Aunt Zhang rarely has such a confused look on her face.

After all, she lived on the first floor at night, and she didn't hear any noise when she was near the door.

What's more, because of the young master's affairs, she was very focused all night.

How did Young Master Nine appear on the young master’s bed?

Of course, Bo Jiu understood what Aunt Zhang's eyes meant.

However, if Bo Jiu first admits his skills in overtaking the wall, there is no hope.

A handsome face smiled and landed lightly. He calmly brought the rice porridge from Aunt Zhang: "It smells so good. Brother Mo wakes up later, let him drink it."

Aunt Zhang knew very well that her young master's anger was indeed not something that ordinary people could withstand.

Of course it would be better if you have nine young masters here.

But Aunt Zhang was not at ease and whispered: "I'll ask Young Master Jiu to take his temperature for the young master in a while. I don't know if the fever yesterday has subsided, and the young master doesn't let us keep it..."

Aunt Zhang had a lot of instructions, but Bo Jiu didn't mean to lose patience. After standing next to him and listening carefully, he said: "The fever should have subsided yesterday. I changed the towel a few times. After Brother Mo woke up, I would re-use him again. He would drink more water. He would also like to watch him take a few bites of these porridge."

After hearing this, Aunt Zhang breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, little trouble."

After all, Aunt Zhang knew very well that his young master looked very polite on weekdays because his tutor was there, but in some aspects, the young master's temper was really not good.

Especially when I just woke up.

Fortunately, there are nine young masters here.

In front of the Ninth Master, the young master always reveals his most popular side.

However, when Aunt Zhang exited the room, she was still wondering how Bo Jiu came in.

I guess Aunt Zhang is too righteous and will never climb over the wall or anything else, so no matter how she thinks, she thinks that something is wrong with the door, and there is no wrong place to think about it.

After all, in Aunt Zhang's mind, Jiu Shao has always been a very polite and beautiful child who can eat and be beautiful. How could he do such a thing?

Faced with Aunt Zhang's trust, Bo Jiu's open expression changed at all.

Because for the academic masters who have climbed over the wall, climbing over the wall is really nothing.

After seeing off Aunt Zhang, Bo Jiu turned around and looked at the only bed in the bedroom.

The person on the bed had not yet woken up, and the black hair was scattered in a mess, revealing half of his face with a clear outline, and his thick eyelashes drooped, making shadows. His outstanding facial features seemed particularly harmless at this time.

Bo Jiu likes to look at the great god like this.

Whether it is a great god when he was a child or a great god when he grew up.

I originally wanted to put down the porridge and enjoy it for a while.

Unexpectedly, she just took action.

The man spoke: "Why don't you tell Aunt Zhang how you came in, a master of the wall-blocking school."

Perhaps because I just woke up, my voice was even deeper than usual.

Bo Jiu:...

Qin Mo woke up just now. At this time, he opened his eyes, glanced at the boy, and sat up. As the quilt slipped down, his slender chest and waistline were exposed, which almost made people want to touch it after seeing it.

Bo Jiu originally wanted to avoid suspicion, but he couldn't always eat the great god's tofu casually, even if it was in sight.

But when she misses a gentleman.
Chapter completed!