The national school grass is a girl

Chapter 1760 One Thousand 840 Five
"What?" Realizing the pause of Lou Luo, Bao Yin turned her gaze over.

Only then did Lou Luo come back to his senses: "It's nothing."

Saying so.

In my heart, I can't deceive myself.

How could there be such a picture in her mind?
Lou Luo is a group company, and his thoughts have always been calm, and he still is now.

Some things are just not right to say at this time.

The dinner party didn't arrive very late.

After the team members go back, they have to rest well.

After all, it is not in the country.

Being jet-lagged can be a pain sometimes.

When he was about to leave, Bo Jiu stood under the streetlight and wisely kept people away: "Tomorrow is the first match, so I'm a little nervous."

When they heard the word nervous coming out of their ninth master's mouth.

Mr. Bo, who was standing on one side, was holding a black umbrella in one hand, and a sneer could be seen faintly at the corner of his mouth.

Bo Jiu didn't care about it, her eyes were black and clear, and she forced her to be good: "I want people to watch me beat me."

Lou Luo recalled the scene just now, his eyes fell on the glowing mole of tears, and he was thinking whether to put his work aside.

That voice came over again: "I'm afraid of losing. After losing, there will definitely be many people laughing at me."

This is probably the most unreliable thing Mr. Bo has heard over the years.

Afraid of losing?

Their Jiuye really has been using the same trick since childhood, and they will be in front of people.

Saiqi Louluo had watched the video of the teenager's games before, and when she remembered the game she lost, standing in front of the screen with her head half-drowned and silent, she still felt a little pain in her heart.

Wearing black high-heeled boots, she stretched out her hand and touched Bo Jiu's head: "Don't worry, many people will accompany you tomorrow, and I will go to see it."

"Then I'll just wait." Bo Jiu smiled, looking extremely obedient again.

Lou Luo responded, "Okay."

Bo Jiu stopped pestering people now.

A pair of eyes looked at the backs of the two figures walking into the street.

After a while, he turned around and hugged Qin Mo's waist: "I knew they were fine."

"I knew it." Even the strength of her hug increased, and her voice was even a little rusty. No one could empathize with her current mood.

This is a scene that she dared not even dream of for so many years, but it just appeared in front of her eyes.

The corners of Bo Jiu's mouth were half-curved, she was really happy, the happiness was a little unreal.

Qin Mo let Bo Jiu hug him, that noble and handsome face seemed to be more gentle in the night.

He stretched out his hand, put it on the back of Bo Jiu's head, and stroked it again and again.

It's like when he was coaxing her to sleep when she was a child.

He didn't mention that Bo Yin and Lou Luo didn't look old.

Those are never the most important.

The important thing is that they are still there.

the other side.

For the two people walking in the street, rhombus-shaped snow powder fell.

Bo Yin opened the umbrella in his hand, and approached with one hand.

Lou Luo turned his eyes sideways, and his eyes fell on his tear mole: "Our daughter also has a tear mole?"

Bo Yin asked without answering, "You remember?"

Lou Luo didn't answer directly, but said again: "When will you take me to see her?" "

"It seems that I haven't remembered it yet." Bo Yin smiled, a little evil: "Don't worry and take your time, she does have tear moles too."

Lou Luo paused after hearing the words, and said, "Tell me more."

"What?" Bao Yin glanced sideways.

Lou Luo looked up: "About my daughter..."'

(End of this chapter)