Bo Junxiao smiled: "It's not IQ. ”

Seeing that Yan Mu was still puzzled, Bo Junxiao thought for a while and explained: "It's not the IQ you say, but there is a certain relationship between the two, and people with strong mental strength often have better IQ." ”

Their clansmen, with good mental power, can exercise and improve their soul power, and once they set foot in an industry that they are interested in, they can often show an amazing talent.

Speaking of this, Bo Junxiao said, "But not absolutely. ”

Many people with high IQs, due to lack of mental strength, end up like overgrown trees, with under-nourished roots and tend to wither prematurely.

The manifestation of this "withering" is often mental problems, splitting, and collapsing...... And so on will happen suddenly.

The situation is too complicated to explain it one by one, so Bo Junxiao did not explain and analyze it with Yan Mu one by one.

Yan Mu roughly understood what he meant, and with an acquaintance as an example, she had a clearer understanding of the impact of this hidden energy on the human body.

"Besides,"

Bo Junxiao pinched her nose, "What is jing, what is stupid?" Skilled and sophisticated, or cunning and sinister, with a small belly and chicken intestines? What's stupid again? Is it calm and uninhibited, or is it confused and stunned? ”

As he spoke, he said coldly, "As long as you don't have a problem with your brain and are born with poor brain development, how can you be pure essence and stupid?" ”

In this world, when you see too much intelligence, you are mistaken by intelligence.

Still waters run deep.

There is also great foolishness and wisdom.

"Well, you know what you mean,"

Yan Mu slapped his hand away with a smile and said, "The so-called stupidity is all the way of life and attitude, right?" In short, mental power and IQ are not the same thing, right? ”

Bo Junxiao nodded, took her hand from the mirror and walked to the sofa.

It is a single sofa. Although it is like a lazy sofa, two people have to squeeze together to sit.

"You sit here, I-ah!"

Yan Mu was about to sit on the delicate little flower stool on the side, but he was suddenly pulled into his arms by Bo Junxiao.

Being pulled by him like this, Yan Mu fell heavily on his legs.

"What are you doing running so far, afraid that I will eat you?"

Bo Junxiao pressed on her shoulder, hooked his lips and smiled, "What are you running?" ”

Yan Mu sat on his lap, and he could feel his body temperature through his clothes, even though he didn't do anything, Yan Mu still felt that the fire was burning, and his face felt spicy.

"Hot,"

After struggling for a while, he didn't stand up, Yan Mu muttered in a low voice, "It's too hot, it's stuffy to sit together." ”

It's so hot, I feel like my face is on fire!

"Fever?"

Bo Junxiao faced her forehead, as if testing her body temperature, but after his forehead met her forehead, he didn't leave, and smiled against her.

Yan Mu felt that he was too close, and he could feel that his breath was entangled together, and he couldn't say the charming.

The two had zero distance contact, and Yan Mu felt that his eyelashes seemed to be rubbed together with his own eyelashes, a little itchy, and it seemed to itch to the bottom of his heart.

"Getting down to business,"

Sensing the change in his breathing, Yan Mu stretched out a hand, pressed his fingertips against his forehead, leaned back and smiled, "Don't make trouble." ”

Bo Junxiao closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple quickly slid a little: "Well, don't make trouble." ”

"Today's photos taken by Brother Han's mobile phone,"

Yan Mu had something to do with the opening of the business in his heart, and he didn't care about feeling the rare warmth between the two, so he hurriedly said, "I have a feeling, I don't know if it's whimsical......"