Chapter 689

During the competition, Bo Jiu could still hold on.

Now it's over.

It really hurts badly.

After leaving the venue, she asked Feng Yi for a cigarette.

Just took a sip, and was robbed.

It is a great god.

His deep eyes flicked over the young man's hand, but his eyes were cold: "Choose one to hold you or carry you."

Bo Jiu leaned back and smiled lightly: "Brother Mo, I'm not that weak."

Qin Mo didn't want to waste time on this topic, so he bent down and hugged him horizontally.

at this time.

Some fans at the venue have not left yet.

Suddenly there was a scream.

After Bo Jiu paused, the only thing she thought of was that hugging would be better than back, at least that part doesn't need to be attached to the back of the Great God.

What a fart!

Feng Yi wanted to rub his head again, he could predict that the number of calls he answered would increase tenfold in the future!

how to explain?

Let's just say that Spade is not feeling well.

Yes, that's it!

"Master."

Rao was Adjutant Zhang who came back from the United States with Qin Mo. When he saw his young master coming out with a boy in his arms, that soldier's face froze for a moment.

Not to mention Lin Chentao who left at the same time.

After enduring it for a long time, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Lin Chentao directly said "Ah" in the Alliance WeChat group!

"Why, Wuli Taotao, what stimulated you?" It was classmate San Pang who spoke: "Didn't you win the game?"

Lin Chentao: "It's better not to win, that pervert Qin Mo..."

"Qin Mo is back? My nemesis is back, why are you talking about such a big thing now!"

Lin Chentao: "Didn't you watch the live broadcast?"

"Didn't watch it." The most handsome man in the world asked back: "When will I tell you that I watched the live broadcast?"

Lin Chentao: "Then you say I won."

"I'll just comfort you. Damn, no, you really won? What about the Dimension? I still have to fight my deadly enemy!"

It's not just that the most handsome man in the world is fat.

Others who had just finished the competition also raised question marks.

Lin Chentao: "This group has nothing to play with! I said I won, and you all responded like that!"

"The main reason is that Little Spades shouldn't let you win..."

Lin Chentao looked at that sentence and decided to tell the truth: "He is not feeling well."

"I'm not feeling well? What's wrong?"

Lin Chentao recalled: "There is a red mark on his wrist, but he feels so uncomfortable because of stomach pain..."

In fact, Bo Jiu was not because of stomach pain, but because of her aunt.

It's just that the master still knew that he gave Adjutant Zhang three words as soon as he got in the car: "Go to the hospital."

How can this disease go to the hospital.

Bo Jiu snapped her fingers: "Brother Mo, this is an old problem of mine, I'll be fine when I go home and have a rest and drink some hot water."

"What kind of stomach problem can be cured by drinking some hot water?" Qin Mo turned his head and looked at the young man sitting on his left.

Bo Jiu leaned against her lower abdomen, her lips pursed into a straight line: "I just don't want to go to the hospital. I'm in a bad mood after losing the game, and I know my body very well. I want to sleep now."

This is indeed a reason.

At least for teenagers in the rebellious period of youth.

Qin Mo glanced at the blood-red scar again, raised his eyebrows, then stretched out his hand, pressed the boy's head down, and pressed it on his shoulder, and stretched out his other hand, covering the boy's head. The lower abdomen, two very light words: "Go to sleep."