As a qualified international hacker.

At the very least, there is still a professional ethic.

For example, local materials...

Bo Jiu took out the transparent tape that had been raised from the bottom, and put it vertically on the mobile phone screen, and then stretched it.

If you unlock the lock frequently, the fine sweat on your fingertips will definitely leave traces on the phone screen.

Even if the great god loves clean people, he cannot prevent the body temperature instinct.

For ordinary people, even if they make things out, they can't tell anything.

But Bo Jiu is not an ordinary person.

Digital imprints on the screen.

She is more sensitive than anyone else.

A white towel was still on the top of the silver head.

His beautiful eyes were half-closed, and after identifying one number at a time, he pressed it down.

“5,2,0,9,9,9”

The moment the phone screen lights up.

The boy paused, his ears turned red.

This password...

I don't have time to think about anything else.

Bo Jiu glanced at the incoming call on the call record.

As a hacker young master.

Bo Jiu always has skills that ordinary hackers don’t want to train specifically.

Mental arithmetic, memory, and sensitivity to numbers.

This is something Bo Jiu learned since childhood.

If you glance at it, you can't remember it all, you can also remember it roughly.

I originally wanted to find something to come out.

But it is obvious that with the master's style of doing things, there will be no clues on your phone.

There is only one string of numbers.

Who is this?

As soon as Bo Jiu's thoughts came out, his left ear moved, and the sound of footsteps approaching.

Bo Jiu slid his fingers and returned to the main page. While he pressed the pure white towel on his head with his other hand, he sat on the bed in a careless manner.

Qin Mo walked in and glanced at the boy first.

Then he reached out, pinched Bo Jiu's chin, and said in a low voice: "Look up."

At this time, Bo Jiu was still very obedient, after all, he had just done something bad.

The little face was very careful, and she smiled at the master, the kind that she thought was very handsome.

But the great god was very ignorant and raised his eyebrows with a good-looking face: "What have you done? Want to please me like this?"

Bo Jiu:...

"It seems that I have done something." Qin Mo looked at the boy's reaction and glanced at the bedside table again: "The location of the phone is not like this when I went out. It seems that the academic masters who climbed the wall liked to flip through other people's things. If that's the case, you should know the password, 5209."

When Bo Jiu heard the password, he subconsciously coughed, feeling like he was choked.

Qin Mo continued to pinch the boy's chin and lifted it up, carelessly, pressing his handsome face close to him, and his breathing hit Bo Jiu's face: "To be honest, do you just want to listen to my confession to you to crack all the passwords in the room?"

Bo Jiu:...The master's ability to beat him up.

"I've obviously gone back." Bo Jiu underestimated, she really couldn't see where the phone was located.

"Well..." Qin Mo turned sideways, and his fair fingers compare with each other: "More than a centimeter behind."

Bo Jiu:...It's just a little distance!

"You guys like you are not able to see it." Qin Mo said that, but he didn't forget to hit someone: "After all, it's the difference in distance, and it's also related to physics to a certain extent."

Bo Jiu was completely wilted.

Qin Mo was still looking at the boy, as if he was talking about family: "How did you break the password?"

Bo Jiu was basically out of love. His eye drops dripped on his eyeballs, causing a stinging pain. He raised his hand and pointed to the crime tool that was still in the trash can.

"Don't blink." Qin Mo fixed the boy's face while not forgetting to glance over there: "Tape? A smart way, there are shallow marks on the screen of the phone, which is just right for extracting the password. This is what I cheated from Aunt Zhang? If Aunt Zhang knew that you had this kind of character, you wouldn't have any skin eggs and lean meat tomorrow."

Bo Jiu had one eye closed, and there was another one left, his cheeks were a little bulging, and he looked like a young boy: "Just set my handsome personality, but the rest were all floating clouds. I didn't lie to Aunt Zhang, I stole it."

Qin Mo was amused when he heard this: "What I stolen is very fulfilling?"

"No." Bo Jiu touched his pocket, then reached out and put a wrinkled ten dollars into Qin Mo's hand: "Buy it at the original price."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "It's only ten yuan, so buying a piece of candy is not enough."

Bo Jiu felt that she should not discuss the money values ​​of ordinary people with the great gods.

Is it good to buy several lollipops for ten yuan?

The last drop of eye drops fell into the eye socket.

The darkness was completely in front of me.

The only thing left is the man's nice voice: "Don't open your eyes, close yourself for a while, I'll go take a shower."

Bo Jiu was lying on his side. The princess originally wanted to sneak attack this kid, but after all, she was rubbed and couldn't get revenge. How could she match her majestic and domineering name?

Who knew that as soon as he walked in

He was caught by the boy and held in his arms.

Meow.

This kid is so cruel, how did the master endure him!

The princess's body is soft and soft with fur.

Plus there is potion in the eyes.

Everything that is sucked in at the tip of the nose is a familiar and pleasant smell.

Well... the taste of the god.

The great god didn't seem to care about his peeping at all.

Her dog-type pet is still so good to her.

The boy's silver hair was knocked down from his ears, covering his beautiful eyes.

Even the hand holding the princess unknowingly reduced its strength, slowly hanged down, turning into a calm breathing.

When Qin Mo walked out with his hair wiped his hair, he saw this picture.

His deep eyes sank, and then he walked over, just about to reach out to stroke the face that was sunken into the pillow.

The screen of the phone placed next to it illuminates.

Qin Mo stood up, looked at the caller ID, walked out of the room, and then pressed to connect to Jian.

"Master, I'm here."

As he said that, the special forces turned the Hummer lights into double flashes.

Qin Mo raised his eyes and said, "Don't make a sound, I'll go out."

When the special forces soldier heard this, he was puzzled. The young master of my family was so cautious?

What's more, the young master doesn't like raining, why are he still coming out?

Just as he was thinking about these things.

Qin Mo, dressed in pajamas, had already walked out, with pure white cotton home clothes paired with a black umbrella on Qin Mo's hand, and an infusion sticker remaining on the back of his hand.

The special forces were shocked by their boss's outfit. What is the young master doing?

Playing the role of a sick noble man?

Qin Mo didn't say anything anymore, opened the car door and sat in: "File."

The special forces handed over the thing: "It's sealed, no one has seen it."

Qin Mo took it over and didn't say anything. He picked up his slender fingers. There was a detailed maternal information, both of which were both names and ages, and it was obviously He Honghua from his youth.

Qin Mo's indifferent gaze swept downwards.

Sudden.

The eyes that had always been calm were shocked violently!
Chapter completed!