Chapter 180

The pain in the lower abdomen was always there, but no one could notice Fu Jiu's change no matter who he looked at.

As Qin Mo said, people like Fu Jiu are the most difficult to understand.

At breakfast, there was a large fruit plate on the table, most of which were pears.

Chen Xiaodong came over and told her secretly: "These are all sent by Qin Shao's people directly from the hotel, saying that the young master got angry, so eat more of this." He swears that he really didn't think too much! However, what happened last night, the young master got angry?

Fu Jiu raised her eyebrows and looked at the fruit bowl in front of her.

The properties of pears are cooling.

Every woman knows that eating this kind of fruit is the most inappropriate thing during the aunt's period.

When Fu Jiu came here, she didn't even dare to drink cold water, let alone eat pears.

But this time, Fu Jiu chuckled and squeezed a piece and put it in her mouth: "Yes, it's delicious, thank you Brother Mo."

Qin Mo took his eyes away from the boy's face, and then asked someone to serve a cup of soup. The curative effect of the soup is the same.

There was lily in the soup, Fu Jiu really didn't want to drink it, but with the cleverness of the Great God, it might not be that she didn't react immediately, and then she wouldn't react.

So when they were doing a full set, Fu Jiu raised her head and drank all the cold soup.

Qin Mo stared at the young man and finished drinking. He didn't notice Fu Jiu's hesitation and raised his eyebrows, "Don't like Lily?"

"I don't usually eat it." Fu Jiu pouted, "I'm a picky eater."

Qin Mo nodded, his voice very light: "Youth rebellious period."

Fu Jiu: ...what does this have to do with the rebellious youth period?

After eating Sydney and drinking lily cold soup, the effect was that her eyes were much brighter and she was no longer afraid of smog, but Fu Jiu, whose stomach was aching, didn't want to move at all.

This is also the most incapable of being noticed by the Great God. In addition, there is a physics class this morning. If the teacher cannot call the name, it is likely to affect the results of this monthly test.

After breakfast, Fu Jiu stood up, put one hand in the pocket of her school uniform, and seemed to have the same smile.

Qin Mo sent her to the school, and before leaving, he instructed the driver: "Come back at noon to deliver a fruit plate and cold soup to the ninth young master."

"Yes." The driver nodded.

Fu Jiu listened beside her. She had already decided to give away the lunch that the Great God gave her. She absolutely couldn't touch those two things again.

Before her lips turned pale, Fu Jiu pushed open the car door and walked out, waving at Qin Mo, and waited until the car behind her disappeared completely.

Fu Jiu just stretched out her hand to cover her stomach, her silver hair hanging down, blocking her beautiful eyes.

Because the movement was made through the school uniform jacket, many people thought that the boy was suffering from a stomachache.

It's just that the boy's back is still very handsome, and the appearance of carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder still makes many girls want to come up and talk to Jiudian.

Yes, obviously.

Today's Fu Jiu was not in a good mood. After entering the classroom, she buttoned her school uniform hat and lay on the back of the desk, revealing only the profile of her face that was too fair.

Several girls looked behind them.

"Is Jiudian ill?"

"Seems to be……"

With that kind of vague worry, the five or six boys who had long disliked Fu Jiu looked at each other, and there was a hidden poison in their eyes...