The national school idol is a girl

Lin Feng looked at the hung up phone, feeling vaguely uneasy.

That kind of uneasiness started to ferment along with the comments on the Internet.

Just like Bo Jiu said, he could recognize the two figures on the back as being them, and some fans could even recognize them.

There was already a small voice of resistance.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly got high again.

When the public relations department found Feng Yi, they wanted to say that there was someone behind the scenes, but they couldn't find out which company it was.

This is also strange.

Only this time, Feng Yi didn't care. He looked at the photo on the Internet, raised his eyes and smiled: "Assistant Xu."

"Mr. Feng." The assistant never expected that one day Feng Yi would look at people like this.

Feng Yi lit a cigarette and held it on his finger: "Some stories can only be told to those who understand. Many people will not understand how much effort she put in to bring Qin Mo back, so Forget it, just come back."

Assistant Xu always felt that something was a little different about Mr. Feng.

Feng Shang felt the same way.

His brother was indeed different from before. He was still the Feng Hu who laughed and talked in front of others and would not let anyone get any advantage from the Imperial Alliance. But behind the scenes, he smoked fiercely.

It was as if he knew something but couldn't take it back.

Feng Shang stammered and asked, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

But the happiness is real.

Everyone saw that photo online.

He and Coco, along with members of other teams, collectively had fun on the official blog, all in Aite Spades Z.

At the dinner table, Bo Jiu was still thinking about what method to use, and let the great god try to accept it first.

After much deliberation, it would be most straightforward to find evidence to convince him.

The Great God was originally suspicious, and he was probably even more suspicious now.

It takes a long time to eat hot pot.

Qin Mo looked at the guy who had his head buried in getting the mutton for him. For some reason, the food in his mouth tasted pretty good.

The old housekeeper also saw this scene.

Did Young Master Xindao bring back a little princess to pet?

Master Qin is so big, how can he not hold chopsticks by himself?

With a long sigh, the old housekeeper knew that the words he told the young man to be reserved were basically discarded.

"The hot pot is greasy, and the pot is filled with Yanguo's oolong tea. Young master, do you want to drink it here, or go to the sofa?"

The old butler picked up his pocket watch and took a look at it. Even after coming to the paddle market, his temperament had not changed at all.

"Both places are not good. Brother Mo and I will go back to the room." Bo Jiu turned sideways, originally wanting to take out a tissue and wipe the corners of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, something stuck to her face. It was the master's fingertips, which touched her lips little by little. The movement was very natural.

In order to make it easier for the master to wipe her dirty things, Bo Jiu raised his handsome face and did not forget to smile.

Qin Mo saw her smiling and had only one idea at that time.

Why is this prey so lovable...

The old butler stood aside. He had always been a gentleman. At this time, he could only cough lightly and said: "Then I will clean up another room."

"It's too troublesome." Bo Jiuyi smiled, with a hint of bad intentions: "The room is not enough, Brother Mo and I can sleep in the same room."

Qin Mo looked at the duplex apartment with multiple rooms in front of him. His fingers were still feeling someone's delicate skin, but he did not expose her words.

However, the old housekeeper took a deep breath. It seemed that it was a bit redundant for him to find such a big house for the young master. There were eight rooms in total. How could it not be enough?

However, the grandpa housekeeper also knew what his young master was thinking at this time. With his white-gloved hand, he held one end of the teapot and said, "I'll send it to your bedroom, and by the way, I'll get an extra set of pajamas for Young Master Qin."

"Okay." Bo Jiu responded so well that he didn't blush at all.

Qin Mo held his chin beside him and curved his thin lips without any trace.

I have never seen such an active prey.

It's also strange.

The old housekeeper was still observing Qin Mo. He originally planned to talk to the man about something, but when he saw what was exposed on the man's neck after taking off his shirt, his fingers trembled and he looked in the direction of Bo Jiu. .

The reason why this is so.

It was because he remembered that the young master asked for many such amulets when he was a child.

At that time, she was like a little monk, obviously dancing, but getting close to a senior monk.

That eminent monk's talisman is rare.

Seeing this, the old housekeeper withdrew his gaze and didn't stop for much longer.

Even so, Qin Mo was aware of it. After he fell asleep, his black eyes flashed in the light.

She was not in a hurry to drink the tea. Bo Jiu could tell that the housekeeper's grandpa had something to do with her, so he reached out and pushed Qin Mo into the bathroom: "Brother Mo, you wash up first, and we'll talk after you wash up."

Hearing this, Qin Mo smiled. The smile was charming, but there was black mist floating in his eyes: "What a pity."

"What's a pity?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Qin Mo's waist was half bent, and his breath hit her ears: "I thought we would wash together. We are lovers after all, right?"

It's a pity that even you will hide some things from me. How can I feel safe with such a prey by my side?

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes darkened again.

From this angle, Bo Jiu couldn't see. He hugged the person's waist and smiled: "It's not Brother Mo. I found out why you like teasing me so much now."

Qin Mo was suddenly hugged by this guy without any warning. After thinking about it, he snorted in his heart. He was coaxing him again, so he took the initiative.

"I want to wash together." Bo Jiu's smile continued: "But first, I have to talk to the housekeeper. I have to tell him that no matter what you become, you will always be my little princess Qin."

Qin Mo looked at her, and after a while he smiled, a little coolly: "Little Princess Qin?"

Where did this guy get his name?

"Brother Mo, you used to like me to call you this the most." Bo Jiu said with a sad look on his face: "You have even forgotten this, hey."

Hearing that "Hey", Qin Mo's lips curled up with an intriguing expression, and then he held someone's waist, his breath seductive: "Don't worry, I have forgotten nothing, and I will never forget you."

This guy, which man would like to be called a little princess?

You lie without drafting, you little rascal.

Qin Mo heard it funny.

Bo Jiu's hand was lifted and there was no place to put it: "Brother Mo..."

"Huh?" Qin Mo raised his head from her neck, with a look of confusion on his handsome face: "You can talk about things, but finish it quickly. I'll be waiting for you in the bathtub. Didn't you say you want to take a bath together?"

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