Although what is important to him now is just a 0.35mm gel pen!

Xia Qing hurriedly let go of his hand, and the ink pool held an extremely ordinary pen, and studied it in the palm of his hand for a long time, as if he was observing the fission and proliferation of cells, and then he showed a childish smile, "This is the best pen I have ever seen!" ”

Xia Qing: Meow meow?

Hey, Uncle Mo, this isn't Montblanc's, it's not Aurora Diamond's, this is what Qianli bought outside the school stationery store?

Xia Qing suddenly felt that her conscience was being tortured, just to coax Uncle Mo, isn't it good to do this? hurt the pure and flawless heart of an old man.

So she stretched out her hand and wanted to take the pen back, but suddenly found that the pen seemed to have taken root in Uncle Mo's palm, and it was automatically connected with his flesh and blood, and she couldn't take it out!

"Uncle Mo, you give this to me, and I'll send you a better one next time!"

Xia Qing already had an idea about the gift she bought herself, since Uncle Mo likes this kind of girl series, then she will buy a pair of snow-white fox ears for Uncle Mo next time.

In fact, this idea has always been in her heart, but she was afraid that Uncle Mo would not like it, so she failed to implement it.

Now I find that Uncle Mo may have a girl's heart in his heart.

But Ink Pool shook his head, staring at the pen in his hand persistently, "I think this is good." ”

And it was of great significance, he felt that what Xia Qing said just now really won his heart.

He decided, and when he got back, he would start writing in a diary.

If his assistant knew his idea, he was afraid of vomiting blood in anger, because every time he did an experiment or tested a drug in medicine, he needed to write a report and write an experimental diary, but they, the doctor of Mo, the god of Mo, were almost called "Ancestor Mo", and they had never written it, and they handed over all these complicated tasks to them, not to mention, the problem is that they don't have his magical brain structure, and many doubts can't be thought of at all.

Such a lazy person is going to write a love diary???

Xia Qing's conscience ached, and she hurriedly told the truth, this was just bought by Qianli, she just saw that Uncle Mo was angry and worried......

Inkpool listened, but still didn't let go of the pen, "I'll accept this pen, but you still have to buy it for the next gift." ”

Xia Qing: "......"

Well, Uncle Mo's personality is really not a loss at all.

After hesitating for a while, Xia Qing suddenly said, "The reason why I am so good to Aunt Jiang and Uncle Deng is because Aunt Jiang is really a good person, and Uncle Deng has also helped me a lot, so Uncle Mo, can't you really help them?" ”

Ink pool unlocked the autopilot mode and returned his gaze to the front of the car, he glanced at Xia Qing, "It's not that I don't want to save, it's that I can't save it." ”

When Xia Qing heard this, her heart was half cold, and the person seemed to have fallen into an ice cave in the middle of winter, and even her skin became as cold as a snake.

It won't be what she guessed, and it must not be ......

Ink Pool looked ahead and said, "Actually, when he first came to me, I was a little touched by them, but I am a human being, not a god, and in his wife's situation, the body's immune function has long been broken, and it can't be saved." ”

"I thought about it and decided that I should be this villain."