"Looking at me 24 hours a day? Are you sure?" Qin Mo, who didn't understand Bo Jiu's thoughts, smiled, his eyes were as deep as stars: "I will be very troubled at night, but this is also good, I can just practice some of the things I learned."

When he said this, his breath was behind her ears, a little hot and a little slow, as if he was intentional.

Bo Jiu's uneasiness was much relieved, and he just led the person and continued to move forward.

Anyway, he's fine.

And she was so obedient that she was holding her.

I always feel that to some extent, she has to be cheaper.

After all, when he was young, he asked her to hold her. Before, he seemed to be able to turn his head and glance at her.

Now that's good, she leads her, and he follows her.

No matter what the reason is, the feeling of happiness is the same.

Qin Mo really won't break free, maybe even he himself finds it strange.

Or it is a condonation for your beloved prey, so you tolerate yourself temporarily becoming an obedient domestic male pet.

After all, the other party calls himself a financial owner.

Thinking of this, a trace of playfulness flashed through Qin Mo's eyes.

I have never seen such a pure financial supporter.

It's sweet when tasted in your mouth.

He was indeed interested in those books.

Today I can study it well.

Bo Jiu didn't know what the people behind him were thinking, but he knew that even if he changed his appearance, the great god's temperament would not change. He took out two black masks and walked out of the rack passage, signaling the great god to bow his head.

Qin Mo glanced at the things on her hand and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I am in Jiangcheng, and it's a bit shameful."

"It's not that you are shameful, but that you are too popular and have too many fans." Bo Jiu probably knew the current temper of the great god. After saying that, he added: "I don't want others to see you, after all, you are mine."

Obviously, this sentence worked.

Because I could see the smile on the corners of the man's lips under the light.

Qin Mo did not take action, but pressed his body downward, which made the meaning very clear.

After all, in this position, there is no need to start a foot at Bo Jiujiu. She just needs to move her fingers and stroke his ears. The black mask can be unfolded, covering the handsome mixed-race face.

"How is it?" Qin Mo asked casually.

Bo Jiu also put on a mask, and through the black fabric, a smile appeared in his voice: "It's very handsome."

He is really even more arrogant than before.

It must be praised.

Even if such a great god is dangerous, what's wrong?

In fact, to some extent.

In this way, he just released everything, including some of his childhood habits.

Bo Jiu knew very well how dangerous it would be for a great god who was not even suppressed of his hostility.

He wouldn't be a mouse like Fan Jia who only knows how to play tricks in the corner, nor would he be a criminal like King Ka who creates resentment.

He will do whatever he wants, not be bound by the world, and do what he wants, just like he is on a plane.

He is more cunning than any psychological criminal, like a demon, and even if he kills people, he will be elegant.

This is why some people are afraid of his personality changes dramatically after their psychological hints.

Bo Jiu understands everything.

That's why she wanted to hold him and not let go.

Not for anyone not to be hurt.

She knew that she was the only one by him.

Maybe this person is too strong.

It was so strong that everyone thought about his danger after he lost his memory.

But no one thought about his uneasiness and speculation.

Who are you, why do you appear in this place, or who do you have to trust?

What was he thinking when facing so many speedboats and muzzles.

As soon as he thinks of this, Bo Jiu's heart will soften. When he turns his head, he clearly feels a little childish when he sees his arrogant and indifferent appearance.

How could it be so cute?

"I really want to make you smaller again."

"Huh?" Qin Mo thought he had heard it wrong at first, and then leaned over again before he was sure that someone had made a sound, although it was a little small.

Bo Jiu continued to murmur: "I can hold you in my arms and not let anyone bully you."

Bullying him?

Qin Mo raised his beautiful brow, but what caught his eye was the young man's serious and serious look. That's how he never implemented his plan.

In this world, who can bully him?

Really a fool.

But why, I just don't want to leave.

The only explanation Qin Mo found was that his interest in her had not decreased, that's all.

The two people walked out of the terminal side by side without waiting for any luggage, so they were faster than others.

But this unavoidable holding of hands still made many people look back and look back.

The two of them looked good in appearance, and wearing masks did not reduce the points, but instead added a sense of fashion.

A girl sighed: "This is really the most suitable pair I have ever seen. The airport is the airport. Can you see two handsome guys who are pleasing to the eye at once or a pair."

Qin Mo listened to the words in his ears and curled the corners of his mouth.

A pair?

I felt it was familiar for no reason, but I just forgot to hear it somewhere.

Of course, he would not waste it on these things.

Because he also had to face what she said, their two common friends.

Just outside the airport, an extended version of Rolls-Royce was parked in the center of a row of cars, which was low-key, but even so, it was enough for a group of people to stop.

After all, there are not many such cars in the country.

Which young master from this family is back?

People are speculating whether it is the famous and powerful people in Jiangcheng.

But after searching in my mind, I didn't remember who was driving this car.

And the one standing in front of the car was also very handsome.

A Chinese-English mixed-race old man who looks over 60 years old, but his figure is very tall and slender. Few people wear suits so classic, but this one did it.

He held a pocket watch in his hand and looked at it from time to time, just like the aristocratic deacon that only appeared in comics, with wisdom all over his body.

Could it be that there is a big crew who makes movies here?

Or is it because Christmas is coming, what promotional video should be shot?

After all, this is a little unrealistic.

However, the next second, the old man smiled, looked at the international exit kindly, and fell his eyes a little, and opened the rear door very gentlemanly, making a call.

Only then did people notice that two people walked out of the other side, both wearing masks, but they were very elegant, so they wanted to take a few photos.

When Bo Jiu saw this scene, his heart was filled with turmoil.

After all, she didn't expect that the butler's grandfather would drive such a car.

It's okay on Fifth Avenue.

But this is China, it is so eye-catching.
Chapter completed!