half of the glass and looked up again.

The result is still the same.

It seems there is no way to escape.

Bo Jiu thought for a while, if he didn't kiss and coax the great god, he would be able to tell the story if he was a little vague about it.

Unexpectedly, she hasn't spoken yet.

I saw him reaching out and picking up a posed photo placed beside the bed. When he lowered his eyes, there was no expression on his side face.

That staged photo had appeared in the castle before.

Because of this posed photo, the coldness radiating from the great god's body at that time is still vivid in my mind.

Subconsciously, Bo Jiu reached out and took the photo, as if talking to himself, or explaining: "Why did this photo appear here? It must have been placed by the housekeeper."

After saying that, he measured himself, pulled out the drawer, and put the photos in it.

Now that the master has just eliminated the psychological suggestion, she should be quite fragile. She will tell him about the posing thing after she feels stable.

As a domineering president, he must be so considerate!

After Bo Jiu posed for the photo, he smiled at Qin Mo and leaned there handsomely.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Bo Jiu, as if he was a little careless, and gave her another sip of water: "It's not surprising that you did it. After all, she is your childhood sweetheart."

Bo Jiu was a little nervous when he drank the water. After swallowing it, he coughed lightly and said, "I really didn't do it."

This time the great god indeed wronged her.

She didn't have time to pose for the photo.

After the master was given psychological hints, Bo Jiu wanted to do this.

How to keep people here.

Even though the great god always called her the sponsor before, Bo Jiu could feel that there was still a lot of fun in it, as if he would leave if he was no longer interested.

Of course, this is Bo Jiu's illusion.

But because of this illusion, Bo Jiu couldn't coax the little Princess Qin at the time, so how could he take out this staged photo.

Grandpa Butler is different. From a medical point of view, after all, no matter what kind of psychological suggestion, it is usually related to memories that people are unwilling to face.

Because you don't want to face it, you will create psychological weakness and close some things.

Therefore, Grandpa Butler will try any way to evoke Qin Mo's memory.

Bo Jiu also understands this truth.

But after all, the great god's resistance to her "childhood sweetheart" was too obvious before.

Bo Jiu, who now has a dark history, must avoid these minefield topics to talk about.

Qin Mo naturally saw someone's thoughts, curled his thin lips, and opened the drawer: "What? Do you think I will be jealous?"

"How could that happen?" Bo Jiu chuckled and asked, "You don't want to eat?"

Qin Mo said slowly: "Is there anything delicious?"

Bo Jiu: ...No matter how you hear it, it sounds like you are telling the truth!

This should be another routine. Bo Jiu didn't want to be fooled. She wanted to create some topics to trick the master. She pushed the drawer in again: "Brother Mo, after you said that last time, I thought about it and felt that my childhood sweetheart was indeed a little scheming. For example, he never let me play with others. Now that I think about it, it is very likely that he was jealous. I was young at that time and didn't understand it at all."

After Bo Jiu finished speaking, she waited for the master to agree with her point of view.

After all, in this situation, according to the master's personality, he would not only agree, but also advise her to stay away from such people in the future without any expression.

But?

Why is it so quiet?

Bo Jiu looked at his fingers that were about to peel off the package and feed the candy into her mouth and stopped there. She raised her eyebrows slightly. She was ready to eat it. Why did the master suddenly stop?

Before Bo Jiu figured it out.

Over there, Qin Mo sat down and asked her with a slightly hooked thin lip: "Want to eat?"

"Yeah." The master began to seduce her with beauty again. Bo Jiu thought so and waited to be fed.

But who knew, the man smiled, raised his hand slightly, and threw the candy that was originally intended for her into the trash can next to him.

Bo Jiu:...

"Since you have a fever, eat less sweet things." Qin Mo's eyes were slightly raised, and he had an abstinence aura.

What he said seemed to make sense.

But he had clearly fed her a lot of candy before.

Bo Jiu didn't understand how she had offended the great god, and sat there very puzzled.

Watching him turn sideways and cover her with the quilt, he said in a faint voice: "I heard that the purest feelings happened when we were young."

Bo Jiu thought that this was a warning to her, and in the end, she was still unhappy because of the photo!

Immediately said: "What did you know when you were young."

Qin Mo heard this and tapped her wrist with his fingers: "Don't want to talk about your childhood?"

Mainly because you will be jealous, Bo Jiu nodded.

Qin Mo smiled, his slender white hand still tapping her wrist, as if he really respected her opinion, thinking slowly, the light of the lamp fell on his chin: "Then let's talk about how many people you have chased, and by the way, let's talk about your memories of my love at first sight for you?"

Bo Jiu: ...

This is not as good as the previous topic!

Bo Jiu wilted, her head rested on Qin Mo's chest, her eyes waved: "Brother Mo, I have a headache."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Qin Mo snorted.

Bo Jiu didn't say anything. After all, even if the great god said such words, he still reached out and stroked her head, and the gentleness made it easy for people to relax.

If it weren't for another sentence in her ear: "Don't you want to put the photo up?"

Bo Jiu would probably have just stood there against the God: "No."

"It's pretty, why don't you put it up?" Qin Mo was very careless. After noticing the temperature on her body, he peeled another piece of candy in his hand: "It's a good thing for people to be nostalgic at the right time."

Bo Jiu didn't move:... You said it so generously, I almost believed it!

"It's fine in the drawer." Bo Jiu felt that this was a big project of fighting wits and courage, and she didn't slack off at all. She should give her the candy.

Unexpectedly, the man smiled again, and the same thing happened, but this time he didn't throw the candy into the trash can, but ate it himself.

Bo Jiu:...

Is it so difficult to eat a piece of candy now?

And the action just now was obviously to feed it to her.

Qin Mo glanced at someone and said in a faint voice: "Do you really want to eat it?"

Bo Jiu hummed, what if pretending to be pitiful works.

Facts have proved that pretending to be pitiful has no positive effect in front of the God.

Qin Mo smiled and pinched her face: "Then you just bear with it."

Bo Jiu:...

It's so awkward, it must be because of that photo!

Bo Jiu, whose mind was a little empty, didn't think about recovering her memory.

After all, Qin Mo didn't seem to plan to tell her, but wanted someone to come to his senses.

And when he knew that the scheming boy he mentioned was himself, that feeling...really...

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and pinched someone's face again to see when this guy would react.

Bo Jiu was pinched for no reason, but the warmth in that person's eyes was too strong, and the way he treated her was more like treating a treasure, plus his eyes were half-closed, abstinence and seduction, specializing in people's hearts.

She had no way to deal with the beauty trap, and of course her pair of black and white eyes would stare straight at people.

After seeing her like this, Qin Mo paused, lowered his waist with a half-deep look in his eyes, and originally planned to kiss the corner of her mouth.

Who knows, he still couldn't control himself, his fingers slid across her softness, wishing that this person would melt into a pool of water in his arms.

Bo Jiu's head was even more dizzy after being kissed, and she felt that even a fever was not as high as the temperature brought to her by the great god.

Even so, Qin Mo still noticed that her body temperature had risen a little, and his forehead was against hers. Because of her lack of energy, his heart seemed to be tied up, and the blood seemed to be unable to circulate.

He held her in his arms, and finally fed her a candy, lowered his head and kissed her hair: "Tell me if you are thirsty."

Bo Jiu didn't think that the great god was particularly caring for people before, but this time it was different.

In fact, even if it's a fever, it's still quite troublesome. There is no taste in the mouth, and I want to drink water and eat something sweet and sour.

But eating candy all the time is not good, and the throat can't stand it.

It's really not easy to make people with fever feel comfortable.

But his eyes never left her. When she moved, he knew what she was going to do in advance. Sugar was replaced by fruit, and he always fed her.

Not to mention going to the bathroom.

Bo Jiu had no strength in her hands, but now she didn't need an IV drip, so she could do it.

He didn't listen to her. He bent down and carried her into the bathroom, and untied the belt of her pajamas for her.

The back of the great god's hand was very white, and his fingertips seemed to be able to bring out light, which was due to his temperament.

When he passed by lightly, Bo Jiu always felt that it was too inappropriate for such a pair of hands to untie her pants.

But from this angle, he didn't seem to care at all: "Call me when you're done."

Probably because he took care of her too meticulously.

In addition, under the supervision of the great god, Bo Jiu drank many glasses of water in one breath, and it was around ten o'clock in the evening.

Bo Jiu's body temperature had returned to normal, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep in Qin Mo's arms.

Unlike her, Qin Mo did not sleep. He held her with one hand, and used the other hand to measure the temperature of her forehead from time to time.

The most feared thing about fever is the recurrence at night.

Everyone knows this.

Qin Mo did not sleep immediately because of this. His fingers brushed across the person's cheek, and then brushed away the hair that was stuck to her face. The tenderness in his eyes was bottomless, as if it was about to overflow.

But Bo Jiu, who had already fallen asleep, did not see this scene.

Otherwise, she would definitely feel that such eyes were very familiar.

The housekeeper stood outside the door. He had prepared soup and wanted to come in. When he saw this scene, he quietly closed the door and then looked at the silver pocket watch.

He understood that the young master could recover well today even without him.

Because the best medicine is careful care.

In this regard, no one can compare to the young master of the Qin family.

Bo Jiu did sleep comfortably, and her face could not help but rub against the soft cotton with moderate temperature, not knowing that it was not a pillow, but the sleepiness of Qin Mo's clothes.

As long as she moved, Qin Mo would open his eyes, look at her, and measure her temperature.

Finally, probably unable to help, he pinched her face again with his fingers: "I have given you so many hints, but you still haven't guessed the answer. It's not unfair to say that you are stupid, Bo Xiaojiu."

Bo Jiu seemed to have dreamed of something good, with the corners of her mouth still half-tilted, her mouth slightly open, and watery.

Qin Mo saw it, his eyes deepened, and then he turned sideways and put the photo back to its original position.

The night outside was getting darker and darker.

Netizens who didn't know what happened were still focusing on the game.

After all, today's battle between the Imperial Alliance and Theo made them see hope, but also realized that the level of the Imperial Alliance was not as good as that of Japan.

Many analysis posts have been published, which basically say that the chances of the Supreme Alliance losing are too high, because in the current Supreme Alliance, no one can stand up to Hoshino Ichi and Yuji Shin...

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