Chapter 1718 He Is My Boyfriend

It is very simple to hint at someone.

As long as you know what the other person is thinking, it is easy to accomplish.

However, Qin Mo did not want to take the bottle of water.

Compared with his prey, these people looked too dirty.

Is his appetite spoiled?

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and was about to withdraw his hand when another person appeared on his shoulder.

The boy's pleasant breath came over, with a smile, and his voice hit his left ear: "Sorry, my boyfriend is not used to drinking other people's things."

Qin Mo didn't need to look back to know who was talking.

Except for the prey he was interested in.

Except for his current sponsor.

No one would say such a thing.

Qin Mo turned his head and saw that good-looking profile, curling his lips in his direction.

It seemed to mean that you messed up.

Is this jealous?

Qin Mo felt strange, stretched out his hand to pinch the person's chin, and kissed him.

Someone just drank water, and his mouth was full of sweetness.

"Did you eat candy?" Qin Mo asked casually, without any intention of pushing the boy off him. Instead, he smiled evilly: "My sponsor is really naughty."

Bo Jiu was caught off guard by the kiss, and the two girls opposite could obviously hear the title of God, so she was too lazy to move. When declaring sovereignty, she had to be more direct.

The girl who approached her thought she was good-looking, so she made a bold move.

I didn't expect it to be so embarrassing.

When she first heard the two people talking, she thought they were really brothers and sisters, and she didn't think about anything else.

Now it seems that two men are traveling, what else can they be but that kind of relationship.

The girl blushed and took the mineral water back.

Bo Jiu smiled at her with a curled lip.

In an instant, the girl's face turned red again. She always felt that compared to the unapproachable man, the boy looked more caring.

Qin Mo also noticed the movement here, his eyes deepened, and when he looked at the girl again, the color of his eyes changed obviously, as dark as the night, endless.

The girl shuddered, and felt that this man was going to kill her.

He was smiling, but why did he make people feel this way?

Qin Mo didn't look at anyone, but hugged the boy and let him sit between his legs.

They were waiting for the flight, but they didn't sit like this.

It wasn't sitting directly in his arms.

Qin Mo sat on the chair, and Bo Jiu was like a large doll, superimposed on him, sitting in the same posture, but the focus was on the front half.

It was also because the legs of the great god were too long, and ordinary people could sit like this.

The eyes of the people around him widened.

This was in a foreign country, and they could be so open, but they couldn't be like this in China.

Bo Jiu also felt that they attracted too many eyes.

But the Great God didn't change his position at all. Instead, he put his hands around her waist from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and his eyelashes were very long, like a fan: "I'm tired."

These three words successfully stopped Bo Jiu from moving. She turned sideways and touched the Great God's head with one hand. The black hair slid through her fingertips. She really looked like a little princess when she was a child.

Bo Jiu smiled, her heart was soft and messy, and she coaxed: "We will get on the plane soon, bear with it for a while, okay?"

"Okay." Qin Mo's hand did not loosen, and most of his handsome face was buried in her shoulder, leaving only the mixed-blood side profile that made people want to look back, after all, it was really amazing.

The girl standing next to her had never seen such a person before.

When looking at her, the hostility would scare anyone who saw it.

But the next second, when he faced the boy, the disguised gentleness could almost melt everything.

But the boy coaxed the man with devilish eyes like coaxing a child.

The girl felt her heart beating fast, and dared not say anything more, so she could only pull her friend away quickly.

The other bystanders, however, were curious.

After all, it was quite rare for a grown man to be coaxed.

Qin Mo didn't care about this at all, as long as his prey was still under his control.

However, he found that he didn't have complete control.

He didn't know what it would be like when he arrived at a place familiar to the other party, including the phone call she made before.

Their common friend?

Qin Mo raised his eyes, and his eyes were brewing with deep meaning.

Soon, the plane began to arrange check-in.

It was a tour group, and not many people would check.

There was no emergency on the plane.

There was just one thing that no one noticed, a look hidden in the crowd, full of gloom and unwillingness.

It was Fan Jia.

After she escaped, she thought of too many ways to get a new identity.

Finally, she got everything done, and went to find the person again, but there was no news at all.

When she saw the video on the Internet, she suddenly remembered that the place where the person would go back was definitely Jiangcheng.

Because in his subconscious, he wants to go back to the place he is familiar with and crush all those he thinks deserve to die.

This is the real Qin Mo.

Fan Jia looked at the backs of the two people and smiled slowly.

Psychological suggestion will not go wrong.

Now that person stays with the boy, I am afraid there is not much sincerity.

The biggest possibility is that he regards the other party as prey.

The teacher once said.

As psychologists, they are the best at disguising, especially when they have a purpose.

Now, she only needs to return to Jiangcheng, find a way to contact Qin Mo, and then give a little guidance.

He will truly belong to her.

Because memory will also change with psychology.

Fan Jia did not think that there was anything wrong with replacing a position that did not belong to her. She turned her body to one side and hid again.

Now her image is everywhere.

Fan Jia did not dare to show her face to anyone, and deliberately scarred her face so that she could buy a late-night flight.

At this time, the plane had been flying for more than two hours.

Bo Jiu and Qin Mo were sitting side by side.

The entire first-class cabin was booked.

First, they did not want people to spy on them.

Second, before getting on the plane, Qin Mo said he was tired.

As a domineering president, if he did not show his financial strength at this time, when would he show it.

In addition, Bo Jiu's money would grow mold if he did not spend it.

He decisively became a local tyrant.

As a result, the man who said he was tired did not sleep. He crossed his long legs and read a newspaper. He was full of abstinence, but at this time, the smell of darkness was mixed in.

On the contrary, Bo Jiu tilted his head to one side, and his hair fell down, revealing the true color inside.

Silver gray?

It seems that his sponsor is still hiding something from him.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and moved his right hand slightly, letting her lean on him. After all, he liked her body temperature, which was warm but not hot.

The stewardess who came over with the dining cart saw this scene as soon as she came over.

After lowering her voice, she asked gently: "Sir, do you want to drink something?"

"No, give me a blanket, thank you." When Qin Mo said this, there was no warmth in his eyes, probably because the boy frowned.

The stewardess responded with a "good" and when she turned around, she saw him patting the person in his arms with one hand. The voice was low and slow, and the tone was very pleasant, as if it was easy to hypnotize.

The stewardess listened, was distracted, and shook her head.

She almost forgot what she was going to do.

Qin Mo looked at Bo Jiu, stretched out his hand to pinch her face, and lowered his body: "You'd better not look at others, my little prey of the sponsor."

Bo Jiu's sleep was not shallow, probably because the clothes in her hands and the breath flowing between her nose were too familiar, making her feel comfortable.

When she was about to land, she woke up, and her sight was his left hand, with distinct joints, playing with playing cards, and his other hand was on her head, rubbing her hair.

After seeing her open her eyes, he smiled and kissed her forehead, but there was a kind of unspeakable danger.

"Is this Jiangcheng?"

Bo Jiu followed his line of sight, took his hand, put it in her own hand, played with it for a few times before saying: "Well, this is Jiangcheng, don't you like it?"

"No, I don't like it." Qin Mo's eyes faded a little because of the temperature of his fingers: "It's just that I can't remember how I lived here before."

Bo Jiu heard this and suddenly smiled: "You are very famous here, many people like you, and you have a group of brothers who are devoted to you, but you still like me the most."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows. To some extent, the prey he had set his eyes on seemed to be very thick-skinned.

"Oh? What else?"

What else? Bo Jiu thought for a while and said: "You have a crush on me but are embarrassed to say it, so you gave me a lot of books and let me understand it myself."

"What are the books I gave you?" Qin Mo asked casually.

Bo Jiu sat up straight and handsomely: "What about the domineering president falling in love with me, where can the sweetheart escape, and some book titles I don't remember."

After listening, Qin Mo tapped the corner of her mouth with his fingers.

"What?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Qin Mo leaned over and kissed her lips, very lightly, and his breath came: "Shuizhi, when I gave you water, you didn't drink it obediently, but I'm curious, what did you understand from the book?"

"Of course it's your first love." Bo Jiu stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she smiled, the tear mole at the corner of her eyes could bring out a little luster.

Qin Mo's lower abdomen tightened and his eyes deepened.

His fingers reached into her sweater through the blanket. When she smiled, she didn't know why her body temperature rose.

Bo Jiu could clearly feel his strength, and suddenly trembled, and her eyes were full of water.

Qin Mo's voice was low and sexy, right next to her ear, and his breath hit her again and again, making her arch her back.

"It's a pity that the plane is about to land, otherwise I can tell my sponsor here that those books should not only write about first love, but also..."...

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