Qin Mo suppressed some of the thoughts in his mind, and when only the remaining warmth was left, he pulled the person into his arms.

Bo Jiu paused for a moment and was filled with the breath of the great god. He also had to contact with the fragrance of tobacco and a little bit of alcohol. When it was not heavily mixed with some vegetation and wood fragrance, the smell of indescribable smell could easily make people feel less alert.

It was just that the great master's hand that made Bo Jiu nu numb and he deliberately dodge.

But the person was pressed down, and his voice with a very light sound quality: "Don't want to wear clothes anymore?"

After the great god came in, Bo Jiu had noticed the things in his hand and reached for it.

Qin Mo moved away, his eyes deep: "Stay."

What does staying mean?

Bo Jiugang raised his eyebrows.

I saw a white strip of slender and fair fingers hooking.

That's it!

Bo Jiu's ears turned red, and he knew what the great god was going to do. He first tore open her coat, then walked around from behind, and his voice leaned against her: "Do you know this thing will not grow up?"

"What's the long..." Bo Jiu avoided the slightly cool and numb breath, and felt his chest tightening, and he closed the sound completely, and then his fingertips slid from his side.

Anyone who is fiddled with this will want to fight back.

Qin Mo slowly pressed and held Bo Jiu's raised wrist: "Do you need to remind you that you are sleeping in for nothing, just helping you put on clothes. Why? Don't you want Aunt Zhang to bring the clothes in in person and see you naked on my bed? Hum?"

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows and had not spoken yet.

He picked up the man and placed it on his lap.

She was really helping her dress, but when her fingertips streaked through some places, Bo Jiu's face was almost red and bleeding, not to mention how flustered the rhythm of her heartbeat was.

The great god seemed to like to see her like this, and the corners of his mouth were bent.

She bit her lip and looked at the man's handsome side face as sculpted.

The great god seems to be like this forever. No matter when, he will not damage his appearance. Even his body is calm and elegant. Even if he is doing this now...

Simple T-shirts and combat uniforms are worn by the master, and it takes about ten minutes to wear them.

In the end, Bo Jiu could only bear it with shame.

I can't really let Aunt Zhang come in.

In fact, Bo Jiu knew without thinking. She was the only one who could let the young master of the Qin family serve him like this.

Saying that he is not jealous is a lie to the cat. The princess holds a big pie face and deeply feels that it has lost its owner's favor.

"What do you want to deal with the bed sheet?" Qin Mo turned his head and asked the person on his legs. The chill in his eyes was much less. Unexpectedly, it felt good to dress someone. You can try it once a day in the future.

Of course, the premise is that this person is well-behaved enough.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes deepened again.

"Wash it." At this time, Bo Jiu felt that having clothes was like armor, and he could finally roll up his sleeves and fight against the great god. He reminded the great god that it was the first time she was.

But the great god is shameless and shameless here.

At this time, he stood up and looked at her, with a faint voice: "Aunt Zhang has made the ribs you like to eat. You go down to eat first, and I will wash the sheets."

As the master said, he had rolled up the cuffs of his shirt twice, revealing his beautiful white wrists, just like a walking model clothes hanger, picked up the bed sheets and walked into the bathroom.

Bo Jiu hesitated for a moment, followed, and stood at the bathroom door, watching the god's next actions, very casually.

Bo Jiu has admired such a person who can do housework since he was a child.

Not to mention a handsome guy like a great man, with good temperament and good work.

Qin Mo probably saw someone and raised his eyebrows with a good look.

In fact, it is difficult not to see it. That unique face has a strong sense of existence.

Even though the color of the hair has changed, I have become much more well-behaved.

But some people's arrogant aura can't be changed.

It's really not like a girl.

It's not his fault that he didn't recognize it.

Of course, besides this.

Another point is that this guy is very good at disguising.

And Z is...

"Aren't you hungry?" Qin Mo's hands were dyed with white foam, his black pants were straight, and he looked like he was tilted to support the sink, which looked unique.

Bo Jiu leaned lazily there in his posture, smiling handsomely: "Let's go down together after Brother Mo finished washing."

"Come here." Qin Mo directed the people.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Light a cigarette for me, and the lighter is in my pocket." Qin Mo lit his trousers with his chin.

Bo Jiu didn't even dare to take out a cigarette.

Sucked one over.

The man did not answer, but lowered his eyes and held them with his lips.

Even if Bo Jiu didn't admit it, the current great god could not move his eyes, especially when he pressed the lighter she raised with one hand, his eyelashes fell down, and there was smoke-filled asceticism.

Bo Jiu thinks such a great god is very strange and particularly lifelike.

He held a cigarette between his thin lips, his slender and beautiful hands were covered with foam, and he stood there in white clothes and black pants, standing tall and handsome, feeling like a man.

Who could imagine that the young master of the Qin family would wash the bed sheets like this.

Bo Jiu clenched his fingers tightly, and he suppressed the urge to come over and kiss him.

I blushed for a long time, turned around and then turned the second round.

Qin Mo raised his eyes and must have washed the bed sheets, with water dripping at his fingertips.

Bo Jiu only realized at this time that a man like the great god is not only a bed but also abducted value.

She needs to be more appropriate.

The accidental exposure of her ambitions.

Everyone knows Bo Jiu’s ambitions, kidnapped Qin Mo.

This ambition is probably only unknown to the great god himself.

"You just walked around me twice, what are you thinking?"

The sudden voice made Bo Jiu feel guilty, avoiding the deep eyes that could see through everything, and the corner of his mouth bent, revealing two tiger teeth: "I always feel that the action of washing the bed sheets is not very consistent with Brother Mo's personality."

"Since I grew up in a military force, I washed the bed sheets by myself." Qin Mo's tone was very plain, as if he was narrating the most common thing.

Bo Jiu only thinks that the great god's tutor is really good. Perhaps it is because of such a pure red background that he develops the great god's current appearance.

In the past, she had contacted many descendants with high and powerful people, and few of them were like great gods.

The person who should not touch the spring water does a good job of housework.

But...growing up from a small army?

The great god really forgot everything about his childhood, and he has no memory at all.

What happened at that time would make the great god become like this.
Chapter completed!