It's impossible to say that Bo Jiu didn't notice that Qin Mo was playing with the phone.
After all, for Bo Jiu, she is more familiar with the sound of any electronic equipment than others.
It's just that she feels that at this time, it is necessary to save some face for the sick canine pet.
It's better if you don't know anything.
In addition, so far, Bo Jiu can think of something that the master deliberately avoids talking about herself, and it should be a matter of the serious crime team.
In terms of checking people, Bo Jiu also has her own channels.
For the time being, there is no need to use any tricks to get news from the Great God.
So after the sound of sending messages disappeared, Bo Jiu took a book casually.
In fact, on the bookshelf of the Great God, apart from Yishui's Psychocriminology, there are some books on finance. It is not so easy to find another one.
Qin Mo put down his phone and glanced at the book in the boy's hand: "Do you like this?"
"It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't know what was inside.
Just don't want someone texting all the time.
That would make her hands itch.
Qin Mo smiled: "Give me the book."
Bo Jiu is still very obedient at this time.
Sit over and hand over the book again, still thinking about whether she should also take out one to read.
Or play "Heroes" on your mobile phone.
I just didn't expect that neither of the two items were implemented.
I heard the sound of flipping the book.
It was followed by muffled ears.
Qin Mo's natural bass is particularly mellow and attractive today, with a unique texture: "I still like you, I want to travel eight thousand miles, regardless of the return date..."
When this sentence sounded.
Bo Jiu raised her eyes subconsciously.
Only then did he realize that the Great God was reading the book in front of him.
Because the voice is so nice.
Bo Jiu didn't interrupt, and looked at the opened paper.
The muffled ears are still there.
"I still like you, like an old city gate waiting for an old friend for many years, standing alone..."
It's really itchy.
Watching the man reading poems half-closed by his side.
Bo Jiu didn't know how many times she told herself.
Tying this guy up is definitely a hassle.
But still want to tie.
He lowered his head and thought about his classmate Bo Jiu in a depressed mood.
She didn't see the warmth that surged out of Qin Mo's deep eyes when she lowered her head.
When someone obediently stays by my side and reads with him, it is indeed very lovable.
This guy is still the same as before, he likes to nest next to him and listen to his stories.
Wait a moment……
Why is it the same as before.
Qin Mo's thick eyebrows furrowed heavily, followed by a burst of severe pain.
Such piercing pain was unbearable at all.
The book in his hand fell to the ground.
Bo Jiu pressed Qin Mo's head for the first time, his eyes were rarely filled with panic.
"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang!"
Qin Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man's wrist, with sweat still dripping from his forehead: "I'm fine."
Bo Jiu was still worried, she never thought she was clumsy, now she felt that she couldn't do anything well: "Did the temperature rise again?"
I poked the back of my hand, and sure enough there was a little bit.
Qin Mo pressed the opponent's hand, and the pain in his head was gone, but one thing is for sure, he needs to go for a brain examination.
Because Qin Mo knew very well that this headache had nothing to do with his cold.
It was the same last time, and suddenly it hurt.
Maybe not all of a sudden.
Qin Mo glanced at the young man, his eyes were deep in thought...