Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 65 The King of Eunuchs 30
Jimo took Xinhe to the breakfast shop opposite to pack.

Until the time to go back, Jimo was holding Xinhe's hand all the time.

Xin He didn't speak all the way, she lowered her head slightly, counting the fallen leaves passing by her feet.

After getting out of the elevator, Jimo let go of Xin He's hand when he walked to the door of his house.

The warm touch on the wrist was gone, Xin He lowered her eyes and took a look.

Ji Mo turned slightly to let Xin He go in first.

It was not the first time for Xin He to come here, and he found a place to sit in the corner of the sofa.

Ji Mo first poured a glass of water for Xin He, and then went to the bedroom to take a brief shower.

After wiping her hair, Xin He still maintained the sitting posture just now, huddled in a corner of the sofa with her legs crossed, holding a pillow in her hand, her head hanging down as if in a daze.

As soon as Jimo came out, Xin He noticed it. She turned her head and found that he had taken a shower.

Zimmer's hair is still not dry, and the water droplets on the hair slide down the face into the collarbone, and then disappear.

Xin He's eyes stared at Ji Mo without blinking.

Although separated by a layer of clothes, Xin He could still feel that there must be abdominal muscles under the fabric.

Xinhe suddenly wanted to reach out and touch her.

Ji Mo walked towards Xinhe, stopped beside her, and sat down.

After a short silence, Xinhe said dryly: "You just said to draw cartoons for my novel? How did you know?"

Zimmer's voice is deep and elegant: "Your editor asked me last night, and then I agreed."

Xin He blinked her eyes in a daze: "But aren't you very busy?"

"So I pushed back the script adaptation of my comics." Zimmer said casually.

Xin He didn't know what to say: "You..."

The current film and television adaptations are all messy adaptations of the original works. It's good to meet a good screenwriter, but if you meet a deceitful screenwriter, the finished product is simply eye-catching.

Although Xinhe has not written a complete work, she also knows that no matter whether it is a novel or a comic, every author treats it as their own child.

It's a great thing to be able to be a screenwriter by yourself.

Jimo pushed...

"Look, I pushed such an important matter for you, shouldn't you give me compensation?" Jimo propped his chin, looking at Xinhe with dark eyes, with a faint smile on his handsome eyebrows.

Xinhe tilted her head: "I feel that you don't need anything, I feel that you are richer than me, as long as I can afford it, I will give it to you!"

Ji Mo raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words: "Are you serious?"

Xin He hesitated for a second: "Really...".

After hearing Xin He's words, the corners of Jimo's lips twitched slightly, and he leaned closer to her, "But I still lack a girlfriend."

Ji Mo's voice was hoarse and depressed, and Xin He trembled as the warm breath sprayed on the girl's neck.

"you you……"

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Ji Mo's voice was lazy.

"You go first!"

"You promise first."

"Get up!"

"You promise to get up."

As Jimo said, he got closer and closer to Xin He, and there was almost no distance between them.

Xin He couldn't help being teased by Jimo's voice, but she had no choice but to say, "Then you get up first."

"I'll take it as your promise."

Ji Mo tilted his head, only seeing Xin He's side face.

The young girl's skin was fair and fluffy, with a faint blush on it, and her pink lips were lightly pursed.

Looking at it makes people want to bully.

Ji Mo sighed softly in his heart, but unfortunately now is not the time, he is afraid of scaring the little girl.

(End of this chapter)