Chapter 766
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It was impossible for Bo Jiu not to notice him fiddling with his phone.
After all, she was more familiar with the sound of any electronic device than anyone else.
But she felt that she had to leave some dignity for her sick pet.
It was better to act as though she didn't know anything.
Besides, the only thing the Almighty was avoiding her to talk about was the crime squad.
Bo Jiu had her own ways of investigating people.
For the time being, she didn't need to use any tricks to get information from the Almighty.
Hence, after the notification disappeared, Bo Jiu casually picked up a book.
Actually, the Almighty's bookshelf was filled with criminal psychology books and financial books. It wasn't easy to find anything else.
Qin Mo placed his phone down, glancing at the book in the youngster's hands. "You like this?"
"It's alright." Bo Jiu didn't know the content.
She just didn't want a certain someone to keep sending messages.
That would make her hands itchy.
Qin Mo chuckled. "Pass me the book."
Bo Jiu was obedient at this moment.
She sat down and handed the book over, wondering if she should take one out for a look.
Or play Hero on her phone.
Unexpectedly, she didn't manage to do either.
Just then, she heard the flipping of pages.
Then came the low voice beside her ears.
Qin Mo's natural low voice was especially alluring today, carrying a unique quality. "I still like you, walking eight thousand miles with the wind, never asking when you will return …"
When these words rang out.
Bo Jiu glanced up instinctively.
That was when she realized that the Almighty was reading the book in front of him.
His voice was so pleasant to the ears.
Bo Jiu didn't interrupt, her eyes turning towards the flipped piece of paper.
The low voice beside her ears was still there.
"I still like you, like an old city gate waiting for an old friend, standing alone …"
Her hands were indeed itchy.
She watched as the person leaned against him, reading the poem.
Bo Jiu didn't know how many times she had told herself.
Kidnapping this person would definitely be troublesome.
But she still wanted to kidnap him.
Bo Jiu lowered her head as she thought about her plan.
She didn't notice the warmth in Qin Mo's deep eyes when she lowered her head.
When a certain someone stayed by his side obediently and read with him, she was indeed likable.
This fellow was still the same as before, liking to stay by his side and listen to his stories.
Wait a minute …
Why did he say it was the same as before?
Qin Mo's thick brows furrowed, followed by an intense pain.
The bone-piercing pain was simply unbearable.
The book in his hand fell to the ground.
The first thing Bo Jiu did was press down on his head, panic written all over her eyes.
"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang!"
Qin Mo reached out and held onto the youngster's wrist, his forehead covered in sweat. "I'm fine."
Bo Jiu was still worried. She had never felt that she was clumsy but at this moment, she felt that she couldn't do anything right. "Is the temperature rising again?"
He touched it with the back of his hand and found that there was indeed a little.
Qin Mo pressed down on her hand. His head wasn't hurting as much anymore, but there was one thing he was sure of. He needed to do a brain checkup.
Qin Mo knew that this headache had nothing to do with his flu.
It was the same last time. It suddenly hurt.
Perhaps not all of a sudden.
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