Fu Jiu pulled open the sweater that covered his vision, but didn't say much.

After all, changing back to men's clothing is safer than women's clothing.

Don't worry too much if you have bandages on your chest.

If you just want to sleep with the great god again, you must think about adding an extra layer of protection.

So Fu Jiu did not take off his vest inside.

But for her, the great god's clothes were a little too big.

Especially for sweaters, the sleeves must be rolled up three layers.

Qin Mo turned around with the wine glass, looking at the boy's appearance, and was still slid his pants. His face looked a little depressed under his short silver hair, as if a child had stolen his adult's clothes. He leaned leisurely against the side.

Fu Jiu raised his eyes and saw that the great god had no intention of helping, so he slid his thin lips: "This dress is too big and not suitable for me."

"Now I know I'm short?" Qin Mo took a sip of wine and his voice slowly: "Ceil Academic Master."

Fu Jiu slipped down and almost fell down. Can the great god change the evil of the poisonous tongue that was nicknamed nickname?

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at the lit-up screen of his phone: "Do you have the answer to the thing I asked you to think about?"

"That thing?" Fu Jiu pulled his long sleeves: "Which one?"

Seeing this, Qin Mo put down his wine glass, walked over, pulled the boy's arm, rolled his cuffs, and looked handsome and indifferent: "Break up."

Word by word, the tone is calm.

Only then did Fu Jiu remember that such a thing was indeed happening.

However, she couldn't agree too readily, otherwise she would reveal her flaws.

I had to lower my head and didn't say anything.

Qin Mo stopped with a smile: "What? I can't bear to leave?"

"This is my first nominal love." Fu Jiu said true: "Brother Mo, don't look at me confessing so many times, this is the only successful one."

Qin Mo used force on his hand: "You also know how many times you confessed."

Fu Jiu paused, why didn’t she open the pot and it was really not a very proud thing.

"Anyway, the first time, give me some time."

This answer should be correct.

Qin Mo stopped his eyes, and then his voice sounded loudly: "One day."

"What?" Fu Jiu raised his eyes.

Qin Mo continued to roll up the other cuff for the boy, and there was no emotion in the curve of his side face: "I only give you one day, listen, this is the limit."

Fu Jiu did not speak immediately.

But Qin Mo didn't know how many times he had experienced this feeling today.

That kind of worry about hearing rejection.

Worry?

He would have such an inexplicable mood at any time.

It's not that there is no guilt.

Use this handle to break up the teenager.

I just can't stand this guy at all and will belong to a girl.

Since it is not that important yet.

Then remove it completely.

Don't give anything a chance to sprout.

This time he has learned a lesson.

From now on, he will only be around the boy.

"Okay." Fu Jiu tried his best to make his emotions appear a little low, and his voice became hoarse: "I will try to make myself forget."

Qin Mo looked at the lowered head, fluffy and silver hair vortex.

I got the answer I wanted.

But I wasn't so happy either.

Because Qin Mo discovered that if he could, he could not want to make the boy feel so disappointed.
Chapter completed!