No. 1883

Together?

When Qin Mo heard this, his brows furrowed even more.

Turning his head, he saw that the little tiger had climbed up from the bed, with two legs bent, one hand holding her small keyboard, and the other hand rubbing her eyes, looking like she was about to jump down.

Qin Mo didn't want to take a deep breath anymore, but reminded her calmly: "Bo Xiaojiu, you are a girl, I am a boy, you tell me, how are you going to go with me, pee, pee? Hmm?"

That tone must be unhappy.

Bo Jiu suddenly became much more sober, paused for a moment, and laughed: "I forgot again, Mo Mo, don't be angry, I can whistle, I can stand outside the door and whistle for you."

Qin Mo turned his face to the side, smiled very coldly, then stuffed the person into the blanket, and threw only two words: "Stay."

What a joke.

Someone is whistling outside.

Who can come out conveniently.

He also said that the only reason he could tolerate this little tiger was because she would listen to whatever you said.

When Qin Mo came out after washing up, Bo Jiu was still in bed.

Maybe she was too bored waiting, so she was doing somersaults.

When she saw him done, she rolled over and stood up straight.

Qin Mo didn't have any extra slippers, so he let her wear his own.

He didn't want to care about her so much.

After entering the bathroom, she lowered her head and started to wash her face.

Qin Mo pulled her back, lowered his head, and rolled up her sleeves in a few seconds, just because he couldn't stand the stupid behavior.

But Bo Jiu found out that the little princess Qin seemed to have a sore throat.

Could it be that she infected him?

Because she was thinking about this, Bo Jiu didn't take it seriously when washing up. She just touched her face twice and ran to the desk.

She remembered that the little princess put the medicine box here last night.

Bo Jiu didn't know what medicine it was at this time.

What's more, it was all written in Chinese characters.

She didn't understand it even more.

But she knew the pictures printed on it.

With a good memory, she recognized the box that the little princess fed her yesterday.

It was after taking this lozenge yesterday that her throat didn't hurt so much.

After finding it out, she carefully opened a pill.

Qin Mo saw the action of a little tiger, but didn't care much.

He even thought that the little tiger was finally not stupid and knew how to find medicine.

But the next second.

Qin Mo froze.

It was because the little tiger took advantage of his height, raised his chin, and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

The taste of Chinese herbal medicine spread from the tip of the tongue with a slight sweetness and bitterness.

Qin Mo's eyes widened.

It was not because of anything else, but because the man fed him the pill.

He also touched his head and said, "Be good, it's not bitter."

Is he afraid of bitterness as a boy?

What's more, Bo Xiaojiu, what kind of posture are you in.

Young Master Qin laughed coldly again. Anyway, it was dawn now, and it didn't matter if he threw her out.

But before he could speak.

The little tiger said to him with big eyes: "Momo, if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, such as a headache. I had a headache and then a fever yesterday. I was too stuffy with a fever and couldn't come out to play with you. But this is also my fault. I came to see you even though I knew I was too weak."

Very good, once again.

He is too weak!

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