The national school idol is a girl

The plan was revealed, and Bo Jiu felt quite regretful.

I changed my arms and the effect was still the same.

Probably seeing her discomfort.

Qin Mo said casually: "Can't you sleep?"

"Yeah." The voice was a bit muffled, probably because he wanted to cough.

Seeing this, Qin Mo walked over and poured another glass of water.

But this time besides water, he also picked out a book from the bookshelf.

That book was what he usually read.

Bo Jiu knew that page. The little princess was reading it yesterday.

"Come over a little bit." Qin Mo stood beside the bed, his expression not changing much.

But after hearing these four words, Bo Jiu suddenly became lively and moved his small body to the left, leaving more than just a little space.

After completing this action, she earnestly promised: "Momo, don't worry, even if we sleep together, I won't do anything to you like yesterday. Don't be afraid."

Qin Mo's hand tightened as he lifted the thin quilt, raised his eyes, and gave her two words: "Shut up."

Bo Jiu was very happy and didn't care at all about the little princess's resistance. She knew he was shy.

If Qin Mo knew that this little tiger attributed everything to his shyness, the veins on Qin Mo's forehead would probably break again.

However, fortunately, Bo Jiu is still well-behaved sometimes.

And he was lying on the bed with such big eyes and an angelic face, looking at people with a look of anger.

Qin Mo leaned half against the head of the bed and spread out the book "One Thousand and One Nights" in his hand. A cool male voice with a pleasant pronunciation sounded, and there was still a little bit of milkiness: "It is said that in ancient times, on an island In ancient times, there was a Sassan Kingdom with a king named Shannuya. King Shannuya wanted to marry a woman every day and stay in the palace for the night. But every next day when the rooster sang, he would brutally kill the woman. …”

Children all like to hear stories told.

For Bo Jiu, the things her father did were treated as stories.

But Mr. Bo is so busy that he doesn't really have much time to tell the story.

Correctly speaking.

This is the first time someone has read her a bedtime story specifically.

Bo Jiuyi was in a daze at first, but soon, as she listened, her coughing stopped, and all her attention was focused on the profile of the little princess and the fascinating story.

Time just flowed by with the moonlight bit by bit.

The two villains are different from others, probably because they are so similar.

No one in Qin Mo would tell him a bedtime story.

He looks like a little prince.

But he is a lonely little prince.

Every night I read and sleep alone.

Although there is still no one to tell him a bedtime story.

But the little heater lying next to him, tilting her head and listening to him reading, actually made him feel that there was nothing wrong with letting her come over occasionally.

The sound of reading continues.

I just read the third volume of "One Thousand and One Stories."

People came on the first floor.

That person was none other than Mr. Bo, who was wearing a black trench coat with a bouquet of roses pinned to it.

Originally, he was here to take his little Master Jiu back.

When Mr. An motioned for him to listen to the noise upstairs.

Mr. Bo smiled, bringing out a bit of evil: "My little Master Jiu is quite fast. He can stay overnight so soon. It seems that he will be able to buy your grandson home soon."