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One thousand and eleventh, look at the photos of nine hours, Ann(1/2)

He Honghua's cheerful voice came from outside the door: "Jiu, go downstairs soon, the meal is ready."

After adjusting his breath, Bo Jiu spoke with a smile: "Okay, let's go down."

He Honghua was still making soup, but when she got it, she went downstairs.

Bo Jiu's skills have always been neat, and after that, his legs were a little less focused, but this did not affect her getting up.

But as soon as she stood up, the thing belonging to another person spread down her white long legs, she couldn't help but pause.

Qin Mo also saw it. His slender figure, originally tied with a shirt, half bent down, pulled two pieces of paper from the paper next to him, and pinched his fingers.

After wiping it twice, he simply picked up Bo Jiu and hugged him: "Go down after taking a shower."

This time, Bo Jiu did not refuse.

The shower time won't take long.

Qin Mo rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, washed the person all over, and then took a towel to wrap the person. The breath came over: "Is it cold?"

Bo Jiu shook his head, and water was dripping from his silver hair. The great god's action of showering people was really not gentle. He probably threw her under the shower and took her back.

At that moment, Bo Jiu remembered the scene where the great god threw the princess into the bathtub, which was basically the same.

The medicine still needs to be taken.

Bo Jiu took advantage of the great god tying her buttons with one hand and helped her to apply medicine and wrap gauze.

However, this does prove that the great god's hands cannot touch the water.

Just now, the great gods were dipping water with one hand.

I can't wear shirts and trousers before.

Bo Jiu changed into home clothes, his hair was wiped half dry, and his soft hair was fluffy, making him look younger.

Qin Mo glanced at her and had another illusion.

It seems that he often saw her like this before, sitting on the bed furry and just sucked it out of the water. He was very unbearable, just a smaller version of her.

Qin Mo once again told himself that someone is not a princess and cannot raise her by raising a pet.

Although he also wanted to stuff someone into his pocket, so that he could take him with him wherever he went.

However, this is not realistic.

The two walked downstairs one after another.

After all, it was still speed, and it took less than half an hour.

But the dishes had already been on the table, eight home-cooked dishes and one soup looked very delicious.

Probably every parent will take out the photo album of their children when they are visiting outsiders.

He Honghua is no exception.

Nine needed to cover up their gender before the age of two, and did not leave many photos.

It has gradually increased since I was two years old.

He Honghua pointed to one of the photos and said, "This is a photo before she was sent to kindergarten. She cried so miserably."

"Cute!" Queen An undoubtedly likes children, especially those who have been so cute since childhood, which makes people even more love them, as if they have forgotten the dishes on the table.

It was He Honghua who noticed the two people had come down and smiled and said, "Sit down and have dinner quickly? Why is the hair still wet?"

This sentence asked Bo Jiu, and Bo Jiu answered naturally: "I took a shower."

He Honghua undoubtedly has him.

But Queen An raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the two people, the point was to look at her son, which was really messy.

Qin Mo was very calm and could not tell from his side.

Bo Jiu even had a smile on his lips, full of evil spirits.

It's really hard to tell who took advantage of whom.

Could it be that her son is the one below?

The more you watch An Yingxiong is, the more likely it is. She shook her head and handed over the album: "Look at the ninth little girl, are you very cute?"

She did this to remind her son to seek the initiative.

Qin Mo really wanted to see what that guy looked like when he was young.

His fingers passed through the photo and looked at the child in the album.

Strangely, I just thought about so many things about someone’s appearance when he was a child, but after seeing these photos, I didn’t feel much.

Qin Mo's brow frowned slightly, and his side face was still as elegant as ever.

The two parents naturally talked about the interesting stories of these two people when they were young at the dinner table.

Bo Jiu didn't feel any surprise when he ate and listened. After all, she knew better than anyone else what her dog-type pet looked like when she was a child.

Basically, he is a spotless doll. When he sees no one, he often makes people of the same age think why that child is so much cleaner than himself.

"It's my fault. At that time, he always made his brightly colored clothes. When he was very young, he was often regarded as a little girl." This was from An Yingxiong.

Bo Jiu empathized with this very much. At that time, when she first met the great god, she thought the other party was a doll.

I never thought about gender men.

Queen An looked at the boy with a smile: "Have you encountered anything interesting when I was a child?"

Bo Jiu glanced at the great god sitting next to her and was frowning and eating, and couldn't help but laugh: "I am different from the great god. No one has ever thought I was a girl since I was a child."

Hearing this, Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks and looked at her casually, as if he was saying, "Do you need to deal with it?"

Bo Jiu's smile became stronger. After touching the man's gaze, the conversation changed: "But my best friend when I was a child had a girl who looked very much like a girl. When I first met him, I thought he was a doll. At that time, I had no idea about suits. I knew that his hair was covered with small chunks. It should be a girl, white and beautiful, very cold. I could not help but want to play with him and even take a shower with him. Every time I was disliked by him. Once I climbed over the wall and flew into his bathroom, I realized that he was a boy. No wonder at that time, when I always frowned when I pounced on him."

"I used to like Mo'erza, but later he made a fuss to cut his hair short and couldn't even get rid of it." Speaking of this, Queen An paused: "Jiu, don't look at Mo'er's way like this now, he was also very cute when he was a child."

"I believe." Bo Jiu also thought her dog-type pet was very cute and cold.

Queen An was very happy to chat: "It sounds like you have a good relationship with your little partner. Do you still have any contact now?"

"It's true." Bo Jiu took a bite of the dish.

When Queen An heard this, she glanced at her son: "That means she is a childhood sweetheart."

"Yeah." The boy did not deny it, and even agreed to it was a little refreshing.

After hearing the word "hmm", Qin Mo put down his hand that he had originally raised.

He doesn't like the adjective of childhood sweethearts very much, because it means that part of someone's life he has never participated in.

What's more, they are still in touch now.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo clenched his hands and his chest tightened.

Still still in touch now?

Who will it be?

There are only a few people around this guy.

For some reason, the first name that came out of Qin Mo's mind was Hiroshino.

He doesn't like this speculation.

But all the things before him were placed in front of him.

Including this person, he had never seen her look at anyone with that.

With undetected nostalgia.

What is the best place for a person and how important the other person occupies, which makes people nostalgic.

Qin Mo's eyes gradually dimmed, and when he raised his hand, his breath became much colder.

It felt like a basin of water was poured on my whole body.

Even my breathing was a little cold.

That's why I always want to escape, right?

Qin Mo's chest tightened, and the lines along with his chin became a little stiff.

Bo Jiu sat next to Qin Mo. When he turned his eyes, he saw Qin Mo like this.

Is this a bad mood again?

Why?

Could it be because of what I said in the room before?

Such a time is indeed not suitable for response.

But even if she can respond, how can she respond?

Once the great god knows that she is.

I definitely think she deceived him.
To be continued...
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