It would be impossible for Bo Jiu to not realize that Qin Mo was fiddling with his mobile phone.

After all, for Bo Jiu, she is more familiar with the sounds made by any electronic device than others.

But she felt that she should give some face to the sick dog-type pet at this time.

It is better to not know anything.

In addition, so far, Bo Jiu could think that the great god deliberately avoided his discussion, which should be the matter of the Crime Team.

When it comes to investigating people, Bo Jiu also has his own channels.

There is no need to use any tricks to get news from the great god for the time being.

So when the sound of sending the message disappeared, Bo Jiu picked up a book casually.

In fact, on the bookshelf of the great god, besides Yishui's psychological criminology, there are some financial books. It is not so easy to find another one.

Qin Mo put down his phone and glanced at the book in the boy's hand: "Do you like this?"

"It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't know what it was.

I just don't want someone to always send text messages.

Then she will itch her hands.

Qin Mo smiled: "Give me the book."

Bo Jiu was still very well-behaved at this time.

I sat down and handed over the book, still thinking about whether she could take one out to read it.

Or play "Hero" on your mobile phone.

But unexpectedly, neither of them was implemented.

I heard the sound of flipping books.

Then there was the depression in my ears.

Qin Mo's natural bass is particularly mellow and attractive today, with a unique texture: "I still like you. I want to walk eight thousand miles away, and I don't care about the return date..."

When this sentence sounds.

Bo Jiu subconsciously raised his eyes.

Only then did I realize that the great god was reading the book in front of me.

Because the voice is so nice.

Bo Jiu did not interrupt, and his eyes also looked at the open paper.

The deepness in my ears is still there.

"I still like you, like the old city gate where my old friend has been waiting for many years, alone..."

It's really itchy.

Watching the man half-lying around reading poetry.

Bo Jiu didn't know how many times he told him.

It is definitely a problem to tie this person up.

But I still want to tie it up.

He lowered his head and thought about his plan with a little depressed look.

I didn't see the warmth that surged from Qin Mo's deep eyes when she lowered her head.

When someone stays beside him and reads with him, it is really likable.

This guy is still the same as before, and likes to stay by him and listen to his stories.

Wait a moment……

Why is it said to be the same as before?

Qin Mo's thick eyebrows frowned heavily, followed by a severe pain.

Such a biting pain is simply unbearable.

The book in his hand fell to the ground.

Bo Jiu immediately pressed Qin Mo's head, and his eyes were filled with panic.

"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang!"

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, with thin sweat still spreading on his forehead: "I'm fine."

Bo Jiu was still worried. She never felt clumsy. She felt that she couldn't do anything well: "Is the temperature rising again?"

I stretched my back of my hand and it was indeed a little bit.

Qin Mo pressed the other party's hand and his head no longer hurts so much, but one thing is certain that he needs to do a brain examination.

Because Qin Mo knew very well that such a headache had nothing to do with his cold.

The same was true last time, and it suddenly started to hurt.

Maybe not suddenly.
Chapter completed!