When I saw this scene.

Qin Mo's throat festival moved, and the pulling at a certain part of his heart reminded him of the time when it was, but he reached out his hand but could no longer catch anything.

The headache is like it is about to burst.

There is a voice telling myself.

The most important person he is gone.

Deep in memory.

A small figure lay on his body, put his hands on his forehead, and asked him tirelessly: "Momo, do you want to drink water? I can't cook, but I can pour water. You tell me how much you want to admit that you are mine. I am very rich and can give it to you."

"Shut up." He ignored anyone who could treat him, but he couldn't ignore the person who always liked to play the keyboard in front of him. His ears were red, and he was afraid that his illness would spread to her. However, it felt so good to be held by someone, and he didn't want this person to leave.

He simply reached out and grabbed the man.

Just beside him, this guy who has made his world soar from the beginning is enough as long as he is still by his side.

But I don't know why.

The guy disappeared and never came back.

Qin Mo bit his teeth and always felt that he had some hallucinations. After throwing away some things, his deep and dark eyes returned to the bright light again.

Maybe it hurts too much, so I can only divert my attention in this way.

The blood and energy of his mouth made him concentrate his eyes.

Then he walked towards Bo Jiu, half bent down, bent one knee on the floor, and then used both hands to lift the boy horizontally.

This is what the magician and the others saw after they arrived.

This group of people know Qin Mo the best.

The boss they knew had never been so gentle.

No, maybe it's not just tenderness.

The kind of person who was afraid of breaking his arms would turn his head carefully and drop the kiss on the other person's head.

He never kneels down, and is full of pride.

At this time, it was the most unprepared posture.

The people on the boat also saw the kiss.

No one speaks, and the feeling of mixed feelings surges in everyone's heart.

Qin Mo stood up with Bo Jiu in his arms, turned around, and bent his waist slightly: "Thank you."

Thank you two words.

Thank you for what.

Everyone present understands it.

Thank you for bringing her up.

Thank you for helping with first aid.

Thank you for putting on her mask.

The girl standing next to her reached out to cover her lips and whimpered, "We should thank her."

This sentence.

The boy couldn't hear it.

But his fingers seemed to have sensed it, and moved a little, tightly grasping the corner of Qin Mo's clothes.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and looked at the bleeding right hand, his voice hoarseness: "I'm sorry, I'm late, be good, I'll take you home now."

The other people felt extremely uncomfortable when they heard this sentence.

Because everyone knows it.

In order to get here as soon as possible, the young master was going to get rid of his hand.

Fortunately, this boy is so lucky...

Fire filled the sky.

Rescue continues.

More than twenty people, each of them were taken to the shore.

The little boy looked at the back that was holding the man and wanted to leave, and ran over and called Qin Mo: "Big brother, this is for the little brother. When he wakes up, he screams that it hurts. You can give him this food!"
Chapter completed!