When I came downstairs, I saw the man sitting in the dining room, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Good morning." Qiao Yimo's face was light, and there was no tone of voice.

The man was flattered, his thin lips twitched slightly, "Momo, good morning."

With that, he moved the stool away and let the girl sit on it.

Leng Juo looked at Qiao Yimo's profile and moved his lips slightly, as he was about to say something. At this moment, Bo Hua walked in.

Bend down and respectfully said: "Master Tiong, the wounds of the three wounded soldiers are almost healed, and training will resume tomorrow."

Hearing this, the man nodded sideways.

Bo Hua quietly retreated.

Before leaving, he glanced at Qiao Yimo again.

It's not good for these two people to be awkward.

Bo Hua pursed his lips and turned to leave.

Seeing Bo Hua left, he let out a dry cough and continued the topic, "Momo."

Qiao Yimo hummed, and continued to eat the toast in his hand.

Leng Tiong hesitated for a while, and then said: "I want to meet Qingqing at six o'clock in the evening, what do you think?"

Qiao Yimo ate the bread.

The man thought she was jealous and frowned nervously. Unexpectedly, the girl continued: "Oh? See you, is it alone?"

Leng Juo nodded, "It's alone!"

After he finished speaking, he continued to say seriously: "I swear, I don't think too much about Qingqing, if you think about her, I will be tired of breaking my son..." Fastest

Qiao Yimo listened to the man's impassioned swear, he couldn't help but toss at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand, closed his mouth, and said coldly, "Don't swear, I believe you."

Leng Juo held Qiao Yimo's small hand flatteredly.

One day later, Momo was finally willing to take the initiative to care for him.

The man grabbed his soft little hand and kissed secretly, his eyes flowed affectionately, "Momo, I love you."

Qiao Yimo felt the damp touch of his palm, and suddenly shrank, and said indifferently: "I see."

This cold voice is also reminding the man not to make an inch.

Lengjuan's thin lips hooked slightly, and the thin lips moved away from the small hand.

Qiao Yimo finished his last mouthful of toast, then walked directly to the sofa and picked up his schoolbag, turned around and said lightly, "There is a class reunion in the evening, and you may come back later. Sleep first, don't wait for me."

Leng Juan looked at Qiao Yimo's beautiful side face, hummed faintly, and said in a low voice, "Momo, pay attention to safety."

*

Qingbei University.

Qiao Yimo heard about plagiarism as soon as he stepped into the classroom of the Department of Medicine.

"I heard that the composition of the person who got the full score in this short test copied Qing Qing greatly."

"What, is the composition plagiarizing Qing Qing so much?"

"Yeah, I also saw Tieba broke the news."

"The person who broke the news has no surname, but she said it was a full score. There is only one person in our medical department who has a full score!"

"Does the whistleblower said that Qiao Yimo failed?"

"It should be, after all, she is the only person in the Department of Medicine who gets full marks!"

"Isn't it, she got full marks, so where is the need for plagiarism!"

"That's right, the other two subjects are full marks, it's impossible to plagiarize."

Han Meng sat in his seat and said angrily: "You have finished, how could Qiao Yimo plagiarize? Her composition for the college entrance examination is also a perfect score. Why do you plagiarize Qing Qing's."

Ning Xi also defended Qiao Yimo: "That's right, and Qiao Yimo hasn't read the book written by Qingqing, okay? You can't just frame her just because she got a perfect score."

"What we're talking about is just the truth. What the whistleblower says, so we can spread it, you go and tell the whistleblower!" JrNovels.com