The plan was exposed, and Bo Jiu was quite regretful.
After changing something, the effect is still the same.
Maybe she saw her discomfort.
Qin Mo said carelessly: "Can't you sleep?"
"Yeah." This sound is a bit dull, probably because I want to cough.
Seeing this, Qin Mo walked over and poured another glass of water.
But this time, in addition to water, he also picked a book from the bookshelf.
He usually read that book.
Bo Jiu knew that page, and the little princess was reading yesterday.
"Go a little past." Qin Mo stood beside the bed, his expression did not change much.
But when Bo Jiu heard these four words, he suddenly became lively and moved his small body to the left, and the empty space was not just a little bit.
After doing this action, she also earnestly promised: "Momo, don't worry, even if I sleep together, I will not be against you like yesterday. Don't be afraid."
Qin Mo lifted the little thin quilt and tightened his hand, raised his eyes, and gave her two words: "Shut up."
Bo Jiu was very happy and didn't care about the little princess's resistance at all. He was shy, and she understood it.
If Qin Mo knew that the little tiger attributed all the reasons to his shyness, it would probably be that the blue veins on Qin Mo's forehead would break again.
Fortunately, sometimes Bo Jiu is still well-behaved.
And he just had a big eyes and lay on the bed with an angel-like little face, looking at people in a tiger's angel-like manner.
Qin Mo half leaned against the head of the bed and spread out the book "One Thousand and One Nights" in his hand. The cool and cool man with a good pronunciation sounded and there was a little bit of milk: "It is said that in ancient times, on an island between ancient India and China, there was a Sasan Kingdom. The king was named Sannuya. King Sannuya had to marry a woman every day and spend the night in the palace, but every time the rooster sang, he cruelly killed the woman..."
Children like to listen to people tell stories.
For Bo Jiu, she listened to all the things her father did as stories.
But Mr. Bo is so busy that he doesn't actually have much time to tell a story.
To be correct.
This is the first time someone has read a bedtime story to her.
Bo Jiu was stunned at first, but soon, as she listened, she coughed less, and all her attention was on the little princess' side face and the fascinating story.
Time just passed by with the moonlight bit by bit.
The two villains are different from others, probably because they are too similar.
No one in Qin Mo would tell him bedtime stories.
He is like a little prince.
But he is a lonely little prince.
Every night, I read books and sleep alone.
Although no one tells him bedtime stories now.
But the small stove lying beside him, tilting his head and listening to him reading, made him feel that it was nothing wrong to let her come here occasionally.
The sound of reading continues.
"One Thousand and One Story" just read the third one.
Someone came on the first floor.
The man was no one else, but Mr. Bo, wearing a black windbreaker with a bouquet of roses on it.
Originally, he came to take his Xiaojiu Master back.
When Mr. An signaled him to listen to the sound of the upstairs.
Chapter completed!